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The Building Blocks of Life

What happens if all the Cullens went to Kindergarten? What if Bella went too? This is a story of the Cullen's, Bella's and the werewolf's kindergarten adventures... August 6: Ooooooh! Readings have hit 2,222! AMAZING! (which, in case you were wondering is 1 review to every 34.7 readings. I think thats good... XD THANKS EVERYBODY!) Chapter 6:“You’re an ALICE!”“NO!” I gasped. “NOW THAT IS GOING TOO FAR!”

Many thanks to chadley, who helped me make this story. Sorta, kinda. Even if she didn't, it was her idea. So...

2. Stuffed Bears and Blue Crayons

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Jasper’s POV

“…and Jasper?” Mom called back to me, a little while after the Mr. Swan walked away. Wincing, I turned around, “Yes, Mom?”

“Jasper, I’m ashamed that you changed the poor mans opinion. I know you were just trying to help, but you just can’t do that! Okay?”

I nodded soberly, “Okay.”

She called a little louder, “Have a good first day of school, I love you!”

I shuffled cowering behind the rest of my family as we ambled in. Rosaline pranced in first, followed by Alice, Edward, Emmett, and then me.

I tagged along closely behind my brother as he swaggered through our classroom. Noticing one group of cute blondes and brunettes, Emmett quickened his pace as he walked up to them. Emmett pushed up his sleeves and looked as strong as a six-year-old could possibly get, steroids or no steroids.

I paused, was Emmett on steroids? What were steroids? I shrugged off the questions, only to find my self a terrifying foot behind my brother. I frantically covered the distance, and grabbed a hold of the edge of Emmett’s shirt.

“Hey girls.” Emmett almost cooed.

About half the girls giggled back a shy, “Hello.”

Emmett turned his head around slightly so he could see me. “They want me.” He proclaimed.

After a minute, I began to feel an emotion beating off Emmett like the beat of a drum. Pity? Annoyance? I couldn’t tell. Before I could figure it out, Emmett dragged my trembling figure from behind his back. He thumped his arm firmly on my shoulder, and with his other hand he gestured to the seesaw, swings, blacktop, slides, all teeming with little people. “This, my brother,” Emmett boomed, “is Kindergarten!”


Rosalie’s POV

I placed my pale hands on my hips as I surveyed the playground. It would have to do. I flipped my gorgeous blond locks from my faces and bent down to pick up my pink Barbie lunchbox. “Come on, Alice.” I called to the black and pallid bundle of energy behind me.

“Coming!” Alice’s childish soprano voice rang through the air as she raced toward the jump ropes. “Ooh! Rosie…”

I pouted, mimicking the girls on TV sitcoms that play at night.

“…um, or Rosalie, if you prefer.” Alice fumbled awkwardly for a moment before her natural bubbly spunky self returned. “Rosalie… You gotta come see this. You gotta!”

“’Kay.” I agreed as I raced toward my sister. When I got over to her, she was pulling out two pairs of jump ropes.

“Please?” She begged. “Please, just for like a little while! It’ll be fun!” Alice promised.

“Alice, I hate jump roping.” I hissed.

“No you don’t!” Alice shook her head stubbornly. “Just for a little while? I’ll help you find the cutest guys on the playground…” Alice pleaded.

Ooh. That was tempting. I scanned the playground and found one…two…three… Whoa! There are a lot of cute guys here! “Okay!” I promised enthusiastic now about finding my perfect Valentine’s Day boyfriend.

“Yay!” Alice clapped her hands at lightning speed, and raced toward an open patch of grass. Suddenly she stopped. “Rosalie…” Alice whispered.

“Children.” I sighed and shook my head as I stalked toward my best friend, who was standing on the hill over the coloring table. “For the all the goodness of macaroni and cheese what are you…” I trailed off as I stared at what Alice had called me over for. We exchanged awed glances, as we turned our golden eyes in awe toward the wondrous, but strange, sight.


Emmett’s POV

After I left a terrified Jasper by the monkey bars, I wildly raced over to my sports backpack, which was stilling uselessly on the blacktop. I unzipped the flap and pulled out my survival items.

“Hmm, let’s see what we’ve got in here … chocolate bar … emergency picture of Rosalie and … shoot!” I quickly whipped out my chestnut teddy bear.

“It’s okay Mr. Wuzzle.” I soothed my fussy fuzzy bear. I stroked his soft fur. “I’m sorry though, but I can’t let anybody see you. I’m a big boy now.”

I glanced cautiously around to see if anybody saw my teddy bear. I sighed in relief. Nobody was looking at me.

Still, I mused, kindergarten has been sort of boring. I grinned wickedly, time to spice things up a bit…

I smiled softly as I stuffed by bear into my backpack, and pulled out what I had been looking for, chalk! I grabbed the blue one, and began to draw on the blacktop…


Edward’s POV

As soon as we crossed the shimmering glass doors, I walked away from my family. It wasn’t that I didn’t love them; I just needed to be alone. I quickly scanned the playground as a drone of thoughts burst into my head.

Wee! These swings are fun!

Sarah’s still on the swings! It’s my turn! I want my turn!


I jolted. The last one was from Jasper, the poor guy.

I sighed. Who was I kidding? I wanted my mommy too. I sniffed and shook my gleaming bronze hair from my face. I frowned slightly as I examined the playground again. What to do?

My sight bounced from the creaky swings, to the seesaw, to Jasper at the monkey bars, to the blacktop. I leaned forward, what was Emmett doing?

It’s okay Mr. Wuzzle! I’m sorry though, but I can’t let anybody see you. Emmett’s thoughts blended with mine for a moment. Emmett was obsessed with that bear! I considered maybe Emmett used Mr. Wuzzle as a replacement for Mommy.

But all thoughts of my mommy and Emmett were immediately forgotten, as I found my haven. Crayons. I rushed over, and grabbed a Sky Blue, Fuchsia, Lavender, and Jade Green. I grabbed one of the white sheets of paper and began to scribble furiously on that sheet of paper. I paused for a second and glanced up, thinking.

I stopped. The world stopped. I saw her. I saw Isabella.