A/N: Okay, since you guys wanted it. Here's the next chapter.

We had English literature first period. The teacher, Mrs. Bronson was no where to be seen, and the lights kept going on and off, because Jason was flipping the switch crazily.

I surveyed the rest of the class. Mindy Johnson had a portable radio set up on the heater, which everyone was crowded around, either sitting on it, or hovering over it. They were listening to the weather advisory, which was to go on until seven tonight.

Tania Louis walked up to us. She was a senior, but she was taking junior English over again, because she'd failed. "Hey Edward," she said in a flirtation manner.

"Hello Tania," Edward said, sliding his arms around my waist and pulling me toward him. He was so politely articulate.

She pouted a bit at the fact that he was holding me, but soon recovered.

"Did you hear about the rebellion?"

"The rebellion?" I asked, I had no idea what she was talking about.

Only then, did she actually look at me.

"Yes Bella, the rebellion. During lunch 4th period, all of the seniors are having a snowball fight. Do you want to come Edward?"

"I'm not a senior."

"Well . . . yes . . . but," she was obviously flustered, "we wouldn't mind if you were a part of it."

Obviously it was a closed invitation. I wasn't invited.

"No thanks Tania, but good luck with the rebellion," he reclined politely.

She walked away in a huff, her curly black curls flouncing every which way.

We got into our seats, despite the fact that no one else was in theirs.

Homeroom came and went, and there was still no sign of our teacher. Ten minutes after the announcement came on, the door burst open, and Mrs. Bronson staggered in.

"Good morning class, sorry I'm late, I had to try to drive in from Port Angeles. It's absolutely terrible out there. It was a big mistake that we had school today."

We all smiled collectively. It was a group feeling of happiness and solidarity that our teacher agreed with us about the insanity.

"Well," she looked around unhappily. "Class, I don't feel like doing anything today, do whatever you feel like, we're not having class."

Everyone cheered in unison. Ha, the system could take that. They didn't even have the faculty on their side. I grinned happily at Edward. He smiled back. Maybe today would be halfway decent.

She took up attendance. "Wow," she remarked. "I'm surprised everyone's here except Mike."

I looked around. She was right, I hadn't seen Mike today.

"He's probably in bed sleeping right now," someone joked.

"Lucky guy," someone else added.

Something just didn't add up right. I mean, his parents wouldn't have opened the store today, so surely they wouldn't just let him skip school would they? I pondered over that for a moment, and then soon forgot it as Edward and I and everyone got into a heated discussion about the unfairness of our school.

"Yeah," Jason spoke up suddenly, and raised a fist in the air. "Let's call her up and tell her what's on our minds."

Everyone agreed it would be a good idea, as long as Jason was the one to do it.

"Hey, who has her number; does anyone have Mapleton's cell phone number?"

Mrs. Bronson looked up from her computer, distracted. "I do," she said and absentmindedly waved a little piece of paper in the air. Jason snatched it and held it up along with his cell phone victoriously. Then, he thought better of it, and put away his cell phone in his jeans pocket.

"Hey Mrs. Bronson, could I go to the bathroom?"

"Sure thing hun."

He took off out the door.

"We might get out of here early." I heard one girl whisper.

"Yeah," another one said. "There's no way they can keep us here if it keeps snowing like this."

We all turned to look outside at the torrents of white swirling around rapidly.

Mandy held up a magazine. "Well, if we did get snowed in here, we could make food from these recipes."

I snorted. "Yeah, I think that that would require real food instead of synthetic, like the cafeteria has."

Laughter erupted once more.

Edward leaned down and chuckled in my ear. "You're on a role love."

I blushed. "I guess."

I jerked as did the rest of the class, as the door burst open once more, and Mike stepped into the room, and closed the door tightly.

He was covered in snow, and was shivering violently.

He came over and sat down on the other side of me.

Edward growled lowly.

"Be nice," I whispered to him.

"What happened to you?" I asked Mike kindly.

"I wrecked my car," he muttered miserably.

"Seriously?"

Edward grinned.

"Yeah, into a ditch, it just went straight off the road."

"How did you get here?"

"My dad came to get the car and was really upset; he told me I could walk the rest of the way to school."

I grimaced. "Oh wow, that sucks Mike."

"I know, I hate today."

"I love today," Edward murmured in my ear.

Mike glared at Edward, obviously hearing him, and put his head down on his desk and closed his eyes.

I narrowed my eyes at Edward. "That wasn't very nice."

He was instantly remorseful.

"I know, I'm sorry Bella."

"Much better," I said, and gave him a light kiss on the lips.

I heard mumbling and turned around. Zach Lane was sitting a couple of seats back from us, sitting on top of the desk. He was talking fervently into his cell phone. I looked over to Mrs. Bronson, she hadn't even noticed.

He seemed to be coming to the end of his conversation. "Fine then cancel it, see if I care," he muttered angrily and flipped the phone shut.

He started murmuring to himself. "Damn Mapleton, damn her to hell."

I stared at him in shock. He'd obviously gone off the deep end.

I looked at Edward. He had a pained expression on his face. "You don't want to know Bella, let's just move a little bit away from him, shall we?"

We moved up three rows.

Jason walked back in.

"How'd it go?"

"I got her answering machine, she had her phone turned off," he told us. "The freaking coward, she probably just doesn't want to deal with angry parents right now."

Secretly I agreed with him. I thought Edward did too.

Jason went to go hop up on the heater with everyone else.

We heard a siren, and then gathered around to watch a squad go by.

A random person called out. "Hey Mrs. Bronson, can Jason go to the bathroom, so he can call 911?"

More laughter came about. Even Mrs. Bronson joined us, even though she had absolutely no idea why she was laughing.

Without warning, the awful screech of the sound system squawked to life.

"Attention students," everyone held their breath, waiting for them to announce our early release from school, "the people who parked on the side of the road need to remove their vehicles immediately, the snow plows are going through. Thank you."

A loud groan of protest arose.

"I can't believe they did that," I grumbled to Edward.

He nodded angrily. "They knew what we'd think. They're sadistic, that's what they are."

I giggled. I'd never seen Edward go against the system before.

When the bell rang, bodies slammed together as the entire class rushed for the door. Finally, after we had squeezed through the door, we started on to our next class. I could already tell, from the sounds of the complaints floating among us, we were off to a great start.

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