Training Day.

Ooo Here's the next chapter its quite long, so I'm proud : D

Please get the song – Living on a prayer by Bon Jovi, ready to listen to when the song starts (in the story), thanks x


Bella. pov.

I stepped out, and locked the front door behind me, the icy atmosphere circled around, causing me to shiver. I ran into the car, and immediately turned on the heater.

How long will Mrs. Newton's training day last?

The front windscreen finally cleared up, and I set on my way; picking up a signal for the radio as I turned the street corner.

A classic song came on and I turned it up full volume, I couldn't help but bob along and loose myself in the music...

'Once upon a time
Not so long ago

Tommy used to work on the docks
Unions been on strike
He's down on his luck…it's tough, so tough
Gina works the diner all day
Working for her man, she brings home her pay
For love - for love

She says we've got to hold on to what we've got
cause it doesn't make a difference
If we make it or not
We've got each other and that's a lot
For love - well give it a shot

By this point I was grinning manically and singing along, I took in a deep breath ready for the chorus then…

"Whooah, were half way there
Whoooooh-oh! Livin on a prayer
Take my hand and we'll make it - I swear
Whoooooh-oh! Livin on a prayer

Tommy's got his six string in hock
Now he's holding in what he used
To make it talk - so tough, it's tough

Gina dreams of running away
When she cries in the night
Tommy whispers baby it's okay, someday

We've got to hold on to what we've got
cause it doesn't make a difference
If we make it or not
We've got each other and that's a lot
For love - well give it a shot

Whooah, were half way there
Whoooooh-oh! Livin on a prayer
Take my hand and we'll make it - I swear
Whoooooh-oh! Livin on a prayer

Living on a prayer!!!!"

I steered the wheel with one hand, whilst playing air guitar with the other. My face was scrunched up as I rocked out.

"We've got to hold on, ready or not
You live for the fight when it's all that you've got"

People on the street were giving me strange looks, so I gave them the 'rock on sign' with my free hand and belted out the chorus

"Whooah, were half way there
Whoooooh-oh! Livin on a prayer
Take my hand and we'll make it - I swear
Whoooooh-oh! Livin on a prayer

Whooah, were half way there
Whoooooh-oh! Livin on a prayer
Take my hand and we'll make it - I swear
Whoooooh-oh! Livin on a prayer


I sighed and stopped swaying in my seat; I hadn't paused once through the whole song. I'd not let myself go like that in a long time, and it was amazing. I laughed as Chaka Khan – Ain't nobody, came on.

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I turned down the radio, and switched off the car. All my movement and singing had turned it into a sauna, which fizzled as I open my door to reveal the 'real world'. I pushed the buzzer for my car to lock and made my way inside.

I had been wondering all morning what Mike's plan would be, and most importantly if it would work.

I spotted Jenna, who worked a few shifts a week with me, mixed in with other shop assistants, so I rushed to stand next to her.

"Hey Bella…. Wow you look great today! You're face looks really fresh." She stared at my cheeks.

"You think?" I asked smiling. How come I was behaving so differently today? I didn't even blush at a compliment!

"Yeah, did you walk here?" her voice got quieter because Mrs. Newton, also known as Pit-bull walked into the room from the stock cupboard.

"No-"I was interrupted by Mrs. Newton's snappy voice.

"In a line please, uniform check!" everyone groaned and immediately started sorting out their collars.

Today she was wearing a knee length pink pencil skirt, with a white neckerchief covering the collar of her navy blue shirt, and her thick black rimmed glasses hanging low on her pointed nose. ! Warning someone needs help from Gok Wan !

"Mrs. Newton?" I leaned forward from my place in line.

"Yes, Bella?" she stopped checking under Ben's arms (for sweat patches!) and turned towards me.

"Where's Mike?"

"He will be here in a few minutes, it's taking him longer than necessary because yesterday he was in a terrible quad biking accident." She didn't sound remorseful in any way, but I stepped back into line.

The Pit-Bull had made her way down the line finding at least one thing to pick at with each person. For me you ask? – I hadn't ironed the Bottom of my shirt properly.

"Hey..... Bella!" Mike's voice was breathless. I turned around and my eyes widened at the sight.

Mike was in a full body cast, with a slight gap at each thigh she could hobble by swinging his arms.

Seeming to notice my distraction from his face. He let out a shaky laugh.

"It's that noticeable is it? Last night I put the, 'great', secret plan purple into action by asking Eric to come round and set me up in this. He then told my mum the tragic story, but nooooooo I can't miss the training day, can I?" his voice dripped with sarcasm.

"Awwww, I'm sorry it didn't work out Mike..." I began,

"Oh no! If you think I'm spending the day doing this training day, then you're seriously messed up!" he said hobbling forward a couple of steps, to get closer to me.

"I'm going to sabotage this training so bad that we will all get sent home..." he whispered then grinned and moved his eyebrows up and down.

I laughed.

"and... you're gonna help me!" he finished.

"WHAT!?! No way Mike! I could get fired!" I shouted in a whisper backing away.

"Don't you want to spend extra time with Cullen?" he questioned.

He had me cornered. I would do virtually anything to spend extra time with Edward

After a long pause,

"Fine! What are we going to do?" I leaned in again to hear the plan.

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"Next task folks!" The pit-bull shouted.

Mrs. Newton was nowhere to be found anymore, she had been permanently taken over by the pit-bull. Lost in an angry blur.

She stopped the 'interesting' task of 'who can make neatest pile of biodegradable toilet paper' and moved us all towards the front doors.

"As there is always at least 2 people in the shop at any given time, this task will be done in pairs. Please organize yourselves quickly." She barked. I'm sure I just spotted froth flying out her mouth!

I scanned around for Mike, and spotted Jenna heading towards me.

"Hey Bella, want to be partners?" I can't really turn her down...

"Ok then. Just give me a second I need to freshen up." I turned and headed into the back room, where the toilets were.

"PPPPSSSSSTT...." Mike screamed from in the corner.

I gasped and flipped around.

"Mike don't do that!" he was sat/ lay on one of the sofas; His blonde hair sticking up in all directions.

"Help me up; it's time for mission assault!"

"What! Assault? No way Mike!" I wasn't doing that to anybody.

"No Bella not that kind of assault! It's short for Assault course." Sweat beaded up on his forehead. Mrs. Newton had, had everyone setting the thermostat to their perfect temperature.

"Are you going to take the cast of?" I asked.

"Not just yet!" he gasped. "Now please help me up, I'm starting to get a rash!" His cast arms waved about frantically as I grabbed one and hauled him up.

"Listen we need to time this perfectly!" he began to whisper the plan to me.


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The pit-bull had it all set out.

Starting at the back end of the store you had to, "race" your partner to the till dodging the big canned food pyramids, and jumping over the wall of sleeping bags, finishing the course by making your way through the tunnel tent, and working out the amount of what was in the basket.

I can't believe I had agreed to Mike's plan, what if I did get fired? Charlie would surely find out.

Jenna and I were up next after watching nearly everybody race, Mike was in position and my foot was on the line.

'DING' the bell went off for when someone entered the shop, and we set off at a good pace.

Then Mike's mission was set into action. As I approached the 2nd pyramid of canned food, Mike emerged from behind a different isle, blocking my path. I hit him full force not slowing down and knocked him straight into the biggest one.

Cans flew everywhere and Mike lay helplessly in the midst of it all.

"Sorry!" I screeched as I carried on running.

Come on Bella you can do this I willed myself on.

I approached the 'wall' of sleeping bags, and tucked my head in. Breaking down the wall off bags was easy enough, but getting back up afterwards was more difficult than it looked for me.

I picked one up with me and started running again.

"Isabella Swan! Put down that sleeping bag and abort the Assault at once!" the Pit-bull roared, yet I carried on running.

"Sorry!" I screeched again and chucked it towards the bottled drinks pile that Mike had unscrewed the caps off earlier.

Tango spayed over everyone and a few girls cursed.

Mike said that it was pretty impossible to ruin the tent tunnel, so I did as he said and dragged it along with my foot. Why shouldn't it come along for the ride? It could spread some Tonic water around.

Being one of the top students in my Maths class I quickly worked out the price and shouted,

"£16.82!" I was grinning because I had never thought I could be so sneaky!

"Isabella Swan is disqualified! Look at the mess you have created girl! I thought you knew better." She marched towards me fuming.

"I'm in the right mind to fire you on the spot!" she got up into my face.

Then I giggled.......... I giggled in the face of death! What was happening to me?

"Find it funny do you? Well let's see what you find funny when I tell Charlie of what's happened. Get out of my face; I will call you on your mobile when I reach my decision about your place here!" She pointed towards the door.

"Sorry..." I squeaked and made my way out the door. I'd have to talk to Mike later.

I wonder what Edward will say about my strange personality, or maybe this is the real Bella...


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