Growing More

Chapter 6: The First Day Of School

(A/N: Impossible by Shontelle)

Alice's POV:

I woke up to my phone's alarm buzzing in my ear. I groaned and rolled over to turn it off.

I threw the covers off and sat up, bending down to slip on my pink slippers. I stood and walked over to the mirror.

"Oh my god, that bed head though," I mumbled.

I grabbed the brush and started brushing through the knots. After I pulled out a few hairs, I gave up and went to grab my detangler from the bathroom.

Halfway through spritzing my hair, Emmett came bursting through the door.

"Late?" I asked, already knowing the answer.

"Yeah... where's my comb!?" He hollered, glancing frantically around the room.

Sighing, I picked up the comb off the table next to me and tossed it to him.

"Thanks!" Emmett said running out of the room.

I rolled my eyes and started yanking the brush through my detangled hair.

After I brushed my hair I brushed my teeth and changed into a dark red tank top, a white vest, and white capris. I slipped on my black flats and went downstairs to eat.

Emmett's POV:

I woke up to my alarm going off - wait, I didn't have an alarm. What? Then I remembered that Alice had set it for me. I rolled my eyes and turned it off, then went back to snoozing soundly.

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I woke up again, and looked at the clock. SHOOT! 6:30! I should've been up at 6:00! I jumped out of bed and rushed around throwing clothes on, not bothering to check to see if it matched. I brushed my teeth and realized I didn't have my comb in here.

I glanced around anxiously, then wondered if I left it in Alice's room. I had used her mirror last night to comb my hair while I was helping her get ready.

I ran into her room and stared around, getting more and more nervous by the second.

"Late?" Alice asked me.

"Yeah... Where's my comb!?"

She tossed it to me, and, telling her thanks, I rushed back to my room. I ran past Bella's room on the way, and Bella was eating cereal with Edward and watching television, completely at ease.

"Don't get too cozy, Eddie," I muttered under my breath, and ran into the bathroom. I yanked through my hair and gelled it slightly into spikes at the front, then I rushed downstairs to eat breakfast.

Edward's POV:

I woke up to Bella's phone blaring Little Toy Guns by Carrie Underwood, and I moaned. I waited for her to turn it off, but it kept playing away.

I sighed irritatedly and looked over the wall at her. I was shocked to see that she was waving her hands in the air while laying down, and mouthing the words to the song.

I started chuckling, and she opened her eyes to stare at me.

Realization flickered in her eyes, and, mumbling sorry, she turned the song off.

"It's okay," I said, smiling the crooked smile I know she loves.

She smirked, and ran out of the room.

While she was gone, I gathered up my backpack and put on my outfit I picked out last night. I combed my uncontrollable spiky hair, and brushed my teeth.