Little Fighter Alpha Chapter 13
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Jan 15, 2009 Chapter 1 - The Rescue: This is the where the whole Little Fighter series begins, Jan, Woody, and Davis get captured. Bat tries to free his friends, but it won't be easy. Louis and his knights are guarding the prison cells. Will Bat be able to save his friends? Find out by watching this chapter.
Currently the playable characters are Lucas, Drew and Shawn. As shown in the demo video, the gameplay is similar to Little Fighter 2 (new window), but with a whole new style. Differences include:
- energy (tiredness) bar
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- riding system
- able to be hit when on ground
- others
Learn firefighter chapter 13 with free interactive flashcards. Choose from 500 different sets of firefighter chapter 13 flashcards on Quizlet. A Rough Start. Chapter 6 – Little Fighter. Bella collapsed into the chair behind her desk and tried to pinch feeling back into her cheeks. She felt like her face had been frozen into a smile for years, instead of a measly two hours. Read Chapter 13: Little Fighter from the story Alpha's Broken & Bruised Mate by szcwrites (lindsey) with 25,329 reads. Werewolves, teenfiction, mates.
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A Rough Start
Chapter 6 – Little Fighter
Bella collapsed into the chair behind her desk and tried to pinch feeling back into her cheeks. She felt like her face had been frozen into a smile for years, instead of a measly two hours. But she couldn't complain. Back to School Night had been a success. The parents had been friendly, inquisitive and very complimentary of the progress they could already see in their children. It was exciting to know that her students' parents were as excited to meet her as she was to meet them. They'd all come for the event…
Bella's eyes landed upon the untouched packet of Anthony Cullen. Almost all of the parents had come out to meet her.
A wave of anger flooded Bella's body as she thought back to the unkind things Mr. Cullen had said about her. Even if he didn't know he was actually speaking to her at the time, his words were unfounded and false. She had been nothing but lenient and patient with him, and he had the nerve to call her a…what was it? Delusional? Bitch? Well he could go to hell.
The worst thing about Back to School Night was that it was always on a Thursday evening. That meant that after teaching all day, and then hanging around school until nearly nine o'clock at night, Bella then had to drag herself home before being up at the crack of dawn in order to be ready to teach the next morning. And to make matters worse, Bella had promised Rosalie that she'd accompany her to her friend's barbeque on Saturday. She couldn't even look forward to a lazy weekend!
By Friday night, Bella was trying to think of a reasonable excuse to use to cancel on Rosalie. Although she knew Rosalie would tell her that that she was going to die a lonely, old, spinster, Bella was willing to put up with the ranting in exchange for having her Saturday all to herself. She wanted to get a head start on cooking her meals for the week, finishing her laundry and balancing her checkbook.
As she ticked off the mental checklist in her mind, she realized how pathetic she sounded and stopped trying to evade social interaction. She'd go to the party, but she was definitely driving her own car. If it was as boring and unbearable as she presumed it was going to be, at least she wouldn't be stuck there.
On Saturday morning, Rosalie called Bella from a department store inquiring about a gift for a small child.
'A gift? You didn't say I had to buy a gift. I didn't get anything!' Bella panicked.
'Relax. I'll just put your name on whatever I get…just as soon as you tell me what to buy. I don't know anything about kids,' Rosalie admitted.
'Well…is it a boy or a girl?' Bella asked.
'A boy…I think…Yeah, I'm pretty sure it's a boy,' Rosalie answered.
'How old?'
'Oh just a baby. Maybe two…or three…might be four.'
'Okay, well clothes are definitely out, since you clearly don't know what size to buy. How about a toy?'
'What kind of toy?'
'Well you said it's a boy. Get something sports related. Like a baseball and bat.' Bella then remembered that Rosalie said she knew nothing about kids. 'Make sure it's soft, Rosalie. Something plastic.'
Nearly two hours later Rosalie showed up to Bella's apartment with what looked like a chew toy, but Bella didn't have the heart to tell her so. Instead she informed Rosalie that since the family didn't even know her, she shouldn't put Bella's name on the gift.
'Whatever,' Rosalie simply shrugged and held onto the gift bag. 'Ready to go?'
'Yes, but I'm actually going to follow you in my own car,' Bella said as she grabbed her keys and picked up her purse. 'I don't like to be stranded in unknown places.
'Bella, if you duck out on me, I will kill you,' Rosalie threatened her.
The way Rosalie was acting about not wanting to attend this party without Bella was a little suspicious. Bella narrowed her eyes at her naturally blonde friend. 'You're not trying to set me up with anyone at this party, are you?'
'Oh heavens no,' Rosalie shook her head. 'Give me some credit. If I wanted to hook you up with someone, I certainly wouldn't take you to one of Emmett's friend's low-class shindigs.'
'Low class?' Bella asked nervously.
'Oh just come on!' Rosalie thrust Bella towards her car before going to climb into her own.
The party was in full swing when Rosalie and Bella arrived, and Bella stood on the street for a little while enjoying the quaint homes and neighborly atmosphere.
'Now, if you'd shown me something like this, I might have bought,' Bella spoke of the enchanting house in front of her.
Rosalie shook her head. 'You would not want to buy a house in this neighborhood, Bella.'
'Why not?'
'Well, for one thing, people don't buy homes to live in on this street; they buy them to rent them out. Meaning your neighbors change constantly, they're usually not vested in the upkeep of the home … do you smell your investment declining, here? Because I sure do.'
Bella shrugged. 'I don't care. I love it. It's exactly what I envision in my head when I picture my first house.'
'Well…in that case, if anything ever comes up on the market, you'll be the first person I call.'
Bella followed Rosalie to the front door and stood silently by waiting for someone to welcome them inside. When that didn't happen, Rosalie simply opened the door and walked in, pulling Bella along behind her.
Just as she'd done outside, Bella looked over the inside of the home with appreciation. It was tastefully decorated, not overdone but also understated enough so that Bella could easily imagine what her own furniture would look like inside.
'Ooh, arched entryways. Love it,' Bella whispered to herself.
'I hear Emmett,' Rosalie said as she turned towards the glass sliding glass doors that led out to the patio. 'I'll introduce you.'
A fake smile immediately lit up Bella's face in an attempt to hide the thoughts going through her mind. I hope he's not drinking.
But before the two women could make it across the living room, a tiny person broke their stride.
'Miss Swan! Hi, Miss Swan!'
Bella looked down to see the beaming face of none other than Anthony Cullen.
'Why, Anthony! What a great surprise!' Bella said as she gave him a genuine smile. 'I didn't expect to see you here.'
'It's my party. Wanna come see my presents?' Anthony asked. He didn't even give Bella a chance to answer before he was leading her over to a pile of packages of various shapes and sizes.
Bella glanced over her shoulder. 'This is his party?' she asked Rosalie. 'I thought you said it was for a small child.'
'He's small and he's a child,' Rosalie shrugged. 'At least I got the gender right.'
Anthony was digging through the presents, showing Bella multiple items. She ooh'ed and ahh'ed with him and let him tell her how things worked.
'Okay…so I'm thinking we should probably take this back to the store and get you something else,' Rosalie waved the bag she was carrying. 'It's kind of for…someone a bit younger.'
'And I didn't get you anything, Anthony, because you didn't tell me what I should buy you. What would you like?' Bella asked quickly, interjecting before Rosalie removed the hideous animal toy from the bag.
'A soccer ball,' Anthony answered immediately without having to think about it.
'Well okay. On Monday morning you will be the proud owner of a shiny new soccer ball,' Bella said as she poked Anthony in the belly. He giggled in delight.
While Anthony was preoccupied with yet another item, Bella motioned for Rosalie to lean down so she could tell her something.
'I have to get out of here,' Bella whispered.
'Why? What's going on?' Rosalie asked in her normal voice. Did she not understand whisper etiquette? If someone whispers, you whisper back!
Bella pointed to Anthony. 'This is one of my students.'
'Really?' Rosalie raised her eyebrows. 'Is that a big deal?'
'It is when that student's parent-'
'Look, look what I got, Miss Swan!' Anthony interrupted and thrust an Etch-A-Sketch into Bella's hands.
'Wow, Anthony, that's great. I had one of these when I was in kindergarten, too,' Bella said.
'Cool,' Anthony said without taking his eyes off the grid he began to make on the screen. 'Want to play Tic-Tac-Toe? I'm really good at that game.'
'Okay, but only if I get to be O's,' Bella promised.
'I like to be X's anyway,' Anthony said right before drawing a huge X in the middle of the grid.
Anthony stood so close to Bella that he was almost in her lap. She wrapped one arm around him, and held the game with both hands, encircling Anthony in the middle. They'd take turns drawing X's and O's while Bella held the game and Anthony turned the dial. He laughed happily each time he won.
'Whoever goes first always wins,' Rosalie rolled her eyes, growing bored after Anthony had won the third game in a row. 'I need to go find Emmett and let him know I'm –'
A loud crash against the wall distracted Rosalie mid-sentence and she and Bella looked up to see a man trying desperately not to knock over an apothecary jar that sat on a small table.
Bella recognized him immediately.
And apparently, so did Rosalie.
'Hey, Edward,' Rosalie said as she walked over to him. They exchanged a bit of banter as Rosalie helped him right the mess he'd made by kicking the table, but Bella couldn't make out what they were saying. He glanced her direction a few times and Bella could tell that he remembered who she was.
Bella hoped that if she just stayed where she was, quietly playing with Anthony, she'd be able to escape without actually talking to him. Because just looking at him reminded her of the venomous words he'd thrown at her and the way he'd tossed aside Back to School Night as if the school was a means to free daycare instead of an education for Anthony.
'Remember, you're still the teacher even when you're not in the classroom,' Bella mumbled to herself- a reminder that she couldn't let Mr. Cullen have a piece of her mind, even if she wasn't at work.
'I won again!' Anthony announced triumphantly.
His celebration caught the attention of Rosalie and Mr. Cullen and she began leading him toward Bella.
So much for no interaction. Bella sighed and stood up when she heard Rosalie telling Mr. Cullen how pleased Anthony was to have his teacher present.
'His teacher?'
Bella noticed the pallor of Mr. Cullen's skin at the realization of what Rosalie's words truly meant.
Yeah. That's right, asshole.
Bella managed her best professional smile and held out her hand towards Mr. Cullen.
'Hello, Mr. Cullen. I don't believe we've been formally introduced. I'm Anthony's teacher, Bella Swan.'
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If the wound from his words weren't still so raw, Bella might have felt sorry for how embarrassed Mr. Cullen appeared to feel.
'Y-you're M-Miss Swan?' he stuttered as his fingers raked through the hair at the back of his head.
Oh, now you can get my name right? What was it the other day you were calling me?
'Miss Swan, Bella…delusional hag…I answer to many titles,' Bella gave him a long penetrating stare.
Rosalie started laughing, not understanding what was transpiring between the two adults in her company.
'Hey, Baby,' Emmett came up just then and put his arm around Rosalie. 'I was wondering when you were going to get here. The food's almost out, so if you want to eat, you'd better get something now.'
'I'm hungry,' Anthony said, wedging his way between Bella and his father.
Bella looked up at Mr. Cullen sharply, as if to say, 'of course he is'.
'Come on, Anthony. I'll get you a hot dog,' Mr. Cullen said, anxious to depart. He led the way to the patio, and Anthony walked behind him and out the twin glass doors.
'I gotta get out of here,' Bella turned to Rosalie quickly.
But Emmett already had his tongue down her throat, so she wasn't really listening to a word Bella had to say.
Bella couldn't bring herself to leave without saying goodbye to Anthony first, so she stepped out back and scanned the crowd for him. She spotted him near the barbeque grill, holding out his hotdog to his father for the proper condiments.
After quickly gazing around to make sure no one was watching her, Bella allowed her gaze to linger on the way Mr. Cullen interacted with his son. She noticed that his mannerisms seemed mechanical – almost robotic, instead of fluid and certain.
She watched as he squirted way too much ketchup on the hotdog and then threw it away in exchange for another, instead of wiping the excess on the bun and simply getting a new bun. She watched as he handed Anthony a whole can of caffeinated soda and sent him off to sit in the sun – a stomachache waiting to happen. She watched as Mr. Cullen stood uncomfortably, towering over his son as Anthony sat and ate in quiet. He looked everywhere but at the boy, and when one of his friends walked up, he turned his back on Anthony completely and held an animated conversation with the man in front of him.
'Loser,' Bella muttered a little louder than she intended. This time when she looked around to make sure no one was looking at her, she noticed a couple sitting at a picnic table to her right, eyeing her dubiously. The man had a head full of hair that couldn't decide if it wanted to be brown or blonde, and the very petite woman at his side had short, choppy black hair that complimented her overly expressive eyes and mouth.
'Are you a friend of Edward's?' the woman asked.
'Edward?' Bella questioned.
'Edward Cullen…this party is for his son,' the small woman's eyes quickly darted over to where Edward and Anthony were before shifting to Bella again.
'Oh…Mr. Cullen,' Bella smiled. 'I don't really know him, but Anthony is one of my students.'
'You teach kindergarten at Forks?' the small woman leaned forward to hear Bella's answer.
'I do,' Bella nodded.
'So you're the letter writer,' the man grinned.
The letter writer? Oh you have got to be kidding me.
'All teachers write letters. It's called the alphabet,' Bella smirked.
'No, I meant-' the man tried to explain himself but quit when the small woman elbowed him in the ribs.
'She knows what you meant,' the woman spoke without taking her eyes off Bella. 'Don't mind him. I'm Alice, and this is Jasper. Edward is a good friend of ours.'
'Nice to meet you. I'm Bella. Bella Swan.' Bella was sure her words didn't sound sincere at all.
The conversation turned stagnant then, and Bella turned her attention back to Anthony. Since Mr. Cullen was paying him no attention at all, Bella watched him until he safely finished his hotdog. And when he grimaced at the taste of the fizzy soft drink, Bella sought out a cold bottle of water and walked it over to him. As she passed by Mr. Cullen, she glanced at him out of the corner of her eye and saw that he was watching her as well.
Don't worry. I have nothing more to say to you…Letter writer…I'll show you a letter writer…
'Anthony, sweetheart, do you want a drink of water?' Bella asked as she held the bottle out to him.
Anthony nodded emphatically and accepted the water thankfully. When he struggled with the cap, Bella removed it for him before kneeling down beside his chair.
'I just came over here to say goodbye. I have to go now, but I have a really great time at your party,' Bella said.
'Okay,' Anthony nodded.
'I'll see you at school on Monday,' Bella smiled and tousled his hair as she stood up.
'Bye, Miss Swan,' Anthony waved.
'Bye, Anthony. And I won't forget – whoa…' Bella stumbled as she bumped into someone. She turned around to see that Mr. Cullen had finished his conversation and was now standing right behind her. 'Oh, excuse me.'
Mr. Cullen eyed her sheepishly, gauging her reaction to his presence before he spoke. 'Uh…you're leaving?' he asked, his hands still doing nervous dances through his hair. From the looks of it, that happened a lot.
'Yes,' Bella answered in a clipped tone. The less she said, the better.
'Oh…I know Anthony was really happy you were here,' Mr. Cullen nodded apprehensively.
Bella could tell that he was trying to work up the nerve to say something else, but she didn't want to hear it. Instead, she peered over his shoulder and smiled at Anthony.
'It was nice to spend time with him. But we'll see each other again on Monday,' Bella said, avoiding direct eye contact with Mr. Cullen.
'Most definitely. Bright and early,' Mr. Cullen smiled.
'Not too early, I hope,' Bella said quickly. And then, because she couldn't resist, she added, 'Not that you didn't already know that. Your friend over there already informed me that you got my letters,' she thumbed towards Jasper.
Mr. Cullen glanced briefly to where Bella gestured.
'Yeah…about that…I was having a bad day that day and I just kind of…I mean, those letters were really rude and-'
'The letters weren't rude, Mr. Cullen,' Bella interrupted. 'And while I admit that I don't know your situation, let me tell you a little about mine. As a teacher, I am mandated to report any signs of neglect, abuse or abandonment that I see in students and –'
'Abuse? Now you're accusing me of abuse?' Mr. Cullen's demeanor changed quickly. He no longer seemed docile in his stance. He stood up straight and faced Bella – warning her to stand down.
'I am not accusing you of anything. However, when I see a student as young as Anthony at school, by himself, before any other adults arrive to supervise him, it is my duty to…'
'You know what lady? I don't give a damn about your duty. And you're right. You don't know a damn thing about my situation.' Mr. Cullen glanced fleetingly at Anthony and lowered his voice. 'This little boy behind me? I've known him two weeks longer than you have so excuse me if I'm not a contender for father of the year.'
Bella was befuddled by his words and her mind raced to understand them. But Mr. Cullen saw a weakness in her silence and he rushed to continue his attack before she could strike again.
'You might want to get a little more information before you start threatening people with legal bullshit—'
'Mr. Cullen, I did not threaten you. I was simply stating that facts. I invited you to contact me if you had any questions about what I'd written but I never heard from you.'
Bella glanced down and saw the look of fear that Anthony wore. The angry stance of his teacher and his father – two prominent adults in his life – was not a sight he should have to behold.
Internally Bella rebuked herself violently for allowing herself to be so unprofessional with a parent. As infuriating as Mr. Cullen was, he still had a right to be addressed tactfully and competently. And a showdown at a backyard barbeque certainly didn't fall into that category.
'I'm sorry. This is not appropriate,' Bella said as she began to back away. 'I keep office hours until three-thirty during the week if you'd like to continue this conversation another time.'
Bella offered Anthony a final smile and wave as she turned and hurried from the abysmal mess she was leaving behind her.
'Oh my gosh…oh my gosh…oh my gosh!' Bella ranted as she drove back towards her home. She thought about all of the things she'd done wrong during their confrontation – the fact that they'd even had one being her first major fail.
'I'm going to lose my job,' Bella stated matter of fact as she was stopped at a red light. 'My first teaching job and I'm going to get fired because of some fucking deadbeat dad who can't get his shit together.'
The lamentations of woe and regret continued well into the night as Bella tossed and turned and fretted about what Monday would bring. She was sure that the first thing Mr. Cullen would do was march into her principal's office and demand her resignation.
'But he approached me first,' Bella sat up in bed in the middle of the night as the realization occurred to her. 'I didn't start this. I was just telling his son goodbye and he came up to me…yes, I simply explained my position…that's what happened. I did nothing wrong.'
Bella kept telling herself this over and over as she finally submitted to sleep. And then again, the next morning…and afternoon…and well into the evening.
However, the words had retreated behind a cloud of terror and dread as she walked the corridor to the office to check her box for messages.
'Good morning, Vivian. Any news?' Bella asked with trepidation.
'What kind of news?' Vivian spun quickly in her chair as if she were about to hear a juicy tidbit of gossip.
'Oh nothing. I just wondered if anyone was looking for me this morning…Mr. Schwartz, perhaps?' Bella inquired of the principal.
'No. Why did something happen?' Vivian asked with interest.
Bella shook her head. 'No. Just wondering. That's all.'
'Oh. Well Mr. Schwartz is out of the office today, anyway. What else is new?' Vivian rolled her eyes.
Upon hearing that, Bella exhaled in relief. She wouldn't have to worry about the principal beckoning her to his office at some unspecified time throughout the day.
'Well, I guess I'd better get to work,' Bella said, a bit more chipper.
'Hey, what's in the bag?' Vivian called after a retreating Bella, referencing the gift bag slung over her arm.
'It's a soccer ball for one of my students.'
The gift coincided well with sharing time. Anthony hadn't brought anything to share, so Bella pulled the bag from beneath her desk and placed it on his.
'My soccer ball!' he exclaimed.
If he remembered the harsh words his teacher had exchanged with his father, Anthony gave no indication of it. On the contrary, he stood happily in front of the class and told them that he liked soccer and that he used to watch it on TV when he lived at his other house. At recess, he bounded over to her with his classmate, Taylor, and asked if he could take the ball outside to play with.
'Of course you can,' Bella answered, excited that he was finally making friends with the other kids.
The long sleepless nights she'd experienced over the weekend were catching up to Bella, and by the end of the day, exhausted was barely befitting of how she actually felt. When the last student finally trailed out of her classroom, Bella drug herself to the office to check her messages and to get a much-needed cup of coffee.
On the way back to her classroom, Bella groaned audibly when she noticed a memo on the top of her interoffice mail stack announcing an upcoming staff meeting. She sat down at her desk in a huff, nearly spilling her coffee in the process.
'That bad, huh?'
Bella nearly screamed when she realized she wasn't the only person in her classroom. Mr. Cullen sat perched on the edge of one of the small tables across from her desk.
When her heartbeat returned to the range of semi-normal, she noticed that he had his hands behind his back and she wondered what he was hiding. Knife? Gun? Bomb, perhaps?
'Sorry. I didn't mean to scare you,' Mr. Cullen stood up and approached her desk.
'No…I just didn't see you there. Sorry. How may I help you, Mr. Cullen?' Bella fidgeted with the decorative items on her desk to keep her shaking hands occupied.
Unexpectedly, Mr. Cullen's hands appeared from behind his back. In them he held an apple and a single rose that Bella recognized as the ones sold in the gas station down the street.
'I didn't know what kind of peace offering was appropriate for a teacher…' he trailed off.
Bella noticed the hopeful look in his eyes and she couldn't help but smile. 'Mr. Cullen, you didn't have to get me anything. The truth is, I owe you just as much of an apology. I never should have allowed that to happen in public like that.'
'No, it was my fault. Believe it or not, I was actually trying to apologize for being such a jackass before but then, well you caught me off guard with the abuse reporting and I just sort of…lost it again. I'm sorry about that.' He set the apple and rose on her desk.
'Okay. We're both sorry then. And Mr. Cullen, I wasn't insinuating that you abused Anthony.'
'I'll accept your apology if you stop calling me Mr. Cullen. It's Edward,' he smiled.
'Alright, Edward,' Bella nodded, finally starting to relax in his presence, 'I was just trying to let you know that Anthony is not properly supervised when he gets here before eight-fifteen. And I didn't want to assume that you knew that.'
'I didn't know that,' Edward quickly told her.
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'But I told you that in the letter,' Bella stated.
Edward kept his eyes on Bella's desk and she noticed his breathing begin to pick up and his nostrils flare slightly. She braced herself for another verbal assault but when he looked up at her, she saw the pleading look in his eyes and it nearly shattered her heart.
'I can't do this,' he said quietly.
'Yes, you can Mr…Edward. You are doing it,' Bella urged him in a soothing tone.
'No, I'm not,' he insisted. 'There's no way I can follow the rules here and on the job and make it work. I have to punch in at work at eight. If I drop Anthony off at eight-fifteen, I won't make it to work until after eight-thirty. If I'm late three times, I'm out of a job. How can I take care of Anthony without a job?'
'Well…how about a babysitter or carpool? Is there anyone who could watch Anthony in the mornings and get him to school?' Bella suggested.
'I don't know…Everyone I know works like me,' Edward pulled at his hair in frustration.
Bella reached into her desk drawer and grabbed a phone list with all the names and home telephone numbers of the students in her class. She began putting small checkmarks next to the names of mothers she knew didn't work outside of the home.
'Some of these families might be able to help you. Try calling them to see if they wouldn't mind you dropping Anthony by on your way to work. They're coming here anyway.'
Edward accepted the list gratefully and Bella watched him as his eyes searched for the address nearest to his.
'Edward…' she hesitated when she had his full attention. 'If you don't mind my asking…what did you mean when you said I've known Anthony two weeks longer than you?'
Edward stalled, straightening out the picture frame he'd just fiddled with on Bella's desk.
'A few months ago a social worker came to my job and told me that a girl I'd dated off and on after high school had been involved in a fatal car accident. Then, next thing I know, she's telling me I have a son. I didn't even know he existed before then,' Edward explained.
'Anthony's mother never told you?' Bella asked in shock.
'Nope,' Edward shook his head. He decided to leave out the part where she told him she'd had an abortion. It was a moot point now anyway.
'Wow…' Bella looked down at her hands as she reprocessed everything she now knew about Anthony but with this new insight in mind. 'This must be so hard for Anthony…for both of you.'
'It is,' Edward agreed. 'My biggest concern used to be keeping my buddies reigned in when it was my night to buy the beer. Now…well, now it's too overwhelming to even think about.'
Bella nodded in agreement. 'Is Anthony in counseling at all?'
'Counseling? What for?' Edward asked.
'Well…he just lost his mother. And you're…well by your own admission, practically a stranger to him. And now he's in a new town, starting school for the first time. That's a lot for a little guy to handle.'
Edward showed no mercy to the pair of paperclips he was twisting into unrecognizable forms. 'So you think he needs counseling?'
'I think you should at least have him checked out, to see how he's coping,' Bella suggested.
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'And the school can't do that?'
'This district hasn't had a psychologist in the schools for a long time,' Bella shook her head. 'But if you contacted the state…'
'Sounds expensive,' Edward interrupted.
Bella shook her head. 'I'm sure with Anthony's benefits, it wouldn't cost you anything at all.'
'Anthony doesn't have benefits. I can't afford 'em. I don't have benefits, either,' Edward admitted.
'Don't you have a social worker you're working with?' Bella questioned him.
Edward laughed. 'Social workers only care about kids who aren't yours biologically. If they're giving them to you, instead of taking them away, you're on your own.'
Bella shook her head. 'I don't think so,' she corrected him. 'In addition to Apple Health, Anthony should be getting survivor benefits from the federal government.'
'Survivor benefits?'
'He gets his mother's social security payments,' Bella said as she searched through a stack of business cards in her top drawer. 'Our school has a liaison at the Department of Social and Health Services that we work with. I could give her your information, if you'd like.'
'Uh…yeah,' Edward seemed rejuvenated as he processed the information. 'Are you sure about this?'
'Positive,' Bella nodded. 'But Edward, you have to actually call these people back when they contact you,' she lowered her eyes and added, 'You're very hard to get a hold of.'
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Edward picked up a pencil and Post-It note from her desk and scribbled down seven digits. 'This is my cell number. You can always reach me here.'
Bella grabbed the number as if it were gold. She quickly stuck it to her class list so that she could update the file later.
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'Well…Miss Swan…' Edward hesitated, hoping that she would correct him in the same way he had corrected her.
'Bella's fine,' she said.
'Bella,' Edward smiled, 'I can't thank you enough for how much you've helped me today. If this all works out, then you've made my life, and Anthony's, a hell of a lot easier.'
'Just doing my job,' Bella said as she stood up since it was obvious the meeting was winding down. Now that she no longer feared Edward complaining to her principal, she could think of nothing better than crawling into her bed for a nice, long nap.
Edward was almost to the door before he turned around, 'Oh, and for the record,' he said, 'I think you're a really great teacher.'
Even if he was only trying to atone for the hurtful words he'd said before, or if he was simply showing his thankfulness for the hope she'd just given him, it made Bella feel wonderful to hear those words come out of his mouth.
Thanks for hanging in there with me. I was probably more sick of 'Mr. Cullen/Miss Swan' than you were! But now he's Edward and she's Bella..moving on. Oh, yeah, and SM owns all things Twilight.