Black Holes
Chapter 1
The Trial
"All arise for the honourable judge Herman."
Inside, I laughed. I didn't think they said that any more. The judge, decked out in a long, black cloak and a ridiculous powdered wig, strolled up the aisle and behind the desk. I sat back down, smoothing my pink dress over my legs.
"Will Renesmee Cullen, Claire Jackson and Claudia Morrison please arise."
I sighed and stood up once more. Yep, that's me, Renesmee Cullen, half vampire, half human.
"Well, missies, you racked yourself up quite a record. Theft of some very expensive motor vehicles and arson of a dance studio," the judge shook his head.
Except I didn't do any of those things.
Let me explain. Ages ago, before I was even born, my mom, while she was a human, went to meet an evil vampire, intent on torturing her to death. My dad, Edward Cullen, raced out to get her, in a stolen car, and, after saving her and killing the vampire, burned down the building. The police were searching for the culprit for years, and they traced it to my family. They arrested me, but realised I must have had help. So, they arrested Claire, Quil's imprint and a young werewolf, and Claudia, who is currently still human, but has had some strange things happening to her.
Jacob Black, one of my best friends and the wolf who imprinted on me, stood up.
"They did nothing," he growled, his lip curling up, revealing his teeth.
"Mr. Black, would you please sit down?" the judge peered over his glasses at Jake, who sat down, still growling. My mom patted his arm, but he shook her off.
"This is a serious crime. However, I am willing to give you a choice. You could have 2 years in jail, or go to Camp Green Lake."
My mom raised her hand.
"What's Camp Green Lake?"
"Camp Green Lake is a delinquent camp for boys. However, the Warden had said that she would have these girls, as the girl's camp is full up. So, what will it be?"
I sighed.
"Camp Green Lake I guess."
I looked at Claire, on my right. She smiled.
"Camp Green Lake."
Claudia smiled too and brushed her blond hair out of her eyes.
"Camp Green Lake."
The judge banged his gavel on the table.
"18 months at Camp Green Lake. Court dismissed."
As soon as he said those words, my mom ran up to me.
"Oh Nessie!" She sobbed, holding me tight.
"Mom. . ." I complained, trying to get out of her grip.
"Don't worry Renesmee. We'll get you out of there," My dad promised.
"It's okay dad. Who knows? It could be fun."
How wrong I was.
