The story takes place two years after the end of Breaking Dawn, Renesmee has appeared to reach the age of seventeen and the story is told from her point of view.
"This sucks," I muttered. I had been exploring the depths beneath my bed in a feeble attempt to clean up my "pigsty of a room" before my parents came back from their hunting trip. It was either that or they would ground me for the duration of their next stay. It was ridiculous actually, considering that my parents looked the same age as I did. Heck, I might even begin to look older than them soon, I'm not entirely sure when I'll stop aging and it's driving them crazy, I can tell. They refused to leave my side for that extended periods of time because my aging process was unpredictable and consented to hunt only after Carlisle's insisting they didn't 'overdo it'. They wanted me to come, but my hunting intervals were longer than theirs because I could also survive on human food so I just wasn't thirsty. Rosalie promised to record any memorable moments for them.
I don't know big deal is about the 'teenage years' though. Six months ago, I was thirteen and my mom had to give me an explanation of "body changes" that was extremely uncomfortable. I think the worst part of it was when I could hear dad chuckle every time he heard me thinking about it. Mom shielded me most of the time from his ability, but she couldn't do it 24/7 and I wouldn't ask her to either. It was a relief when Rosalie realized what was going on and let me sleep over at the main house. Alice apologized for not realizing it earlier, but I couldn't blame her; it was my own DNA that prevented her from having clearer visions of me. Sometimes she was a smart aleck about it though. I asked her earlier when I'd be done cleaning my room and she told me she could only see if when actually decided to do it.
Even without trying to smell everything, I realized that the bottom of my bed had become a small wasteland of unwanted and forgotten things. It was cluttered with old toys, clothes I had grown out of, which happened a lot, and souvenirs from trips and family vacations that I had shoved under the bed unceremoniously as soon as I had gotten home. On the front lines of the mess was a pair of dusty light blue knitted socks that my friend's dad had given me for Christmas. Behind them were key chains and refrigerator magnets with misspellings of my name (I had been so frustrated with the gift shops, Renesmee is a perfectly normal name, I think), old Barbie and Ken dolls that had belonged to my mother that grandpa Charlie gave me, an old shoe and things like that.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw a pair of ski goggles smashed on one side, probably the ones I used during last winter's Cullen family ski trip. As I pushed aside an old jewelry box to try and grab the goggles, I felt a cool metal pressed hard at the tip of my index finger. I grabbed the top of the knife, yanked it out and looked at my hand; it was unharmed. Luckily, one of the benefits of being part-vampire was having impermeable skin, albeit it being kind of pale and glowing a bit in direct sunlight.
I looked around my room again and sighed. My closet was a complete mess; there were more clothes on my bed and the floor than in the closet because I never felt the need to wash them due to the amount of clothes Alice kept giving me. I loved my aunt dearly, but her need to shop was beyond supernatural.
The desk was completely cluttered with loose papers and old school worksheets that my mom and dad threw onto the pile before they left. They said if I stopped aging soon, I'd have to go through high school at least once so I should practice writing worksheets and stuff, which I finished in minutes and threw back onto my desk. I couldn't even see the laptop Carlisle and Esme had given me anymore. Then, of course, there was the jungle underneath my bed. It was time to call for reinforcements. I reached over the dirty clothes pile and grabbed my new blackberry phone that my dad had given me with his number already programmed on speed dial. I ignored that and dialed the Black residence.
"Hello?" answered a groggy voice.
"Jake?" I asked.
"Yeah. Nessie?" he asked sluggishly.
"Yeah it's me. Can you come over today?"
"Why are you awake? It's seven in the morning."
"My parents went hunting so they woke me up before they left and told me to clean my room. Can you help?"
"Hell no," he responded immediately, "I'm not going anywhere near that toxic wasteland." I could almost hear him grinning on the other side of the phone.
"Please, please, my parents won't let me come over anymore if it's not clean by tomorrow!"
"Haha that doesn't sound like Bella," he laughed. "Must be the bl—I mean, your dad."
"Maybe."
"You want me to come right now?"
"Yeah," I answered, smiling, "Just throw on some cleaning clothes and get over here."
"Fine, but you have to make me breakfast. I want pancakes and bacon."
"Deal." I punched my fist victoriously into the air. I already smelled some pancakes sitting in the microwave for me, courtesy of Rosalie. Even though she didn't eat human food, she made sure I had enough, though she might not be happy about giving some to the 'mutt.'
'I'll be there in ten."
"Okay, bye." I hung up the phone as I heard Alice's light footsteps coming towards my room. I cursed in my head, knowing she'd hear me if I did it aloud. She gracefully walked in, not surprised to see me unsurprised.
"Hey kiddo," she greeted me innocently in her sing-song voice. "I saw you hadn't really started cleaning your room. I thought I'd help."
"Dad told you not to leave me alone with Jake right?" I asked without looking up. Lately this had been happening whenever I wanted to hang out with Jacob. Because of her inability to see the future of werewolves, Alice would see my future disappear and then she'd instantly appear next to me.
"You're a smart one," she laughed.
"What's he bribing you with this time?"
"I saw him giving me a very expensive handbag exclusively sold in India."
I sighed. "Couldn't you just get it yourself?"
"Yes, but it's just lovely when Edward gets me presents," she smiled with blindingly gorgeous white teeth. "But enough about that, Jacob's here."
As if on cue, Rosalie called up the stairs, "Nessie, the mutt's here! Get him upstairs before he stinks up the place!"
"Hey Blondie," I heard Jake say, "Why does it take so long to make a blonde snowman?"
I groaned.
"Because you have to hollow out the head!" he finished, laughing. I heard the sound of crushing metal and I immediately ran downstairs to try and save the life of my best friend.
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