Author's Note: This is my second fanfic ever, and I'm very new to this whole thing, so please review me. I'm open to constructive criticism, suggestions and compliments of any kind.

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters or brands included in this story. I simply apply them to a plot to gratify my own personal imagination. Also, I have no intentions of offending emos, so please don't take this personally, kay?

Story takes place 6 years after Breaking Dawn. Renesmee's point of view.

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Chapter 1: Disadvantages

Bored to tears, I sighed. It was late in the evening, about 11 pm, and I had nothing at all to do. I absolutely loathe sleeping, because I live in a madhouse (by madhouse, I mean house full of mythical creatures, vampires to be exact) where no one ever sleeps but me. And when the vampires you live with can't help but think of themselves as excessively comical, it's only natural that you will be subject to endless pranks, hence my dilemma. I couldn't call Jacob to come over, because ever since our relationship changed from my childhood buddy, partner in crime, to my perfect lover, practically inseparable, my father put into place strict "visitation hours", curfews, and a plethora of tiresome stipulations about our relationship, most likely a desperate action taken as a final attempt to deter me from falling helplessly in love with my Jacob. Too late, I smiled to myself.

"Renesmee, love, I'm only doing what's best for you. And don't be so quick to make up your mind about how you feel." called my dad from upstairs. "DADDY!" I yelled, "GET OUT MY HEAD!" I heard him chuckle softly. I growled and stomped into the living room, only to find Uncle Emmett howling and shaking with laughter. "It's for your best interest, love." he mocked me. I took off my shoes-- 4 inch stiletto heels-- and hurled them at his face as hard as could. Upon impact they shattered into a thousand tiny shards. "Ow," he said sarcastically, and erupted into a thunderous fit of guffaws. I hissed maliciously then mumbled a slew of furious profanities.

"RENESMEE CARLIE CULLEN! Those words better not ever leave your lips again! Do you understand me?" scolded Grandma Esme. "Yes Grammy," I muttered. I hurried up to Alice and Jasper's room, quickly so I didn't have time to face Emmett's infuriating laughter. I knocked on their door, only because it was customary to do so. I knew for a fact I wouldn't be interrupting anything. Ever since Jasper turned emo, the two of them always did the exact same thing. Alice would be browsing the website of either Nordstrom, Bloomingdale's, Louis Vuitton, or Burberry, clicking on everything her size. She would be wearing a pink Juicy Couture housecoat and a frown that looked out of place on her delicate, pixie-like face. Jasper would be bopping his head to some emo group on his black iPod Nano, singing along to alarming lyrics that seemed to come straight from mental institutions or suicide wards. Apparently tonight he was listening to one I haven't heard him sing before:

Baby, let's burn down the city, kill everybody with me, then we'll jump off a skyscraper together.

My wrist is scarred from cutting it, your wrist is scarred from cutting it, our wrists are scarred from cutting them, let's jump off a skyscraper together.

Skyscraper, skyscraper, let's jump down to the burning city.

"Come in Nessie." called a miserable sounding Alice. "Alice, I need new shoes," I said, as morosely as she was. She brighted a little bit instantly at the mention of an excuse to dress me up, but with a peripheral glance at Jasper, her face clouded again. "Sure honey, what are you looking for?" she asked dully. I cupped my hand to her face and used my gift to show her the shoes I just destroyed via Emmett's face. Her face took on a knowing expression as she listed, "Jimmy Choo, peep toe, stiletto heel, Asian silk, lavender, bridal collection I believe. What size?" "Seven." "Okay then. Wait, I think Rose has a pair. Shall we?" I looked up at Alice's face, expecting a wicked smile, but all I got was a dead, empty gaze. If even closet raiding couldn't cheer my aunt, I doubt anything short of a miracle could. "Um, no thanks Aunt Alice. I'm not really up for it tonight. Maybe tomorrow we can go shopping in Seattle? Besides, I swear my closet's shrinking." My voice was as dead as her expression. I couldn't cheer her when I was so down. "Sure" she agreed half-heartedly.

I sighed. The only reason I cared at all about those stupid shoes was because they went perfectly with the satin cream blouse with the lavender ribbon tied around my midsection, and every time I wore it, Jacob complimented me even more than usual. He always says I look beautiful, which makes my cheeks burn a crimson shade, but he seems especially fond of some outfits, namely this one, so I had to get my precariously heeled shoes replaced ASAP. When Alice returned to her computer, I went to sit on the couch beside Jasper.

"I feel your pain." he said. I hated the stupid voice he used now that replaced his lovely old one with the sweet Southern draw. Now, he spoke each word on the same pitch, with an accent that mirrored those of the emo bands on his iPod. I grimaced in distaste. Uncle Jasper was serious when about feeling my pain, I realized suddenly. He took out his earbuds expectantly. I had a lot of issues as one of the 10 or less hybrids in the world, the only one on the continent, and Jasper understood my emotions better than anyone. Even as a freakishly depressing/depressingly freakish emo, he still took time to be my own personal shrink, which was a big honor.

"Uncle Jazz, this is so unfair. I can't get away with ANYTHING! My dad is constantly in the one private place I own-- MY HEAD, and everyone else is always keeping tabs on me with their ridiculously acute senses! I can't even sleep peacefully because I know I'll wake up with syrup in my hair or glue in between my toes! Why can't I be like a NORMAL girl my age-- and by that I mean my mental/ physical age, 16, not my calendar age of 6-- and get away with stupid crazy schemes? I have way too many disadvantages!" Jasper whipped out his iPhone and typed something so quickly I barely saw his fingers move. Then I felt my cherry red LG Scoop vibrate in my pocket. I grabbed it and read the text:

From: Uncle Jazz

Man, like, now, I, like, really feel your pain.

"He doesn't talk anymore unless it's necessary. Apparently 'Emo Weekly' says texting is the new talking." Alice said sourly, without turning away from the computer screen. She didn't even try to hide the fury, threat, and pure pain in her voice. My heart went out to her. Her once perfect husband had somehow become this dark, dismal blob, without a regard for how that might affect her. How could Jasper be so selfish? He must have known that he was jumping on thin ice, and surely Alice was going to explode sooner or later. But at the moment, the morose vibes rolling off of my uncle made it difficult to speculate on much other than the problems at hand. All of these disadvantages were going to make it impossible for me to ever be anything more than a child to my family. They will never see me as an adult, I thought sadly. That will make for a looooong eternity. After sensing that our "conversation" was over, Jasper put his earbuds back in and resumed his lifeless song.

I sat on the couch with him for the rest of the evening in silent dejection, wondering what I was going to do, until finally, I dozed off into a light sleep on Jasper's marble shoulder.

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