Morning

The story of Jacob and Renesmee.

By:

Interest Me

Chapter One: My Five-Year-Old Teenager

This story is based on the Twilight novels and characters by Stephanie Meyer. All copyright belongs to her, and this story is only an expression of the appreciation I have for the world she created.

"I want to go to school," announced my five-year-old-teenage daughter, Renesmee. Normal vocabulary often failed me when trying to express my life now. Words once provided a refuge for me, allowing me to lose myself in the classics such as Wuthering Heights and Romeo and Juliet. But those stories were limited to the human experience. I needed an entirely new language to frame my everyday experience now.

"No, Renesmee, you know that's not possible," I answered.

Renesmee stepped forward and laid her palm on my cheek. Visions of high school kidnapped my thoughts. Adolescents laughed and gossiped and danced. It looked more like a high school shown on a TV reality show than the reality of Forks High. I shook my head, and the vision morphed into Edward and I walking the halls of this made up Hollywood school.

This is how Renesmee argued. She could project her thoughts into the minds of those she touched. My daughter had found a way to break the limited language barrier. Next I was watching her Aunt Alice, Uncle Jasper, Uncle Emmet and Aunt Rosalie walking the same mythical halls. I understood her argument. We had all attended high school; why not her? Edward also understood the argument because his talent allowed him to read Renesmee's mind even if he couldn't read mine. His breath caught sharply.

"Renesmee, you are too young for high school," he said.

"Look at me Dad," she countered, "physically I am old enough. Mentally too. And you were one hundred and nine and still attending high school. You can't use chronological age as an argument against me going to school."

My daughter had inherited her debating skills from my husband. I waited for his answer that would trump her reasoning and end this discussion, but it didn't come. I looked into his golden eyes and sensed defeat there. Well I wasn't going down without a fight.

"No Renesmee. It's much more dangerous for you," I said.

"Dangerous? Oh come on Mom, I will be the most dangerous thing there. I am half human. I want human experiences!"

I knew that she had hit Edward in a weak spot with this comment. He had been somewhat obsessed with my own human experiences, unwilling to change me into a vampire until I had experienced as many as possible. Unfortunately, one of those human experiences was Prom. Yet my last human experience had been to give birth to the woman before me. It had nearly killed me, and my life was only saved because Edward had changed me into a vampire. That was five years ago, and after we stood against the Volturi, life had pretty much been a fairytale. Until now. I was not ready to let my sweet little Nessie go.

"Grandpa, tell them," Renesmee appealed to Carlisle who was sitting in the living room with us.

He looked up from his book and pushed his glasses up his nose. Of course, he didn't need the glasses, but we had stayed in Forks much longer than anyone had expected, and his youthful appearance was starting to draw comments at the hospital where he worked as a doctor. The glasses were a prop along with the grey temple hair that Alice applied every four weeks from a bottle. Still, the glasses and grey hair stood in sharp contrast to his youthful, perfectly unlined face. Edward said it didn't matter. Humans see what they want to see.

Before Carlisle could answer, Jacob came through the door. He picked Renesmee up in a bear hug and tousled her hair as he had done since she was a toddler, just over four years ago. Jacob had imprinted on Renesmee moments after she was born, and he completely belonged to her now. Although I considered ripping his throat out when it first happened, I could not deny that Jacob would never let any harm come to her. Edward can read his thoughts, and this extra layer of understanding had made me more comfortable. Jacob was a third parent now.

"Jacob!" Renesmee squealed.

"Nessie, why the serious faces?" he asked just becoming aware of the mood in the room.

"I want to go to school," she announced to him as she had to me. I stiffened. Jacob always defaulted to giving my daughter her way, but if he sided with us, he would be a powerful ally. He laughed.

"School? Nessie you already speak seven languages, have read all of your grandfather's medical books, and anonymously sent an economic plan to the president that he actually implemented. Besides, school sucks."

"I don't want to go to learn. I want to go for the human experience," she said and her large brown eyes flicked to meet her father's for a split second. The child was dangerous.

"Aw Nessie, what am I going to do all day while you're in school? Wouldn't you rather do fun things?"

"School is fun!" she said and touched his cheek. I was pretty sure she was flashing images of television high school into Jacob's mind too.

Jacob looked at me and Edward, helpless. I knew we couldn't show any weakness though so I said, "Renesmee, how will we explain how we suddenly have an adolescent daughter that needs to attend school?"

"Oh Mom. You and Dad got custody of me when Dad's sister died in a car accident," she rolled her eyes, "Jenks will take care of the rest."

I cursed her perfect recall. This was the story Jacob had told Charlie, my father, to explain Renesmee and her full term birth after my month long pregnancy. Jason Jenks was the attorney we used to fabricate needed documentation.

"Come on Nessie, let's talk about this at the bowling alley," Jacob urged.

Renesmee and Jacob's love of bowling baffled us at first. They both were capable of bowling a perfect 300 every time. But they had their own version of the game. Each put rules on slips of paper, challenging the other to achieve nearly acrobatic feats. Their need to remain inconspicuous just added another dimension to their challenges. Renesmee had garnered some unwanted attention when she picked up a seven-ten split by rolling the ball backwards through her legs. Now they always choose a different alley and travel some distance each time.

Renesmee flew out the door, her shiny auburn waves swishing as she went. Jacob turned toward me, and I flashed him my most vampiric look to warn him against encouraging her. He nodded his head with understanding and agreement