As per usual, I'm hanging out with Grandpa Charlie for supper. I torture Charlie by forcing him to cook with me for some special grandpa and granddaughter bonding time. It's sort of our thing, and I think he enjoys it, even though his complaining says otherwise.

Today's spectacular meal is Creamy Lemon Chicken Francese. I always give Charlie the plan for the week's meal every Sunday so he can mentally prepare himself as my sous-chef.

"Looking forward to your first day of senior year?" Charlie asks.

I shrug. "Yup another mundane year in the factory system."

"Hey, you could have graduated early and gone straight to college and saved your folks a lot of money," he points out. Then grumbling, "Not that money would be an issue."

"Yeah, but why graduate early when I can enjoy my last moments of mortality in puberty hell before my eternal damnation really begins?"

"You know I have no clue what you're talking about."

I open my mouth, but he quickly cuts me off, "And I rather not know."

Grandpa Charlie has one basic rule – need to know only. And he does not need to know about all this "hocus pocus crap" as he likes to call it. Part of me wants to be like, 'hey, by the way, I'm half vampire. Promise not to drink your blood,' but I'm pretty sure that will give him a heart attack. If only there's a subtle way for me to help him "figure" it out, which believe me I tried. Fake vampire teeth, the I hate garlic jokes…the whole shebang. Maybe if I drag a body and drain its blood he might get the picture. I can't stop laughing, picturing the scenario.

"What's so funny kiddo?"

"Definitely not murder." Bad answer Nessie.

"Hmmm…right. Right. You know I'm a still a cop right, haven't retired yet. So, don't you think about murdering people," he jokes.

"I promise if I ever kill people I'll let you arrest me."

Charlie rolls his eyes. "Speaking of senior year, what're your plans? Besides being a common criminal."

"Drats, well there goes my future."

"Renesmee."

"Honestly, I don't know. I'm debating between a paranormal consultant, a resident witch, or a fortune cookie writer, but it could change I'm keeping my options open. You know my school advisors keep bugging me about majoring in STEMs, which is just as fun I'm sure."

"Uh-huh, and what do your mom and dad think about this?"

"They love me and will support whatever I decide to do with my life," I answer with a smile.

"Seriously, what do you really want to do with your life?"

Honestly though, if I had a choice and wasn't stuck being a vampire, I know exactly what I would want to be. But I don't have a choice, do I? I'm stuck to hide forever from humans. But Grandpa Charlie doesn't know that so… "I think I would like to be a musician. Like, start a band or something."

Charlie nods, scraping up the last bit of food on his plate. "That sounds like a great plan. You've always enjoyed music and you're a great singer. Have you written any songs yet?"

"Yeah, I have some songs written but they're more like poems since I haven't created any music to go with it yet."

"I'm sure you will eventually. And whenever you do I'd love to listen to them."

"You're the best." But there is honestly no way I would ever have the guts to play my music in front of anybody, I thought as I get up, taking all the plates, ready to do the dishes.

"No so fast, you better head home, it's late and you got school tomorrow. Leave the dishes to me."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure. You're just like your mother, always acting like I can't take care of myself. I've done the dishes before."

Putting the dishes in the sink, I then give him a quick hug, promising I'll give him the whole run down of how the first day went tomorrow. Last year of high school, last year of me aging apparently. And even though I had my whole life to be prepared for this, not going to lie, I'm terrified of living forever.