**Disclaimer** Nothing is mine! All the credit goes to Mrs. Meyer for creating such wonderful characters for us to play with. If you recognize something, it isn't mine! I read a lot of fan fics and can't keep straight where I got some ideas from!

** I will update as my life allows me. If you don't like the story, close it.


As I left the premier of the latest movie, plagued by the throngs of screaming fan girls who insisted I must be that Jackson kid that plays the romanticized version of me, I wondered at the wisdom of our dearest Bella. After our latest run-in with the Volturi that endangered not only her daughter, but the rest of our eclectic family, she decided it was time to flout the rules regarding secrecy. She didn't do as most would have, showing themselves to the humans. No, she glamoured some poor woman back in her hometown of Phoenix, Arizona. She made it seem like the woman had a dream telling of the meeting between her and her husband, Edward.

Of course, Bella couldn't tell this woman everything, that would point too many fingers our way. She gave this woman what college students would call, the CliffsNotes version. To Bella, nothing was sacred now, she even told some of the story of the wolves, something no other vampire would have the courage to do.

So how did I end up here, alone, watching a movie of my life with the family? It all started five years ago when Renesmee finally slowed down in growing enough to attend high school with the rest of us. Carlisle thought it would be a good idea for her to learn to interact on a daily basis with people who did not know what we were. She wasn't a danger to the human population in regards to her thirst, but having grown up in a household filled with vampires and shape shifting wolves, she had never needed to act human. She didn't need to temper her strength with any of us, nor did she need to make sure she moved at a human pace.

So we moved to yet another city where the sunny days were few and far between, Portland, Oregon. It was close enough to Washington for Jacob, Renesmee's wolf, to keep in touch with the other pack on the reservation, but far enough away that we probably wouldn't run into our former classmates from Forks.