Prologue

It's been 7 years since the Volturi came and had a "visit" with me and my family. After about two years of living in Forks, my mom and dad, Bell and Edward, decided it would be best if we packed up and moved to Providence, Rhode Island .

I mean I don't hate it; I just miss Forks. I miss my friends and family, I miss the greenery, I miss the house that I called home for almost 2 years. I grew at a very fast pace since then, in the span of 7 years, I grew up to be 18, and with the help of my grandpa Carlisle, figured out that I have stopped aging for the past 6 months, and I am now 18 forever. I know every woman's dream, not aging, 18 for the rest of your life. It's not as great as you think. For the rest of your life, you have the emotions of an 18 year old, never moving forward.

But you know what's made it so much easier and better for me, Jacob. He's been there for me since the day I was born, and every step of my life. My first words, my first steps, he even told me when I was 6, but looking like a 14 year old, about what happened with him and my mom, he told me just about everything that happened before I was born. As if I could love him more, he moved away from his family and friends, for me, so I know, he's my imprint and everything, is it still good to feel bad that he changed his life all for me? Is it bad that I am starting to have feelings I never thought I would have for him?

Chapter 1

Renesmee

"Jake, stop!" I screamed at Jake.

"But it's fun"

"Haha, funny. Now stop tickling me!"

At this moment in time, I'm rolling around in my backyard being tickled by Jacob Black. And I'm enjoying it a little more than I should. I know typical, boy imprints; girl grows up and falls in love with boy, except boy only see's you as a friend and it feels like he only see's you as a little girl, yes very big problem, for me anyway.

His hair is the way I like it, cut short but not to short and messy like he just woke, what's that called, oh yeah, bed head, it's so nice. He's wearing blue jeans, a tight fitted black V-neck t-shirt and that stupid grin on his face I love so much. Now you see my problem.

"Okay, okay, enough, I'm sorry!"

"What did you say?"

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry I ate your last piece of cake!"

"Now was that so hard" Jake said with a grin, rolling off of me.

"Yes" I said, with that pout on my face I know he can't resist. See I have my own weapons and I use them when needed, so ha.

Jake got up off the ground, and offered me a hand for help up. Yeah, like I would use help from a traitor, over a damn piece of cake! So I got up and headed up the stairs of the house, the house was more new than old, it had 3 levels, it was brown and beige, almost all the walls are made of windows, a large porch on the front, and was on 3 acres of land. I went straight to the living room, no one was home, they were all out hunting, and I plopped down in the middle of the big puffy dark leather couch. I love this couch; it's like sitting on clouds. Just as I grabbed the remote for the TV and turned it on, Jacob came in and sat down beside me and put his arm on the back of the couch behind my head. He started playing with a strand of my long, curly, bronze hair.

"You still mad?" Jacob asked.

"No" I said, turning my head away from him, but still trying to concentrate on what I was watching, yes, it's as hard as you think.

"Really?"

"Yes"

"Okay, I'm confused"

"Let me put this is Jacob language, alright" I said to Jake, "I am mad, but not mad mad, just no more tickling me over cake!"

"Fine, but I still think it's fun" Jacob said with a grin, while poking me in my side.

"Of course you do" I said, rolling my eyes.

Jake then brought up the subject I have been dreading for days, let's just say this was not my idea, it was my mom and dad's, according to them, it will help building character and self-esteem. Sure, parents, whatever you think.

"So tomorrow, first day of high school, huh?"

"Yup, high school sounds like total fun" I said, with a frown.

"Oh come on, it won't be that bad, I went through it, wasn't the best days of my life, but it was fun. But just think, your dad went through high school so many times its horrible, then your aunts and uncles, the poor people" Jacob said, then was lost in thought by the end of that.

Sure Jacob, that speech made life so much easier, high school wasn't the best days of my life. What if I get stabbed or mugged on the first day yeah sounds right fun. Who invented High School anyway, the stupid person. Right then I got up off the couch, Jacob gave me a weird look while doing so, and migrated up to my room, and sat down on my bed, and pulled out my journal. Yes, I have journal, when you have a father who can read your mind, you don't exactly have anything in your mind that is private.

"September 4th, 2010

So tomorrow first day of high school, yeah, never thought I would be going to be going to high school, ever. I've watched movies, and read "how to survive high school for dummies" book. I'm not ready, how am I going to make friends, who am I going to sit with at lunch, and Jake is not going to be there, what am I going to do, I've never done anything without him. It's like my parents are making me grow up, and according to them, high school builds character and self-esteem. Well then how about, I don't want character and self-esteem, they suck. Well to sum everything up, I'm scared. So if I survive tomorrow, I'll write in here. So I wouldn't expect much writing then.

Renesmee.

I put my journal back in my side table, and get up to go to my closet to pick out what I am going to wear tomorrow, let's just say my closet it huge, thanks to my Aunt Alice, it has everything a girl could ask for. Well except for me, I'm more of a jeans and t-shirt kind of girl. So I decide on a purple American eagle chiffon camisole, a grey cardigan, American eagle ripped skinny jeans, and a pair of black flats. Yup, this is the nicest thing you're ever going to get me in. Then I heard a knock on the door, and Jacob walked in and sat down on my bed, and patted the bed for me to sit down.

"So I was thinking that we should watch a movie tonight, what do you say? But we can't stay up too late remember, school night" he said with a big grin on his.

"Yeah, sure I would love to, what movie anyway?" I answered.

"I was thinking… The Notebook, since I know how much you love it" Jacob said.

"Sure, if I cry, it's your entire fault; it makes me all mushy inside" I said. I looked at Jake, he knows me so well. I can't believe I'm doing this huge thing tomorrow, and he won't be there. He's my best friend, he's like my big brother, and I'm not sure what these feelings I've been having lately, he's Jacob, he hasn't changed, but I have. I've grown up, he hasn't seen that. Jake still wants me to be that little girl, and I have to show him that I'm not.

"Hey, I'm going to get the movie set up, and you want some popcorn too?" Jacob asked.

"Yeah, sure, that sounds good" I looked up at Jake, and gave him a smile.

"Okay, see you in like 5 then. I know you want to put your PJ's on too" Jake said with a smile.

"Haha, okay"

Just as Jacob left my room, I got up and went into my walk-in closet and looked in the full length mirror. "I wonder what people see when they look at me" I thought to myself. I know what my family see's, which would be nice if they didn't, is a little girl, only about 7 years ago, I was a toddler. I mean look at me, I am not a little kid. I know my parents and Jake just want to look out for me, but come on; I'm 18 and need a little freedom. I'm about 5'7; I have long bronze coloured and it's wavy, brown eyes, a little nose, long limbs, thanks to my dad, and the coordination of my mom, that's the only downside of being me, and the one thing that makes me 18, I have boobs, yeah 34B, so thank you people, I am definitely an 18 year old. I sigh, and I go to the cabinet with my pyjamas and grab at plaid pair of shorts and ratty old grey t-shirt.

"Everything is ready, you coming?" Jake yelled up the stairs.

"Coming" I yell back.