Diclaimer: I do not own the Twilight Saga or any of it's characters. I'm not that blessed.

Author's Note: This is set after Breaking Dawn, when Renesmee is fullgrown. I haven't decided on a place for them to live, so bear with me.

RENESMEE CARLIE CULLEN

The first thing I noticed was that everyone noticed me. Not just me, but my whole family. My father looked around, searching for a suspicious thought, but mostly everyone just seemed surprised. He held out his hand to my mother, who smiled and climbed out of the car. I went out of the other side, looking around at my new school, my first school.

When you first start school you're usually about 4-6 years old and your parents are so proud for no reason. Your mother will be crying into her hands and your father will be consoling her while giving you a fond smile. For me, I was starting school at the technical age of eight. I say technical because, physically, I am around sixteen-years-old. But mentally I could be a college student.

I looked up at the cloudy sky. Of course it was cloudy. That was why we were here. It was as perfect as Forks had been, with its numerous sunless days. I didn't really need to be out of the sun. I looked odd in the sun, of course, but human eyes weren't as sharp as my family's, so it wasn't so obvious that I needed to hide like my family. My family... my mother didn't look happy at the sight of our new high school. That was why she wasn't choked up about saying goodbye: she was going with me. With the body of a 19 year old, she could pass off as a junior. The only people in my family who weren't going to join me at school were Carlisle and Esme. Even Jacob was coming with me, but I doubt he had a choice. I had long ago learnt about his imprinting on me and the effect it had had on everybody. At first I felt upset that his feelings were forced upon him, but as time passed I came to realise that imprinting isn't just a strong infatuation, its love that's too important to wait and wants to be discovered… and returned.

I smiled at that thought, looking over at Jacob, my Jacob, ignoring my father's grimace at me.

"Oi, Nessie!" my uncle, Emmett, yelled to me. "Earth to Nessie; hurry up!" I smiled at him, but didn't respond. I didn't like to talk out loud if I could help it, but I knew that would go out the window now that we were spending the majority of our time with humans. I strolled gracefully over to my family and we began walking to the administrative building. Jacob came over and put his usual protective arm around my waist and Mom held my hand, Dads arm around her just as protectively as Jacob's was around me. Alice was subtly holding Jasper's hand and Emmett had his arm around Rosalie's shoulder's with her arm around his waist. It seemed like a very common position in our family. I bet if Carlisle and Esme had been here, he would have his arm around her waist too.

This was a bigger school then Forks High, so new arrivals weren't that much of an occasion. But eight new students, looking as strange as we did, were still gossip-worthy. Once we had thoroughly flustered the lady at the front office, we had to separate for our classes. Now Mom actually did look like she was going to cry. She couldn't, of course; she wasn't physically able to, being a vampire and all.

Jacob had Geometry and Mom headed off to Trigonometry class, Rosalie and Jasper had Gym together, Dad had English, Alice had French and Emmett had Spanish. I waved goodbye and headed off to Biology with Alice, who was going in the same direction.

"Don't worry, Nessie," she trilled softly, "Someone… Jo- Joe- joh-"

"John?"

"No. I don't know, but someone will help you get to Spanish, and you should have Jacob with you there, seeing as your blurry future seems to disappear." I didn't even bother asking her to look again; I knew she couldn't see me clearly. I don't mean that she couldn't see me at all; it was becoming easier as we got closer. But I was still just a blurry outline, a mass of colours.

"Will anyone talk to me in Biology?" I asked, worried I would be abused.

"No, Nessie." She had no way of knowing for sure and her tone was a little too understanding for my liking, so I didn't speak again. I waved goodbye to her as I entered my classroom with my books clutched to my chest, feeling strangely vulnerable without Jacob's protective arm around me, as I was used to.

Everyone turned to look at me, and I wished I had Dad with me to reassure me of their thoughts. But I was on my own right now. I turned to the teacher who was speaking to the class.

"Class, this is… Renemy Cullen. She's just moved here from Alaska with her family. Would you like to tell us a little bit about yourself?" he added in my direction, catching me off guard.

"Oh. OK." I walked to the front of the class and took a deep breath. "My name is Renesmee Cullen, but everyone calls me Nessie. I used to live in Alaska with my uncle and his new family, but my uncle's stepfather, Carlisle, got a job at the hospital here." I turned to the teacher again and gave him a small, pleading smile.

"Well, welcome to our school, Miss. Cullen. Please, take a seat." I did. I sat at a seat on the left side of the room, right next to the window. I pulled out my notebook and prepared myself for what had been described to me as unavoidable boredom. But I was, in a manner of speaking, disappointed.

Biology turned out to be a fascinating subject, and I began taking notes so furiously that I had to keep reminding myself that I was surrounded by humans. Alice had actually been right; no one talked to me, though I was too absorbed in the lesson to be pleased or offended.

When the bell went I rushed out the door, exhilarated by the information I had learned and excited by the prospect of more. And to top it off, I would see Jacob. It already felt like we'd been apart to long. Unfortunately, I had to slow down. You can't rush off when you don't know where you're going. I pulled out my map and tried to navigate my way to room C-7.

Behind me, three girls were chatting animatedly about a boy called Joshua. Suddenly, a louder, heavier step fell in line with the three girls, two of which began purposely walking slower and falling behind.

"Heya, Chloe," a male voice said casually.

"Hi, Joshua!" the girl, Chloe, squealed.

"So, what's the new girl like?" Joshua asked her.

"I don't know. I haven't spoken to her." She sniffed in my direction. She seemed... annoyed? "She doesn't look like much." For some reason, these words stung. My family had always told me I was beautiful, like they were, and I had never had any reason to think otherwise. But to normal, human eyes was I considered ordinary? Plain? Boring? "Why do you care, anyway?"

"She looks interesting. And she's clearly loaded, which makes me wonder what her parents do." I stifled a giggle. My parents didn't do anything but be. My Mom had had a job once, at Forks. She'd worked in a shop called Newton's Olympic Outfitters, which sold sporting goods, but quit when she decided to get married and become a vampire. Or, as they thought, get married and go to Dartmouth. In truth, she did get married and go to Dartmouth. But not til she'd had me, become a vampire, took a stand against the Volturi and then watched me grow rapidly for a few years. She says that college was the worst choice she'd ever made in her life, and that missing me growing up will always be her biggest regret.

"What do you mean, 'she's clearly loaded'?"

"She looks like she fell out of my sister's fashion magazine."

"I guess..."

"Well, I'm going to introduce myself." And the heavy footsteps caught up with mine, revealing a tall boy. He was relatively pale, but he had nothing on me. His hair was golden brown and his eyes were dark blue. He had a secure air about him. "Hey. Nessie, right?" he said, holding out a hand to me. Worried that my skins toasty temperature would frighten him, I ignored his hand and simply smiled brightly at him.

"Yes. And you are?"

"I'm Joshua Greaves. I'm a sophomore too." He smiled a self-assured smiled and I wondered how many girls it had taken to make him exude such confidence. "What class have you got next?"

"I've got Spanish in C-7, but I don't know where that is." I spoke politely, but I didn't feel entirely comfortable with him. I could somehow sense that he had ulterior motives.

"It's in the C-Block. I've got Spanish too so I can show you the way if you like." And he directed me down a set of stairs, through a courtyard, past some bathrooms and into the C-Block. "Most of the languages are done in the C-Block," he explained, "so you'll almost always have it here unless you have to go to a computer room."

As we walked he told me about himself and his friends and the things that they had got up to during class. He was easy to talk to because he didn't require much compensation, just the occasional uh-huh and wow.

"You're welcome to sit with us at lunchtime, if you want," he offered eagerly.

"Aw, thanks, but I'm probably just going to sit with my family and Jacob." Jacob, who would be waiting for me in Spanish. Jacob, who I could see up the corridor, naturally towering over everyone.

"Jacob? Is that a friend of the family?"

"Yeah, I guess. He's been friends with my... aunt for years; he's practically like family now."

"How old is he?" he had followed my line of vision and was eyeing Jacob suspiciously.

"He's a sophomore, like us. He's just… really big." I giggled, imagining the ideas Joshua was getting about him.

"Yeah, I can see that. You said he was friends with your aunt? How old is she?"

"She's a junior here. She's not my biological aunt." She's my biological mother. "Carlisle and Esme are my Great Aunt and Uncle. You see, my parents died when I was little so the orphanage they tried to send me to tracked down my biological uncle, Edward. He's been living with his aunt, Esme, and her husband, Carlisle, and their family. They're more like my grandparents then anything else. Anyway, they adopted Bella, who is dating my Uncle Edward. Jacob used to have a crush on her, and vice versa, but that was years and years ago, when they were little. They've been best friends forever now, and he's kind of joined the family."

"Oh." It was the most I had spoken since being at school, and he was momentarily stunned by the information overload.

"Jacob!" I called out unnecessarily. He had probably heard my entire speech. I quickened my pace and Joshua mimicked me. Jacob smiled gratefully at Joshua, which surprised me.

"Thanks for showing her the way. She would have been lost without you," he said.

"Oh, err, no problem." He looked uncomfortably at my hand, which was resting on Jacob's elbow. "So, you're like family? Nessie was just telling me. Like cousins or whatever."

"No, that would be rather incestuous." I chimed happily, finding humour in his embarrassment.

"Oh, right. Well, there's Olivia, I'll just..." and he walked away hastily. I put my free hand on Jacob's cheek and showed him Joshua's confident behaviour. He chuckled deeply at that. That was another reason I loved Jacob; he was never jealous. It had taken a while for me to reassure him that he was the only one I love, but we had gotten there eventually.

I stood up on my tippy-toes and he leaned down, kissing me softly. It was something we were both rather new at, considering how long it had taken us to convince my father to let us. The only other person Jacob had kissed was my mother. Sometimes I would think about it and get upset or jealous, but it would only last a minute before I felt guilty. The last time I had thought about that was nearly eighteen months ago. My father had been in the room at the time and had heard what I was thinking. I remember that conversation perfectly.

He had taken me outside and we had run to the cottage so as not to be overheard.

"How long have you been thinking this?" he had asked me kindly.

"Always," I told him, looking at the ground.

"Did your mother ever tell you what exactly happened?"

"No, all I know is that he was in love with her." So he launched into the story.

"When Bella first came to Forks, Jacob immediately developed a crush on her. He tried to push it to the back of his mind, but no matter what he couldn't stop thinking about her. When- when I left her, it broke her-"

"Then why did you leave her?" I asked a little angrily.

"Well, when I met her, what attracted me most was her scent. Her scent was so potent and intoxicating. I nearly killed her right then and there. But I controlled myself. Suddenly she was all I could think about, too. And I was constantly jealous of all her suitors; Mike, Eric, Taylor, Jacob, etc. The most irritating thing was that I couldn't tell what she was thinking. When she discovered our world, she wasn't frightened. She was curious. And she was in love. It took me a while to realise how much. I always assumed that it was something she could get over; she was human, she could change, forget, move on. That year she was nearly killed, and it was my fault. Introducing her to this world was one of the most dangerous things I could have done. She nearly died, and it was my fault. So I decided that it would be safer for her if I left her be. I told her I didn't want her, that I didn't love her anymore, and she actually believed me-"

"She believed you?"

"At the time she was in the same mindset I was. I was waiting for her to run, kicking and screaming from me, to realise I was a monster-"

"You're not a monster, Dad."

"Thank you, sweetheart. But while I was thinking that, she was waiting for me to realise that she was plain, unordinary, and boring-"

"She's not plain!"

"I knew that, but she didn't. She was subconsciously expecting this and found it easy to believe. The first week she was a wreck. She wouldn't eat or do anything but cry. After that she controlled herself. I've been told she became like a zombie. She went to school, did her homework, cooked dinner, and went to bed. But she still had nightmares, and would wake up screaming. Then she met Jacob. And he helped her. He made her happy, and he fell in love. She wasn't sure of herself yet, wasn't sure she could let me go. Did you know that she used to hear voices too? Whenever she was about to do something dangerous, my voice would come into her head, trying to protect her. She went cliff diving, and Alice saw her and thought she had committed suicide. She hadn't, of course, but she had told Rosalie, who told me. I- I'm not proud of what I tried to do. Once I found out that she was dead I went to Italy. I went to the Volturi and asked them to kill me. They almost did, but Bella came and she stopped me."

"Of course she did." He smiled at that.

"We came back and things went back to normal, with one complication. Jacob. He still loved Bella and hated me. When Victoria was building an army, the werewolves-"

"Shape shifters," I interrupted again.

"Yes, the shape-shifters offered to help. Victoria had killed on their land, and they wanted revenge. Jacob... well he kind of blackmailed Bella into kissing him, and she realised that she was in love with him too, although not as much as with me."

"How is this meant to reassure me?"

"I'm getting there. So things took a turn for the worst. Jacob ran away when he realised that Bella was marrying me, but came back for the wedding. Then he ran away again when he realised that she planned to have a 'proper honeymoon' with me." He coughed uneasily. "Anyway, then she became pregnant with you," he smiled fondly, "I worried it would kill her, but she wasn't going to die and she knew it. She wasn't going to go through with it human though. As soon as Jacob saw you... well you know the theory of imprinting. Bella had always thought that Jacob was meant to be part of her family, and she accepted him faster than I did. Jacob's exact words to her when she met you were: 'Do you remember how much you wanted me around three days ago? How hard it was to be apart from each other? That's gone for you now, isn't it? That was her, from the very beginning. We had to be together, even then.' You see, darling? It was all you. He never loved Bella, truly. He loved you even before he knew you."

I reached up and showed him an image of Jacob and Mom, laughing and smiling; it was tinged with jealousy.

"Ah, darling, you're seeing what you want to see. When everyone else looks at that image they see two best friends. And trust me, I've looked in Jacob's mind, and that's all Bella is and ever will be to him: a friend."

"But you haven't looked into Mom's mind, have you?"

"Yes, I have."

"You have?"

"She lets me sometimes. Besides, I've looked into Jasper's and he knows what your mother is feeling."

I finally admitted defeat, and since then I hadn't been jealous of them once.

"Nessie," Jacob whispered huskily in my ear, "we have to go in now. We have to learn Spanish for when we visit Isle Esme." I gasped at that. Isle Esme had been where my parents had gone on their honeymoon.

"They speak Portuguese there." I choked out. He pulled me into the class by the hand, chuckling, and we went through the introductions all over again.

***

I walked happily through the cafeteria line, grabbing food at random. My Dad narrowed his eyes at me as I sat down and I hurriedly began thinking of my Biology lesson over and over, focusing on what the teacher was saying.

My mother looked from Edward to me, and then suddenly he narrowed his eyes at her. She gave him a what are you gonna do about it? look and he grimaced and looked away. I smiled gratefully at her. She had been doing this a lot for me lately. As soon as Mom and Dad had given me and Jacob the OK, I hadn't been able to stop thinking about him, so Mom had taken up protecting my thoughts so as to protect me and Jacob from Dad and Dad from himself.

We all sat, looking around at various placing. I touched each of their faces, two by two, showing them how much I had enjoyed my first two lessons, when suddenly a young boy came up to our table, looking shyly at his feet. Dad grimaced again, and I started to worry that school may not be the right place for him.

"Hi." The boy spoke very softly, as if he didn't truly want to be heard. "I have a note for Nessie Cullen." He held it up, showing us all.

"Oh, um-" I stuttered, not knowing how to reply, "who's it from?"

"Joshua Greaves." Mine and Jacob's eyes widened, and Dad whispered something to Mom so fast; the small boy wouldn't have been able to here or see anything.

"Show me," was all he said, and I knew that he was reading my memory of Joshua. Or, if he had already done that, possibly looking for Joshua himself. His eyes flashed and I sensed danger.

All this happened in a single second.

"I'll take it," I said, reaching out for it.

"No, he wants me to read it out to you," he cleared his throat and began, "'Nessie, would you please do us the honour of joining our table? Send word back with Lachlan. Regards, Joshua.'" The boy, Lachlan, waited anxiously for me to speak. I deliberated; I knew that my parents would rather I stayed with them, as would Jacob. I would rather stay with Jacob (Dad flinched at this). Emmett wouldn't have cared, and I think Alice would have been supportive. Rosalie would probably think it a dull option and Jasper could be thinking anything. But I didn't want to be here just for a cover. I wanted to go to school, and have friends and be normal. Making up my mind I looked up, noticing that Dad was glaring at me.

"Tell him that I would love to, but I'm bringing Jacob along with me."

"Um…" Lachlan eyes slowly travelled to Jacob and his brow furrowed, "I don't know if…" He gulped and spoke again, "OK. That's OK. Come with me."

We stood up and followed him across the room to Joshua's table. It was a mix of girls and boys, but the thing they all seemed to have in common was that they were all attractive. Not like my family; we were surreal. These kids were beautiful like human's are meant to be beautiful; normally. I looked up and Jacob and gave him a reassuring smile. He smiled back instantly, without meaning to.

"Hi, Nessie." Joshua enthused, "Oh, I see you brought your… Jacob." Did he not want to say boyfriend? "Sit, sit."

I sat down next to the girl, Chloe, who had been behind me this morning. She faked a smile.

"Hi. Sorry I didn't introduce myself in Biology," she faked another grin, "I'm Chloe Daniells."

"Hi," I said in my natural sing-song voice, "I'm Nessie Cullen, this is Jacob Black." Chloe's eyes moved from my face to Jacob's and her eyes lit up. She gave him a genuinely warm smile and batted her lashes, something which I found incredibly amusing. Jacob sat down close next to me, one arm around my waist as usual. Chloe did not seem to like this.

"Aren't you two cousins?" she blurted out.

Jacob laughed his bark-like laugh. "No, we're not. Her great aunt and uncle adopted me after I ran away from home, but we are in no way related."

"Thank god." I murmured so quietly, only he could hear me.

Chloe looked at me objectively and then suddenly smiled knowingly.

"Nessie, this is Jack Cage," she pointed to the guy in front of me, who smiled politely. "He's a junior." He was easily the most beautiful one there, and there was something so… trustworthy about him. Instinctively, I beamed back.

"Edward, Bella and Alice are juniors, too." I replied. When he asked about them I happily launched into the lie.

I spent the majority of lunch speaking to Jack, and occasionally Joshua when he interrupted. Chloe was flirting obviously with Jacob, who seemed to find it funny and was leading her on slightly. I didn't mind; she was no threat, she was just a girl.

When the bell went I stood up and said goodbye to the three I knew. Jacob trailed after me after saying goodbye to Chloe.

"That was fun," I sighed, "I like meeting new people."

"Don't get too attached, Nessie. You know we're only here for three years."

"Only," I scoffed.

That's how it begins, I guess :D

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