Hello there!

Important, so please read the following:

1 - I have super duper enhanced Renesmee Cullen's age. I played around with it, so that technically she is 7 years old but has the mind and the body of a 15 year old. I have no idea how old she had gotten when the book ended, so lets just leave it at that :)

2 - The main character's name is Rosie Shields (you don't figure that out until later on).

3 - while this IS Paul/Rosie centric, the Cullens will have a prominent role.

4 - I really hope you like this, and chapters will be MUCH longer. I'll have the prologue up for a day, see the response (eh) and then start posting.

Wow, that was a bit much. Anyways, please enjoy. If you hate this, leave a review saying "I like purple dinosaurs". If you like this, leave a review saying that you like it :)

I love me some criticism!

"Those who are dead are not dead; they're just living in my head. Time is so short and I'm sure they're must be something more…"

– From "42" by Coldplay

There is something to be said about living a lonely existence. First of all, there is no one to disagree with you whenever they feel the initiative to do so, no one to point out your faults or break your valuables. Second of all, loneliness is only felt by the ones who have someone to miss. Of course, there are the downsides. Like how there is no one to be smothering you when you're feeling alone. There is no one to be so continuously at your side that when they are gone you actually get to feel lonely in the first place. There is no one to teach you that loneliness can ruin a person. No one is there to laugh at your lame jokes or tell any of their own.

I believe firmly that this is why I approached the girl sitting at the barren lunch table at my new school – Forks High, named after the small town itself. She was magnificently beautiful and I imagine that it was this beauty that artists so tirelessly tried to reach and convey in their art. And I did not dismiss that while her loneliness was well apparent; her lips seemed to rest naturally into a smile – as if they could never frown.

I had, by myself, entered the rowdy cafeteria to find her this very way, her food going untouched. It must have been my own loneliness that made me subconsciously spy her from the opposite side of the bland room. I had brought my own lunch – a simple ham sandwich and a bag of my favorite purple grapes. Since I was a child I had always thought that the innocent and lonely purple grapes had gone widely unappreciated. In fact, I would consider myself somewhat of a purple grape along with the girl sitting in solitude. And all around us were big, green and more popular grapes – which, from what I have learned, are a bit sour.

Of course the green grapes' beauty didn't quite stand a chance against the girl's.

As I quickly swept the room, the internal argument wasn't whether I would risk sitting with her, but if I would risk not doing so. The students of the small school were currently sizing me up, studying me like people in lab coats testing a helpless rat.

Though I would have to say that I would much rather consider myself a mouse – they just seem… cleaner, and cuter.

My fingertips clutched my paper sack, light with its simple lunch, as my feet dragged themselves across the linoleum. I felt the curiosity in the stares from my peers surrounding me. Where would the new girl choose to sit?

Would it be with the unremarkable basketball players in their small letter jackets? It seems not.

Or could it be she will sit with the devoted students studying their textbooks with their noses? Nope – not a second glance.

And then there was the rest of the population, all seeming to have broken up into their own subcategories of normality. I had no doubt that their interest piqued continuously with every table I passed. This interest grew along with their suspicion. Maybe… just maybe… she'll sit with the purple grape in the back…

There was a wave of simultaneous murmurs as I took my seat on the plastic bench across from the girl. I emptied my paper sack carefully and silently, as if I would scare not just her, but myself away if I was too loud. I looked up at her and found that she was miraculously more beautiful from a closer proximity. Her perfect eyebrows rose expectantly when I looked at her.

"I'm not going to avoid the question you know. Because I am most curious as to why you chose to sit across from me." Her voice was like the charming ringing of bells on a Sunday morning and she was simply contrite and mildly curious instead of superior or bothered.

Sitting here was worth it, and I knew it.

"For two particular reasons," I began and then paused, to measure whether or not she actually wanted to hear my reasoning. She merely deepened her intent gaze. "First is because you were smiling and everyone else was staring." She beamed at this and I continued, "Secondly is because you are a purple grape."

Her reaction to my reasoning was worlds better than I had anticipated. I was wrong in thinking she would be perturbed, thinking that the mention of grapes made me crazy. But no, she seemed to be genuinely cheerful and inquiring instead of judgmental.

"Please, enlighten me as to how I am a purple grape…?" She questioned, cocking her head to the side. Introductions came later in the lunch period and we seemed to get along like we'd been friends for years. This was the simple circumstance in which I began my first, and strangely only, friendship with the layered, genuine and indefinable character of Miss Renesmee Cullen.

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Screw it, I'm uploading the first chapter tonight.