*prologue*
It was a traditional day in Burkwood, Canada.
The clouds filled up the sky with hints of no possibility of sun. I didn't mind though, I was used to it. There were raindrops falling from them now, quickly and steadily. The birds chirped a song so high pitched it hurt my ears, or maybe it was just me. I sat on my window seat dreading the day coming. Nothing ever exciting happens here in Canada. You would think in a town of 534 people something stupid would land at your doorstep. It's not like in the movies.
I hate Burkwood.
Everything about it.
It was the place my parents and I lived, hiding in the dark woods with no intention of going in the sunlight. I'm surprised people actually know who we are. Of course, they only know because of school. The place I shouldn't be going to in about a day. I should be in diapers right are many things in life we don't understand. You don't get to choose who you are. It just doesn't work that way. For example, my family.
People know that we are.... different. So it seems, but they can't make assumptions because, they don't know anything. Take Jaz, a shy, but scared guy. He cannot control his own emotions.
Edward. My father and friend, a wonderful, person with doubt to his future. Bella, my mother and helper, always on the move. Rosalie, one of my best friends and second mother for all intents and purposes. Esme, My grandmother, pretty much the one who loves in the toughest situations. And let me tell you, that's not an easy thing to do. Carlisle, oh man, where do I begin? Because of him I eat solids. Emmett, my supporter, always got my back and I thank him for that. Alice, my stylist, I have this because of her.
And then there's.... Jake.
My best friend, and protector. The one who always cares and enjoys being around me. Something inside me always knows he loves me and I love him. I don't forget that. One bit. This is what I mean. Nothing is normal in my family. It's not something we decided. I didn't choose to be a mutt. I didn't. No. *end of prologue.*
Was it easy to understand what he was telling me?
No.
"Renesmee. Are you even listening to what I'm saying?" My father asked in an aggravated tone. He was hovering over me as I sat at the dining room table.
"Yes." I replied also exasperated. Is there a time when we get along?
"You know I could listen to what your thinking but I don't imagine I want to." He growled.
Teasingly, just to irritate him I was thinking, I miss Jake. Yes, yes I do. I long for Jake…
I heard him grumble under his breath as he hiked out the room, his shoulders slumping walking in a hunchback way. I rolled my eyes continuing to trace patterns on the tabletop.
He doesn't realize that I strictly, openly, love Jacob. I think he's just angry because his daughter actually is fond of someone other than him.
I didn't look up when Esme walked into the room. I hated seeing her after I got in a brawl with Edward. My stomach always plunged and I would give in. The effect on people she has is unmanageable.
"Nessie," She began sitting beside me. I sighed then gazed up.
"Yes Esme?" I replied in a sugary voice. Maybe that would help out. I always admired Esme. How she was is extraordinary. Raising a gang a vampires is most likely hard work.
She exhaled taking my small hand in her chalky colored hand and smiled. "Be easy on your father. He's doing his best. Jacob will be here any moment. Just give it time."
I put my free hand on my chin then grinned back. "Okay Esme."
"Alright." She beamed letting me go. "And uh, one more thing…" She added. "It's the superbowl today, and Emmett will be fanatical and untamed with the boys so if you want to go somewhere else with Jake that would probably be a good idea. Bella will come. I know you don't like racket." She said prepared to walk away. I nodded.
"Sure. If Bells is coming." I agreed. She smirked then ambled to the living room.