Prologue
My life is a complete mess.
But, then again, what else could I possibly call it.
Ok, so a lot of girls can say they're lives are pretty messed up. But messed up can have a lot of different meanings.
There's the girls who believe breaking their nails will screw up their lives, or that their boyfriends broke up with them…for the third time that week. The ones who whine when they don't get the cars they want, or the ones who need to visit the mall daily. You know, like those ones you see on MTV's Sweet Sixteen.
Then, there are the ones who have REAL problems, like their parents are divorcing or one of the parents is gone and the others not taking it so well. Or they're boyfriends since middle school decided to cheat on them…With their best friends. Or someone dear to them is planning on committing suicide. Yah, real problems.
And then… There's me. I don't think I fall under either of these characters, since I never have had to deal with these. I don't care about looks or shopping or cars. My parents love each other…Passionately (sometimes I think they're more hopeless then some of the couples in my school), I don't have to worry about friends killing themselves, and my boyfriend…Well, he's another story.
I mean different issues. Ones not many people have to deal with.
Like the fact that I'm a Junior and I'm only eight. And that my parents may have temptations to drink my friends' blood. Oh, plus the fact that if I piss off my boyfriend, he could rip my face apart…And THEN be poisoned by my family's bite, thus creating a stupid war between them and his tribe.
Oh, plus, Mid-Terms are coming up. And I suck at A.P. Bio.
Yeah, different issues.
Oh well, I have all of eternity to try to sort that out… Literally, I have forever.
But hey, that's just me.
Oh, and my name…
Hi, I'm Renesmee Carlie Cullen.