CHAPTER 1 – My BIRTHDAY!
Today, I woke up in the sanctuary that is my bedroom. I looked at the clock at the bedside table and rolled on my side, wanting more sleep. My eyelids were closing and closing until my parents burst through the door.
"Happy birthday, Renesmee!" my mother said to me with a grin plastered on her face.
"It... It's my birthday?" I said, feeling so bewildered.
"Of course it is! Don't tell me, you've forgotten your birthday?" my father said, his eyes going slightly wide.
"Uh... No, I just didn't realise how quick it would come by!" I put on a fake smile, and, in my opinion, I think they fell for it.
"Well, we've got presents for you, but we want you to have breakfast first, though." Dad said, much to my disappointment.
I sighed and I replied to them "Okay, wait for me downstairs?"
They both nodded their heads and, in a split second, they were gone. I should be used to it by now, since that's the way I move, but I'm still mesmerized. Before I wasted anymore time, I hopped out of bed and walked at a human speed into the bathroom.
I walked up to the white and glistening sink and, instead of looking in the mirror; I looked at my reflection in the sink, since it's so shiny. I'm sixteen... I thought to myself. It's come by so... Quickly... I cupped my hands under the running tap and water splashed out into my palms. Bringing my hands up, my face got attacked with water. I felt around until my hands found the softness of my towel hanging on the silver rack, and I slammed the towel in my face, not feeling pain, but comfort as I buried my face into the cloud-like feel. I rubbed my face and I turned off the tap before I forgot. I ran to my bedroom and slipped on a stylish ripped black tank top and grey shorts, then I took a quick glance in the mirror and ran downstairs into the kitchen.
I looked at the table to see, in front of my chair, a plate with a stack of 3 pancakes, covered in chocolate syrup and a slice of butter on top. I became ravenous and I gobbled up the pancakes.
"Whoa, slow down will you? We don't want you getting hiccups, mind..." My father said in a teasing tone of disappointment.
I grinned at him and literally shouted "OKAY WHERE ARE MY PRESENTS?!"
"Calm down, calm down!" My mom grinned.
She reached behind her and in her hand now laid a mushy box wrapped up in black wrapping paper patterned in magenta roses. I immediately torn the wrapping paper to find black denim jeans and, underneath it, a black leather jacket with sleeves that came, most probably, down to just under my elbows.
My mouth dropped open in such shock! This is what I needed for my performance! (More info of that later!)
"Y-you... Ah-I..." I managed to stutter.
"Shush, there are a couple more!" My dad said to me.
He handed me an identical wrapped up parcel in the same wrapping paper. I tore this one open to see a white ballet dress. Another thing I really needed for my performance!
My eyes widened. How did they know? Or didn't they? Do they even know about my performance or what?
"I-I-I-I... I don't know what to say!" I said to them, overcome by my shock.
We all grinned and trapped each other in a group hug. We held it as we were lost in thought. My father shivered back into reality.
"Do you want to try them on?" My father asked.
"Yeah sure, but I'm pretty sure they'll fit me." I replied.
I carried my new clothes up to my bedroom. I slipped on the black jeans, perfect fitting. I got into my leather jacket, felt fine. Got into my ballet dress. It frilled down to my knees. In my mind, this sentence was in it... This was all perfect... Just perfect...