Disclaimer: I do not own anything to do with the Twilight Sagas, they are the property of Stephenie Meyer. I only own my own imagination.

Roni's POV:

I walked softly into the kitchen, I had had another restless night. I wished I could actually sleep. Auntie Hazel even had me bathe in herbs that were suppose to relax me. They helped some, but not much. School was hell, so Auntie took me out and let me home school myself. I actually think I was learning more this way. I read lots of history books, did math when I cooked, and studied nature for my science. I was much happier not having to deal with my peers. The other girls just made fun of me, I guess I did dress strange, but it was comfortable. My obsession with wearing long skirts and peasant tops, with sparkly flip-flops, made me the laugh of the school. I smiled at my Auntie, cause she wore basically the same thing. Only she liked her feet bare.

Tomorrow I would be sixteen, my Auntie had been in her attic for hours, not allowing me to enter. She most likely was looking for a present for me. I loved her kinds of presents though. They meant so much more to me then something bought at a store. I had received several of her special presents, many of them were priceless family heirlooms. Auntie liked me, she liked me more then she like her cats, which was something in itself. Cause she adored her kitties. I couldn't blame her though, I love animals myself. I especially like her big black tom cat, named Joe. Joe was very easy to talk to.

Finally I heard Auntie Hazel climb down the stairs. She was being mysterious. I laughed every time she played at being magical or mysterious. She had some customers that came over for tarot readings and some that came for her love potions. No one ever seemed to regret their decision to come and see Madam Hazel though. Most generally they left smiling. Some of them absolutely giddy.

To me Auntie was just that, my sweet, loveable Auntie. I decided to go to my room and read my copy of Eclipse again. It was my favorite of the four Twilight Saga books. I loved both Seth and Embry. They were like the most perfect people in the world to me, even if they were fiction. I climbed the stairs counting them as usual and then turning around in a counter clockwise circle at the top. I don't know why I do it, I just started doing it when I first came to live with Auntie. Auntie told me it was because I knew I was special. That I was making climbing the stairs unique for me. I so loved Auntie, she never put me down. So unlike my parents had been, I hadn't seen my parents for eleven years, occasionally they would send a post card from some far away place. I didn't care, I knew they didn't want me. When they had had Amy I became a throw away. Amy Anne was perfect, blonde hair blue eyes peaches and skin. I on the other hand had my Auntie's simple brown hair and grey eyes and pale beige skin. Amy turned heads and that is what Nancy and Gerald wanted, they were both blonde with blue eyes, even though my mom's blonde hair came from the inside of a salon. But what did it matter, Auntie was my life, she was my sanctuary. My only worry was that she was not getting any younger. She was already in her sixties. I worried constantly that I would lose her. Yet she was still so bouncy and happy. I finally entered my bedroom and laid on my bed with my favorite book. I began reading and soon fell into a wonderful dream where I was the center of Embry and Seth's attentions. I woke the next morning to the sounds of Gnarls Barkley's song Crazy playing loudly from the first floor.

I remember when, I remember, I remember when I lost my mind
There was something so pleasant about that phase.
Even your emotions had an echo
In so much space

And when you're out there
Without care,
Yeah, I was out of touch
But it wasn't because I didn't know enough
I just knew too much

Does that make me crazy
Does that make me crazy
Does that make me crazy
Probably

And I hope that you are having the time of your life
But think twice, that's my only advice
Come on now, who do you, who do you, who do you, who do you think you are,
Ha ha ha bless your soul
You really think you're in control

Well, I think you're crazy
I think you're crazy
I think you're crazy
Just like me

My heroes had the heart to lose their lives out on a limb
And all I remember is thinking, I want to be like them
Ever since I was little, ever since I was little it looked like fun
And it's no coincidence I've come
And I can die when I'm done

Maybe I'm crazy
Maybe you're crazy
Maybe we're crazy
Probably

I loved waking up to this song. It really sounded like Auntie and me. Because I knew we were crazy, but in good, gentle way. Yet I wouldn't want to be any different.