I do not own Twilight or any characters or Forks or anything related to the brilliant works of Stephanie Meyer.

This is my first fanfiction. Please be gentle

Chapter 1

I roll over facing the window. It's twilight. Tomorrow is the beginning of a new school year at Forks High. I sigh as the inward anxiety creeps into my too still body. Inhaling slow deliberate breaths, I try to remind myself I survived a transfer to a new school and my freshman year. Survived being the optimal word. I didn't do well with the move and my behavior was a direct correlation with that struggle. When I say "I survived", I mean I'm lucky Mom and Dad didn't lock me in the basement.

My family of six, two parents and four adopted system kids, moved to Forks last year. My dad, Carlisle, worked as a surgeon at Vanderbilt Hospital in Nashville. After a six year old died due to complications from an open heart surgery he performed, my mother, Esme, convinced him to move to Washington. During a medical conference in Seattle one year, Dad and Mom drove through Washington and found this horrid little town. Esme fell in love immediately upon arrival, so it's no surprise we ended up here. She hates for me to use her first name. I have no issue calling her, "Mom", except when I am upset. Forks more than welcomed Carlisle into their hospital and quick clinic.

I roll over on my back staring at the ceiling. I hate this place. I miss the warm summers, the unpredictable winters and even the sticky, southern, frizzy hair humidity. I am originally from a small town just outside of Chattanooga, TN. My biological parents overdosed when I was five leaving me in the system until I was adopted at six. I was the last of my siblings to be adopted. Emmett, although the oldest and a senior, was adopted a year after Edward when he was nine. Edward and Alice are both juniors this year. Mom and Dad adopted Alice when she was two leaving her no memory of her family before the Cullens. Edward, originally from Chicago, came to be a Cullen at the age of seven. All four of us were fostered by the Cullens and then adopted. I've asked why. Their response was something along the lines of "not wanting to bring children into the world when so many were already in need."

Usually, I was a great kid. I have a later birthday in August and was barely five when I started kindergarten. Then, two weeks into first grade, I tested impressively high in the preliminary exams given each year to analyze yearly progression. I skipped to the second grade. I am a tiny 14 year old going into my sophomore year. This means I will graduate at 16, turn 17 in August and then hopefully head off to college far away. It means, I won't have a learner's permit until I'm a junior and my real license until I'm a senior. My life is fun.

I sigh and face the window again. As if mocking my mood, the rain began its familiar path down the glass. I let out a huff and close my eyes.

"Thanks Esme." I say as I plop down at the breakfast table. Esme frowned at the use of her first name.

"Renesmee," Dad chides me with my full first name, "you know that upsets your mother."

"Sorry." I'm not sorry. I begin eating the waffles covered in blueberries, pecans, butter and syrup when Emmett barges through the kitchen. He pumps his hands in the air at the site of Esme's masterpiece.

"Thanks, mom." Emmett says as he lands a kiss on her cheek. Suck up. Alice waltzes in with Edward on her six. Alice far too bubbly and Edward with a look of boredom take their seats to eat. I should be more grateful. Esme cooks breakfast and dinner every day Carlisle doesn't take us out.

"Right, Nessie?" Alice implores as I look up annoyed. She talks too much in the mornings and I typically ignore her until she demands my attention. "Oh goody. Grumpy Nessie is back again for the school year. Didn't see that one coming."

I roll my eyes at the snarky little pixie and Emmett begins in on me as well. "I don't know why you hate school so much. You're a freaking genius. If I was half as smart as you, I'd go just to show up everyone."

"Leave her alone." Edward grumbles as he takes another bite. I smile at him. He is protective of both Alice and especially me. He helped me adjust to being a part of his family. I had been in three foster families before the Cullens. He is probably the reason Esme and Carlisle didn't ground me for life last school year.

"Anyway, Jasper says that Rosalie mentioned a new girl in town!" Alice continues as if nothing happened. Jasper and Rosalie are the Hale twins and are dating Alice and Emmett. "Apparently, she's chief Swan's daughter."

We all look at her expecting more information, "that's all I know!" she exclaims defensively.

"Be sure to reach out to her. You were the new kids last year." Esme encourages.

"I think you kids need to head out to school." Carlisle reminds us while still reading the morning paper.

I trudge upstairs to grab my bag while Alice yells something to me about not making them late again. I don't care. I want to be at this place as much as I want my foot shot off. All the others made friends easily last year. I didn't. I am a socially stunted geek who is "too young" to be noticed by the opposite gender.

"Renesmee!" I hear a chorus of voices downstairs hurrying me along.

Carlisle cleared his throat in my bedroom doorway as I slowly and mournfully grabbed my things. I sigh again and turn to face him. "Let's not have another repeat of last year, Ok?" he asks almost pleadingly.

I nod once and hear the door slam. He points his head in the direction of the door downstairs silently telling me to go.

"Hey Dad." Edward arrives in the doorway. "Renesmee, I thought you and I could ride together. Ready?" I swear he can read my mind.

Thanks. I mouthed as I pass Carlisle.

I close my eyes at the familiar sound of Edwards Volvo driving down the wet roads. "Thanks again."

He smiles again, "You know, Emmett has a good point."

"Not you too" I groan and wipe my hands over my face.

Edward laughs and shakes his head. "Maybe this year will be different for you. We just want you to be happy. That includes Alice." He chuckles at my grimace.

"It's not the studies I hate about school. It's the people. I missed a year of growing up with people my age. Plus, who wants to be friends with the freakishly smart girl."

"Rosalie adores you. She thinks of you like the little sister she never had." He reminds me as we pull into a parking space at Forks High.

I blow out a deep breath. "Here we go."