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Chapter One: Tradition

I've never considered growing in an immortal body as an option.

Today was a Saturday. September 10th of 2013, to be exact. To the outside world, I was celebrating my seventeenth birthday. To the world of vampires, werewolves (and who knows what else?), it was my seventh.

I sat up, my eyes fluttering open. My deep brown eyes met many pairs of yellow eyes.

"Ugh, give me a break!" I moaned, falling back into my pillow. I stared at the ceiling, ticked off that my family would keep this tradition annually. I couldn't see their expressions, but I could tell that they all had their stone grins in place.

Emmett chuckled, and I could hear him shove Jasper. "Pay up- told you she'd be pissed off."

"… damn..."

I had to laugh. This was so typical- being watched while you sleep on your birthday until 10 am. I got back up to meet eye with my family again.

Sitting next to me, Mom was smiling, pulling me into her cold embrace. "Happy birthday, sweetie."

In a quarter of a second, the entire coven was on surrounding me. If I hadn't been half vampire, I swore I'd be bruised and broken by the time they finished with me. They finally pulled away, and before I knew it, Esme opened her mouth and everyone was singing along.

"Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday dear Nessie, happy birthday to you!" I giggled, and they started to count.

"Are you one? Are you two? Are you three? Are you four-", they chanted, until I interrupted them.

"Wait, why don't you guys ever do this on your birthdays? It's not fair..." I fake pouted.

"Ness, most of us about a hundred years old," said Rosalie, also fake pouting. "And it's almost over anyways."

I rolled my eyes, and waved my hand, a signal for them to go on.

"-are you five? Are you six? Are you seven?"

"Stop!" I yelled. We all laughed. Dad pulled me into his arms, and said to Mom, "Aw, our little Renesmee's growing up." I struggled in his grip, and managed to pull away. "Dwaddy," I whimpered, and then smiled.

Alice turned to me, and said, "You might want to change," gesturing to my tank top and sweat pants (also known as my PJs). She pulled from behind her back a purple dress, which was way too sophisticated for my own personal taste. I thanked her anyway.

"Wow, thanks Alice. It's beautiful," I exclaimed, but it wasn't a lie. It really was beautiful. Alice looked extremely happy hearing my compliment. I think it was because she couldn't see me in her visions liking her gifts.

"Go try it on. We'll be waiting for you downstairs," said Grandpa Carlisle. I eyed my family suspiciously, but nodded. All I got were smiles. Vampire-ic frozen smiles.

Within that second, everyone left the room and I went to change. I couldn't believe that they were so naïve. I could hear Grandma Esme asking in what she thought was a whisper, "Does she know?" to my dad.

Admiring myself in the mirror, I had to admit it that the dress was very flattering on me. I put on my favourite pair of golden flats, because it would look weird to be walking downstairs barefoot in a stunning dress, and I didn't want to wear heels in my own house.

I kind of knew what to expect as I walked out of my room. I turned towards the stairs, sucked in my breath, and prepared myself to walk into another one of Alice's elaborate parties. I walked down at human pace, and I could imagine Rosalie rolling her eyes impatiently.

I reached the foot of the stairs and looked up to face the room. "Oh, my gosh," was all I could say.

The room was packed with all my friends and family. And all their eyes were on me. Even though I was constantly told that I was beautiful, I suddenly felt the usual self-consciousness.

"Surprise!" Everyone yelled. I was genuinely surprised. My mouth fell open. I found my family to the side of all the guests, and smiled. "Thank you," I mouthed. I laughed when I noticed that Alice had a shocked expression on her face when she looked at my feet. To her, a scandal would wearing golden flats with a glamorous dress. Mom ran (at human pace, since my human friends were here too) to my side and hugged me. Although I was aware that my mom was hugging me, to most humans, she was my "sister that I was with when we were adopted by the Cullens". After a few seconds, she let go, and told me to go to my friends.

Making small conversations to the people who I passed by, I finally found my best friends. I spotted Megan first, because of her extremely sparkly outfit, despite her being short. Her hair was let down in loose golden-brown strands, a difference from her usual high ponytail. I didn't need to be a mind-reader to guess that she was imitating my Mom's hairstyle in order to impress my Dad. Megan always gushed over how she dreamed to go out with my "adopted brother", even when I told her that my "sister" Bella Swan was in a serious relationship with Edward Cullen. It's very funny to think that that "a serious relationship" could describe my parents' relationship, but a bit weird knowing my bestie was hitting on my Dad.

"Hey, Nessie!" Megan said cheerfully. "I love your dress! It's new isn't it?" I nodded and smiled. This was the reason why Alice and Megan pretty well. "Oh, look, Zoey and Matthew are here!"

I turned towards the hallway that connected to the front door. Zoey and Matthew walked in holding hands. These two were my favourite normal pair. They were both sweet, smart, and sensitive people that deserved each other. According to Megan, they've been strong since eighth grade.

Mom said that they reminded her of a couple she used to be friends with that got married recently. I felt sympathetic knowing that Mom couldn't go to the wedding since she still looked eighteen years old. My face lit up seeing them happy together.

Zoey and Matthew quickly spotted us and made their way over to where Megan and I were. They said in unison, "Happy birthday!", and hugged me.

"Sorry we're late," Matthew said sheepishly. He held up a bag, and Zoey held up hers. "For you."

"Aw, thanks guys. I'll make sure to open yours first," I said, gratefully taking their gifts and putting it on a table where a mountain of presents were stacked.

I turned back to my friends, and was about to ask them about if they liked the party so far, when I saw them smile at something behind me. Before I could turn back to check, I was grabbed around the waist from behind, and a hand covered my eyes. "Guess who?" sang a husky voice that I automatically recognized.

"Jakey!" I exclaimed. I was a lot happier when Jacob was around. Lately, I've missed him more than usual. I was so glad he could make it, since he was always taking care of Billy, who was getting older. My eyes were uncovered, and I hugged Jacob. I loved how his hugs felt so warm.

"Happy seventeenth," he mumbled into my ear. We pulled apart, but stopped when we met eye to eye. My heart raced and sped to an unusual rate. Jacob nervously smiled awkwardly, and I returned mine to break the weirdness.

In my mind, the rest of the day passed quickly. By the time the party ended at 2:30 pm, I only had brief memories of the day. I remembered cutting a gigantic green-icing cake, and laughing when the werewolves in Jacob's pack took thirds. I remembered saying goodbye to the guests as they left and taking photos with my best friends. I remember helping to take down the decorations, and opening my presents. They were all blurry memories. At night, before I fell asleep, I thought only of my hug with Jacob.

Author's Note: Hey, thanks for reading! This is my first fanfic, and I'll admit it's not perfect, but I hope you like it. I really tried to make the facts accurate, so please tell me if I got something wrong. BTW, in case you don't know, I set this story a little less than 7 years after Breaking Dawn intentionally, so I wouldn't have to worry about Renesmee changing too much. Concerning the issue of where this story is going, Seventeen at Seven is about Renesmee living for the first time as a seventeen year old, and all those things that just happen when you're seventeen. I'm going to try to update every 2-3 days, since I'm the person who likes authors who updates their stories often. I may change my update rate to once everyday, if I recover from writer's block, and if this gets a lot of reviews. I hope you enjoy this story as much as I enjoyed writing this. I really appreciate feedback, so please review! :) Sincerely, Amanda.