Chapter One: Mushroom Ravioli

Journal #1

May 4th, 2012

I didn't really care if I wasn't what the other kids were. I knew I was special. I knew I was loved. Not many people of my kind have the courage to say that. Not to say that there are that many people of my kind to begin with. I was half of my father and half of my mother. That was the only thing that made me the same as the rest of the population. The thing is that you wouldn't believe that my parents were two different species at the time that I was conceived. My mother was like every other normal thing on this planet, human. My father was something else; something else entirely to be exact. My father was a vampire. And you say that you're weird. I'm half-vampire, half-human and that's all I'll ever be. I will always be the only one in my family who has a blush. I'm the only one in my family who has a heart pumping blood. I'm the only one that can change from when I was born. I'm the only one that can be different in my family. There is only five of our kind, and I think that might be enough.

When I was born my mom was a human. But, my second time meeting her she was a vampire. In the three days from the first meeting to the second meeting she was transformed into a vampire by my father. Awkward conversation, isn't it?

My mother always says that I have my father's beauty and elegance, whatever that's supposed to mean. My father has always said the exact same thing about me except it was about my mother. If you put me in the middle of my father and mother, we would look like triplets. The only way you could notice who I was, was because of my blush. I love my blush. My father has bronze hair with the face of one of the gods. My mother looks like an angel with her straight brown hair and golden eyes. When she was human, she used to have the muddy brown eyes my grandfather has. Now both my mother and father have the same golden brown eyes when they have eaten and the same black eyes when they haven't. I have everything of my father's except for my eyes. I have my grandfather's muddy brown eyes just like my mom did when she was human. I love my muddy browns.

Anyway, from then on I have grown in the last five years to have the body of a seventeen-year old even though I should be in kindergarten right now. I have the knowledge of a 103 year old who's read books for most of their life. At least, that's what my father says. I'm a very smart five-year old.

My life is now revolved around my eccentric family. I already told you about my mom and dad but I haven't told you about my other family members. First, let's start with the grandparents. Carlisle and Esme, dad's adoptive parents, are the ones I know the most. They live about a mile away with my aunts and uncles in their enormous mansion. (Carlisle's a doctor.) They have always been there for me. Carlisle is my personal physician when I need it. And with the way I am, I need him a lot. Esme is the one that loves anyone she meets unconditionally. I know that if everyone else in the world hates me, she gonna love me. Then the human grandparents come into the picture. Charlie is the only human grandparent I've known and I love him unconditionally. Mom says that you can count on him for anything and I believe her. He always comes to visit me and when I go to his house I always cook him a big meal that the two of us love to eat together. He's my best friend. Renee is the only grandparent I've never met. I don't even think she knows that I exist. Mom only talks to her on the phone. She hasn't seen Renee since the day she married Edward and was whisked away on their honeymoon. I really hope I get to meet her someday.

My aunts and uncles are another story. Alice, my dad's sister/best friend, is the only one that my mother, father, and I can compare to fully. All of us have special powers. Mom has a mental shield. Dad can read minds. Alice can see the future. And I can tell people what I'm thinking about by touching them. My power is like the opposite of my dad's. Yeah, we love her quirkiness and joyfulness every day of the week. Jasper, Alice's husband, is also in our little group of powers. He can manipulate the emotions of others around him. It's actually kind of cool. He's the one who makes my dad calm every time I break my leg. Rosalie, the beauty of the family, is the coolest. She takes care of me like the little sister she never had, most likely because she never had a little sister. And last but certainly not least, Emmett, my favorite uncle; just don't tell that to Jasper. Emmett is my big, round teddy bear. I love it every time he wrestles me. I win every time but I think that's because he lets me. But, I don't know, he might just let me just because I'm the only niece he's ever going to have… ever.

Another family member isn't technically part of my family. His name is Jacob and he's a werewolf. My werewolf big brother, it's actually kind of cool when you think about it. He's not my brother genetically but in my heart he is. He's been withmy family ever since I was born. He was the third person to carry me after I was born. I remember seeing him and from there on I've never went a day without seeing him. My family gets a little frustrated but I think it's awesome for the mortal enemy of the vampire to hang around with a group of them all day. It's really brave. I will, forever and always, love my Jake. -Renesmee

I finished up my journal entry just in time for dinner. My dinner, at least. Dad was making my favorite, Mushroom Ravioli. I don't know why but there was a reason Dad liked making it for me so much.

"How's your journal coming?" Dad said curiously as he set my food on the table.

"Fine, how's cooking?" I replied with my mouth half-full of food.

"Bearable. You do know that your mother had this on our first date up in Port Angeles."

"You're kidding me, seriously?"

I was bewildered by the fact my mother had ate this meal when she was still human. The thought was actually kind of cool. I was the only one in the family, besides Jacob, that could actually eat human food. I didn't like it as much as blood but my dad made me eats it at least twice a week. Mom had no say in that decision.

"Journals are good for memory keeping. That's what I've been writing in my journal for the past one hundred years. And whenever I was human, my mother encouraged me to write as much as I could before I could be picked to go into the Army. She didn't want me to forget my past life. She used to say "Edward Anthony, you better write in that journal or else you're going to forget everything when you come back from the war. You have to tell your grandchildren your story someday." He looked down saddened.

Dad always got kind of sad when he thought about his mother. He'd always wanted to bring her back somehow. He'd always wanted to bring back Elizabeth Masen. There was just no possible way of doing it.

"Well, Edward Anthony Masen Cullen" I said in my most adult voice, "I'm done with my human food for the week, may we go out now?

"Yes you may, Renesmee Carlie Cullen, follow me." Dad said as if he was trying to hide something.

Jacob had been gone for a while. He had gone up to Seattle with Leah and Seth to meet some other tribe of werewolves. I had volunteered to come along, but he didn't want a half-vampire to be there if they got into some kind of fight. I would have put money on Jake, Leah and Seth in that fight. Jake had always been protective of me and I didn't know why. I'd asked my dad a million times and he said "It's complicated." He said everything was complicated. I'm like my dad in so many ways. I'd asked Mom too and she had said the same thing. Apparently, everything in this family is complicated.

We finally arrived at our little cottage in the woods when I noticed that something was different about the house. It looked… weird. It was as if someone had changed it. I immediately guessed. I knew what was wrong with the house.

"Why is the house bigger?" I asked Dad before he could say anything.

"We're going through a little renovation." Dad said slowly as if I wasn't going to understand.

"Renovation? What kind of renovation?" I stared skeptically at the house as I said this as if I were protecting it or something.

"Your mother and I have been thinking and we think that it's time that you had a little more space. You're growing at a rapid pace and I'm not sure you'll even fit through the door. We're doing this for you."

Dad had a point. I was growing an inch every two or three weeks and I only wore any article of clothing for a day before I grew out of it. I was almost as tall as Dad after I turned five, and that was eight months ago. I was wondering where Mom was after all this time. I hadn't seen her all day, and that was rare. Something big must have been going on.

"Is Mom in there?"

I doubt she would be. Mom's not really a construction kind of person. As a matter of fact, nobody in our family is, except for Emmett. Now I knew who was doing all the handy work.

"Emmett! Uncle Emmett!" He didn't answer. "Emmett. You better come out here or I'm going to start speaking all kinds of different languages."

Emmett hated it when I started speaking languages other that English. It was the only one he knew other than Italian. But every vampire knew Italian.

"Emm-." I stopped short when I realized it wasn't Emmett. A tall dark figure came out from the shadows. The black hair that trailed it immediately gave me a heart pumping sensation.

"Jake!" I shouted with all my might.

"Nessie! How've you been?" He sounded like he needed to tell me something, just like Edward. Something was seriously wrong with these people today. That was never a good thing in this family. His face was full of worry.

"What's wrong, Jake. Did I do something wrong?"

"No, no, it wasn't you. It was me. I did something wrong a long time ago and I've - we've never told you."

He looked at my father like he confided in him. Everyone confided in my father, everyone. This wasn't going to be good news on my part.

I could feel the Mushroom Ravioli coming up again.