This is my first Twilight Fan Fiction, i hope its not too much to read. Constructive critisism is welcome, please give your views after reading. Enjoy!!

Disclaimer; i do not own any part of the Twilight Saga, although i can only wish i did.

PREFACE

I've always been intelligent. Since I was a child –still am a child, technically- I've known I was much more intelligent than your average human. But I wasn't completely human. I was also part vampire, thanks to my seventeen-going-on-one hundred and fourteen year old father.

My parents believed I was intelligent, and I knew they were right. But that didn't stop me getting mixed up with the wrong crowd. I've fallen into a trap, and I didn't even notice. I should have recognised the signs, but I didn't.

You've probably heard my parent's story. Now, you get to hear mine.

My name is Renesmee Carlie Cullen. And I'm in deep trouble…

Chapter 1

Another New School

It's 2015, and I'm seven years old, although I don't feel it, and definitely don't look it. My physical appearance is that of a seventeen year old girl. I've started a new school, Charlton High School, because we've had to move. Again.

I've lost track of the schools I've been to, moving from one part of the world to another, it all gets a little confusing. My family and I can't stay in one place for too long, as none of them age so the neighbours would get suspicious, and my drastic growth spurt will soon be coming to an end; just a few more weeks left as the process slows down.

It's my first day at school, and already I've made quite an impression. My so-called 'stunning' looks has got the attention of every testosterone-filled guy in the school, and therefore every girl hates me ("they're just jealous" is the answer my aunt Rosalie always gives). I look in the mirror, but I still don't see it. My mom said I was too modest.

Charlton High is a small school in England somewhere; I've given up on taking the names down. It's the classic looking, tall built, stained-glass windowed, antique type of building, where you expect everyone to be taking a class in eating scones and drinking herbal tea. However, I know better than to judge a book by its cover. I've seen better high schools, (the little French school in Paris was the best so far) but I've also seen worse. This one would do just nicely.

I had English first, so I headed to my class, timetable in one hand, day planner in another. I'd already memorised the campus map from the reception.

Mrs. Beecham, a tall white haired woman with olive coloured skin and shining blue eyes showed me to my seat. Thankfully, I had a seat on my own. I gathered my pen and paper from my bag and tried to hide my face with my hair as I felt at least a dozen pairs of eyes burning into my already hot, and now flushed skin. Mrs. Beecham read through the list of names in front of her, checking off everyone who was present.

"Uh..Ren-iss-meee? Run-as-my?" Mrs. Beecham struggled with my name, like so many before her.

"J-Just Nessie" I said in a faint voice, almost a whisper. And predictably, the class sniggered at my choice of a shortened name. I didn't like my full name much; it was a bit of a mouthful, although pronounced in a French accent made it sound so elegant and graceful. Something I was not. My mother's choice of names was a little humorous, to everyone but her. Why couldn't I have a simple name, like Kate or Lucy?

"Well…Um, Nessie...We are studying the work of John Steinbeck; I have a copy here for you…" She walked to my desk and handed me a copy of 'Of Mice and Men'. Great. I already have four copies, what's another one to my collection?

Mrs. Beecham assigned different students to different paragraphs, while I drowned out their voices. Unfortunately, I could not drown out their heartbeats, pumping fresh crimson blood around their bodies, the pulses that formed under each and every wrist in the room, the soft thud on their necks, the smell of their pure blood, their perfect essence...

The bell rang and woke me from my daydream. Now and again, I'd think of what it would be like to taste human blood. I had tasted it, quite some time ago, whilst still in the womb of my then human mother. It tasted so rich and perfect, like silk against my dainty skin. But every time I thought of human blood, my father's disapproving face would pop into my head. Sometimes I thought he lingered close by, and some sort of sixth sense would recognise his presence. Good thing I suppose, wouldn't want to disgrace the family name, now would I? What with us being 'vegetarians' and all…

The day continued in a haze, from English was history (not the truthful history, I noticed; the bubonic plague caused by rodents and fleas? I don't think so…Savage vampires were the problem. "Just a small session in a rehab clinic would have sorted that out" Alice once told me, though I supposed they didn't actually have rehab clinics in those days.) From history was lunch, thankfully, as I noticed my stomach was growling in a very unlady-like manner, though no one but me noticed. Unfortunately, I did not have the pleasure of finding an animal-blood smoothie on the menu, so chicken and salad sandwiches were almost the next best thing. From lunch was math, (what a bore! Some teacher –I didn't take note of the name- speaking in a one tone voice almost drove me to insanity!) And from math was a small fifteen minute break. From break –where I spent my time checking out the huge library, although my family's was bigger, I noted- I then had science, covering something about electrical circuits that I'd done a thousand times.

Thankful that the day was over, I headed out of the main doors to exchange the stuffy inside air for a fresher, woody smell of the surrounding trees outside. I smiled as I inhaled as much as I could of the British air. The afternoon had turned to a dull grey, and black clouds filled the sky, as the first droplets of rain started to fall. I searched my surroundings and found the silver Volvo waiting in the middle of the car park. My dad got out the car and waved to me. He was in his usual black jeans and white shirt. After him, my mother got out, she was also dressed in her casual jeans and t-shirt; though they both managed to pull the look off perfectly. To my surprise, Alice also got out the car, and came running towards me, and pulled me into a huge bear hug.

"How was your day? Did you have fun? Have you made any friends? Are there any nice boys here?" Alice bombarded me with questions, as we walked back to the car. I smiled at her, but didn't answer her questions. As we got back to the car, my mother and father also gave me hugs, as my cheeks flashed a bright red, and once again I found myself covering my face with my hair. Both asked the same questions as Alice, but I answered with a simple "my day was good" and clambered into the Volvo. I noticed as I got in that the girls at school were staring at my dad, their eyes glistened at every inch of his body, and some tried to get his attention. The boys were the same with my mother and Alice, every student drooling over their perfect beauty. My cheeks got hotter –I didn't think that was possible- and I slammed my door shut.

"Can we go now please?" I growled. It wasn't much fun watching your fellow classmates trying to hit on your parents. Again for the umpteenth time, I would have to lie to my classmates explaining that my parents –who were seventeen and eighteen- were actually my brother and sister, as were my aunts Alice and Rosalie, and my uncles Jasper and Emmett, and that my grandparents Carlisle and Esme, were actually my adoptive parents. It was best not to mention that I had a werewolf as a bodyguard, and that everyone in my house are vampires.

I don't think I could find a more dysfunctional family if I tried.

I hope you enjoyed reading this chapter, it is the first of many more to come!! Please review, thanks!

Steph x