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Renesmee POV

I sighed up at the dreary morning sky. It was so rainy in Forks.

I understood why my mom and dad and, well, the rest of my family had to live here. I was just pissed that I had to deal with the cloudy, damp town in Washington, too. See, they were all vampires. And don't worry, it's not like Dracula or anything, they don't spontaneously combust in the sunlight. They just shine. They sort of sparkle, like a diamond you hold up to the sky on a sunny day.

I don't get all glittery and whatnot like those nail polishes Aunt Alice always pressures me into wearing. I just have a sort of faint glow, like those supermodels you always see lounging on the beach all oily and reflective.

Not that I think I'm a super model or anything. I'm half human, half vampire, sure, but that doesn't make me so special.

Well, not really, at least. Shoot. I'm doing the mind-ranting thing again. I hear I get that from my mom.

I smiled up at the gray clouds above me, and Alice turned my way.

"What's so funny over there, Nessie?" Uncle Jasper asked. "You're not planning on playing another prank on Uncle Emmett, now, are you?"

"No, she's not," my aunt chimed, using her ability to know things she shouldn't. She was basically psychic. "But what is making you grin like that?"

"Oh, nothin'. Just thinking about this rainy, Godforsaken place," I said nonchalantly.

"And that would make you smile?" Jasper laughed and then shrugged. I've heard the stories of my motley family time and time again. Jasper was born in the mid 1800s, and Alice around 1900. Their meeting and falling in love had something to do with Alice's visions of the future. I don't really remember the rest. I mean, I'm like 13 years old, who expects me to care about all this stuff?

My aunt and uncle were walking me to the mall in Seattle today (yes, walking, it's good exercise and doesn't take very long for people – creatures? – like us) because the two of them were going shopping for yet another wedding of theirs. I was just along for the new outfits I was bound to end up with, what with Alice 'looking out for me' and all.

Oh yeah, when I said I was thirteen, that wasn't true. Technically I'm 6. But that's not the point. You see, part of me being a sort of demigod (though the god part is debatable, I still believe vamps are pretty far up there) is that I grow and develop really fast. So at heart I'm about a preteen.

"Renesmee, why aren't you wearing that adorable brown leather Gucci jacket I bought for you?" Alice whined playfully, then turned to Jasper. "Edward will be angry."

"What, because she didn't wear a jacket? I really don't think she can get sick," Jasper said, ruffling my hair a bit. God, I hate the hair ruffle.

"I guess I'll have to ask Papa about it when we get back, then!" I ended the topic with a shrug. Everyone's fussing over me like I was five years old (woops, I guess I am!) had gotten old once I started hitting puberty. And it was weird, too. Not just the normal, human changes that happened, but I started noticing that everyone was hiding something from me. Mind you, I've heard all the stories of my parents' struggle for love (probably the edited version) about a thousand times, but I knew that there was something missing. Some piece to the puzzle that everyone else knew, that they purposely kept tucked away.

Which led to the question that'd been mulling about my mind the past week. How and why was Jacob a part of my life? I've known him my whole life, and he's always been there for me, but Uncle Jake isn't really my uncle. Whenever I ask my mom about it, she just gets this odd little smile on her lips and says that he's her greatest friend.

Thinking about how much I loved Uncle Jake and how I could always count on him, I followed my aunt and uncle to the mall.