"But I don't want to go." I complained into my best friend Jacob's shoulder.
"I know yak don't, Nessie, but the neighbors are starting to talk. Just last month you looked 15 now you could easily pass for 17."
I sighed. One of the bad things about being a half-vampire, half-human was the freakish growth rate. It was something I had to deal with, though it did keep me out of school. This was another reason for me not wanting to move, as soon as we got to New York, I was starting school at Academy.
"Don't worry, Nessie, they'll love you there." Dad said.
It really sucked sometimes when your dad can hear every thought you have.
"How long till we get there?" I asked. After a day in the car, I felt like we would never get there.
"Not long. Maybe 30 minutes, an hour at the most." Mom replied, staring at the copy of Wuthering Heights in front of her.
I turned to look out the window. We were surrounded by Cullen cars on every side. With ours in the middle, which isn't very surprising, my family is to overprotective of me. But I have come to live with it. In the car next to was my Uncle Emmett in his Jeep. He was singing along to whatever newest CD Rose had got him. He turned when he felt my gaze. I stuck my tongue out at him, to which he responded with one of the many faces he always has as a comeback. I laughed.
"Will you two ever act your age?" Mom sighed; she was always telling me and Emmett to grow up
Dad laughed, "Come on Bells. You know Emmett. And Nessie is his favorite niece."
"Doesn't mean she has to act like him." Mom grumbled, knowing Emmett could her.
His booming laugh could be heard even to my hearing. Even though it's not as sharp as everyone else I still have extraordinary senses. I giggled. Jake rolled his eyes.
Even though I have known him for the eight years of my life, he still barely understands vampires. But it was his decision to move here with the rest of my family. And I couldn't stand to be separated from him. He was my best friend. And it was just too painful for him to still live in La push if we moved to New York. My Jacob. That's all he has ever been to me.
"We're here." Dad called pulling into the apartment building.
"We're all going to stay here?" I asked stepping out of the car.
"Carlisle, bought the whole building." My favorite Aunt Alice said appearing out of nowhere at my side.
"Really?!" I asked shocked. I knew we had money but enough to buy a whole building!?! Alice's tinkling laugh answered my question.
"Yes and you even get your very own apartment." My jaw literally hit the floor. As if to answer my silent question Dad came up.
"But our apartment is right down the hall. So no funny business little girl." He laughed ruffling my hair.
"So can I check it out?" I asked excitement momentarily taking over my home sickness. Everyone laughed.
"Come on. I'll take you." Alice said dragging me along. We ran up to the elevator, (an elevator, can you believe it!) and rode up to the seventh floor. Alice explained that everyone had their own floor, but mine and my parents was the only one that still had apartments left in it. Given that my apartment was actually three put together it still was techniqually my own place and that made me excited. When we got to my apartment Alice left me so I could explore on my own. I opened the door and was stunned. The place was huge but at the same times the perfect size for me. As I went from room to room I found the refrigerator stuffed with food and the bathroom overflowing with makeup. I guessed these were presents from Rosalie. I saved my room for last. I entered a room that had light blue ceiling with the darkest blue walls. I had hardwood floors that were red cherry. A single window occupied the space above a queen size bed that was the softest mattress I had ever slept on.
"Thank you, Grandma. It's perfect. " I said knowing that she could hear me even though Alice explained her floor was four below mine. I loved it so much. It was then that I discovered I was super tired. Being half-human made me sleep almost as much as Jacob, who slept more than anyone I had ever met. My usual sleep hours were 9 on a bad day, but most days I could easily put in 11. I wandered back into my living room and discovered that all of my bags had been delivered. On my biggest piece of luggage I found a note.
"Renesmee, we thought you might be tired so we decided to let you sleep. There is a pizza in your oven, some famous New York style. See you tomorrow for your first day of school. Love Mom. P.S. Alice would be hurt for me telling you this but she went overboard, again, on your closet. I would just leave it till tomorrow."
I knew she'd do that. Alice treated me like a guinea pig and bought me all types of weird clothes. I didn't like being her personal Barbie but it made, but it made her happy and I liked to keep my family happy. So I went to grab the pizza out of the kitchen. I pulled out my mom's old holey pj's and carried my load to my room. When I drifted off to sleep, I had my first dream about the witches.