My eyes opened to complete darkness. I wasn't sure what time it was. If I had to guess, I'd say it was two or three in the morning. I could tell since I heard Mom and Dad in their room. I contemplated going in their room and seeing them, but I didn't want to disturb them. Night time was their only time alone, away from the rest of the family and me.

So I decided to stay where I was, in my room contemplating my dream… no that wasn't the right word... nightmare maybe? No, that wasn't it because it wasn't something imaginary. It was real, it had happened. I figured now was the time to think about it because Dad was focused on something other than reading my thoughts. I knew he hated it when I thought about that day in the meadow with the Volturi and my family's near death experience. My dad hated when I thought about that day almost as much as he hated when I thought about Jacob, my Jacob.

I was that age now. In reality I was only six and a half, but I looked sixteen or seventeen
years. I also thought like one, as much as my dad loathed it. I saw Jacob as more than just a friend or a protector now. I saw him as a.... well, as a lover.

My Dad flipped when he found out I was in love with Jake. I thought he would rip my head off, but instead, he just grounded me for over a month and said Jacob couldn't come over. I got over that because I knew Jacob thought of me the same, and that thrilled me!

But even thinking of Jacob couldn't shake the way I was feeling. This wasn't
the first time I had woken from this dream. In fact, I have woken up from this dream every night for the past three weeks. But tonight, I just couldn't shake it. It was so vivid, as if I was there again. I felt as frightened as I had felt when Aro was deciding whether or not to let my family live. I felt as fearful and sad as I did when my Mom had placed me on Jacob's shoulders to run.

I shuddered. Thinking about this wasn't helping.

"NO Edward! She is starting school and that's final!"

That would be my mother. This was the first time I had heard my parents speak. I must have missed the first part of the conversation, but I didn't need an introduction to I know what they were talking about.

"Bella come on," my father pleaded.

"NO, we have HAD this conversation"

They argue about this quite often nowadays. I was finally going to
start school. Ugh. That was worse than thinking about the Volturi. This was where my Dad and I finally agreed. I didn't want to start school just as much as he didn't want me to go either. It was just a scary concept that I had hoped to avoid for at least for the next couple of years.

"Bella she doesn't want to even go!"

"That's not up to her is it? It's up to us! As her parents!"

"Fine, then I have decided I don't want her to go" my father retorted.

I bet Mom was rolling her eyes at him. "Edward what is this about? Is it honestly that big of a deal? It's just school, and we will be there! She is old enough now."

"No, Bella, it is not just school. She has just grown up so fast. A couple days ago, I
heard Jacob thinking about doing "stuff" with Nessie. She isn't even seven yet!"

So that was why he had been growling at Jacob all the time.

"I know Edward. I want her to stay our baby too."

I heard them moving around. Mom must have climbed into Dad's arms.

He sighed. "It feels like yesterday she just wanted to sit on my lap and play the piano with me."

I heard them chuckle, and I knew the look that would be in their eyes and the
smile that would be on their faces. Maybe it was time to get up, just to let
them know I was awake…

I finally gave in a looked at the clock. Looks like I had been wrong. It was close to five am.
. I slid out of bed and went to my closet. I pulled on a pair of jeans and purple V-neck top that showed the rise of my full rack. I easily filled out a C-cup, which had only happened recently. Dad would just love that. He hated to see me in anything that made me look more grown up than I was. I couldn't deny that I was happy when I woke up to find that I no longer had a flat chest. I basically got my boobs over night. I could have knocked my normally statuesque Dad over with a
feather that day. I let out a small giggle, opened the door to my room and walked out.

My parents' room was two doors down from mine. They wanted to be able to hear me if I snuck out. I walked up to the door and poked my head in.

"Oh, good morning Nessie," my mom said with a smile.

"Morning," I yawned. "I thought I would just tell you that I was awake and going over to Grandpa and Grandma's house."

She nodded. "Ok sweetheart we will be over shortly."

I gave them both a hug and walked out. I was glad that I wouldn't be around for the rest of that conversation. Maybe Jacob and I could go hunting and have some alone time.
Hmmmm.....

"Don't even think about it, Renesmee Cullen!" my dad shouted from his room.

I hated that he could hear my thoughts. Oh well, he was just going to have to get over it. I was growing up and it wasn't my fault he eavesdropped on my thoughts or that I was madly in love with Jacob. I was allowed to think what I wanted, which was mostly Jacob.

When I reached the door of the cabin I started to run.