This is my first story in a while. My brother, Matt, and I wrote it together. Oh, and his fiancée helped us out! Please review!!!

Thanks so much!
3Maggie, Matt, and Jenna

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On the first of September, I awoke to the hustle-bustle sounds of our home, and to the light beaming down from the large, surrounding windows that made up the walls of my room. I took a moment to appreciate my short time alone. Today was my first day of high school, and I was sure my mother, my father, my aunts, and my grandmother would be in for some reason or another. I sighed, and fell back onto my bed. My eyes rolled shut. A few more minutes of sleep couldn't be any harm, right?

Much to my disliking, I received only a few more seconds of sleep. My aunt, Alice, was bouncing on my bed.

"Wake up, sleepy head!" She called to me, nudging my side. The actress that I was, I didn't budge. "Renesmee, get up! Do you want to show up to school looking like a slob?" When I breathed a yes, I was shoved playfully in the shoulder. "Oh, Nessie…sometimes I think you are too much like your mother. It doesn't hurt to look good, you know!" I rolled my eyes, but slid out of bed. I pulled my hair up into a messy bun, to keep it out of the way. I glided my slippers onto my feet, and pulled my bathrobe on over my pajamas. I yawned.

Alice grabbed my hands and led me to my closet. My closet was the largest thing in my room, though not by choice. I would have loved a reading nook just for me. But, Alice would never allow that. Appearance was much more important. So, I had made due with a shady tree by the woods. I had laid out a blanket and I always brought out my favourite books. I was thinking about the last time I was out there, reading a favourite book of my mothers, Wuthering Heights. I was lost in the thoughts, but Alice was shoving outfit possibilities at me. So, I was forced to stop my fantasies, and snap into reality.

Alice had narrowed down my options to two. It was my pick, she told me. The first outfit was an ivy green halter with a jean mini skirt. Designer, I was sure. What else? It wasn't like Alice would shop for anything less! The second outfit was Capri jeans with rips at the knees and a hot pink tube top. I had to admit, they were both very nice! After a quick argument with myself, I had to go with the second choice of outfit. "I knew it!" Alice told me. And with her uncanny ability to see the future, I'm sure she did. I laughed, as she left me to change.

Just as I was finished changing, my aunt Rosie came in. Typical, I thought. Just typical. As soon as I think I'm alone, in comes Aunt #2. I rolled my eyes with a grimace on my face. I brought my hand up to her cheek, showing her my thoughts. She smiled, apologetically. She grabbed for my hand and brought me to her vanity, where she did my hair and make-up. She blew me a kiss before exiting. Finally I was given some peace and quiet.

"Not just yet," my father walked in. I rolled my eyes, angry. It's called privacy, father! And what could you possibly want? I didn't care that I was being rude.

"I do not appreciate your tone, young lady!" I glared at him. Is it so bad to want privacy in my own head? Is that so bad? Really, dad? I sat silently on my bed. I didn't look up as my father sat beside me, sliding his cold arm around me.

"Sorry, Ness, but that's how things work around here. And I only came in to see how you looked on your first day of high school! That only happens once—for the first time…" He trailed off and I smiled. My dad couldn't help his gift, I suppose, anyways. I hugged him and didn't move until Grandma walked in.

"Hi, Gram," I said to the young, energetic grandmother of mine, barely old enough to be a mother. She smiled and took my father's place hugging me. I was just so loved.

"Hi, sweetie, it's time to go downstairs. Everyone is waiting for you in the car." I nodded, and slipped down the stairwell into our foyer. I kissed my Grandpa on the cheek good-bye and smiled at my mother as we walked together down to my father's Volvo.

"You're growing up to fast, Renesmee. Too fast!" She kissed my forehead. I touched the back of my palm to her cheek, showing her a 'slideshow' of me through the few years I had been alive. Eight, but who is counting? I took my seat in the back of the Volvo, and off we sped to our first day of high school.

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I haven't written a story in a while, so please review, but spare my feelings! Just kidding, be as mean as you want, but click that review button!!!