Hey guys! It's my first chapter fic that I put here, I hope it's good.

Disclaimer: I own nothing, Stephenie Meyer does.

It's not beta-ed, I tried my best not to miss any spelling errors.

Edit: As of today (Oct 10th, 2011) I will be posting the new and improved chapters for this story.

The main plot is still the same, but the dialogs have been improved and some changes were made.

I hope you all enjoy this version of the story.

(The original author's notes will be in italic still. Bold ones are edits)

Life as a hybrid had never been easy.

I was a twenty-year-old woman stuck forever in an eighteen-year-old body that I had grown into in barely seven years.

My hair was kept long because it grew out faster than normal; it was slightly curly – a trait I had gotten from my grandpa and mother, and had a strange, bronze tint to it – courtesy of my father.

I liked to think I was tall, but I barely reached 5'6. My face was almost a replica of my mother; heart shaped, pale, permanent blush on my cheeks. But my eyes were what made me like her.

Dad always says they were the exact same shade as my mother's had been, along with same shape.

My mother, Bella, was eighteen when she was changed, so it kind of made us the same age. My father, Edward, had been seventeen; he was changed way back in nineteen-eighteen, which made him over a hundred years old.

I loved my parents more than anything in the world. I didn't care much that we all looked the same age; it could be weird at times, but for the most part I didn't mind.

My momma and my daddy were the most precious people in my life.

We lived with the whole family. My aunts, Alice and Rosalie, were great to hang out with, and my uncles, Jasper and Emmett, were awesome partners in crime.

My grandparents, Carlisle and Esme, were the most caring people I'd ever known. Even though we were a big, loud family, I knew I would be lost without them.

We used to live in Forks, Washington. I loved it there; it was very peaceful, and I had my grandpa Charlie just a few minutes away. I loved him, and we always had a good time together.

But things happened and it was time to move on to a new city, to start over. So we relocated to Vancouver, Canada.

Far away enough to maintain our cover, but still near enough so I could visit my grandpa every once in a while.

As a family of vampires – and a hybrid, thank you very much – we couldn't stay long in one place. We were all 'vegetarians', which meant we drank from animals instead of humans, so we tried to move to places where the wildlife was abundant.

Sometimes I felt like a freak among my family. Apart from my very different name – Renesmee – I was the only one who slept, ate human food, had a heartbeat and could get hurt.

Ever since I was in my mother's womb, I could tell I was different. I had killed her when I was born, quite literally, but she never let me feel guilty about it.

My momma had fought for me from the beginning, and I would be forever grateful for that.

I hurt her a lot; since I was half-vampire, my body was too strong for her frail form. I tried not to move too much, but it was so hard.

I grew up really fast, and they soon discovered I had all traits a full vampire carried; the strength, speed and acute senses, although they were slightly dulled due to my human side.

I used to have a friend in Forks called Jacob, but I couldn't talk about him even if I wanted to. He had made my life hell, which helped in our decision to move.

My mom and I were able to keep what happened a secret from the family, but I knew sooner or later it would come out.

Since Mom was a mind shield, she could protect the secret pretty well. I developed my own weak shield as I grew up, protecting my mind as well; Grandpa had said it was a latent power.

Tomorrow would be our first day of high school. Well, first day for me.

We hadn't really settled down somewhere in a while, preferring to travel the world before committing ourselves to years of routine and school obligation.

I'd never been to school, so the experience should be fun, even though for now I was a nervous wreck.

Everyone in my family had been to high school at least once, and they had all assured me I wouldn't be so excited a few weeks from now.

It would be boring, since they had all studied it all over and over; I had been home schooled, so I knew a lot, but I wasn't excited about learning. I wanted to be around different people, to experience new things.

I just hoped I'd enjoy myself...