After Renesmee was born. 8 years later. (Renesmee's POV)

My alarm clock buzzed. I opened my eyes to see the clock flashing *5:30am*. I guess my mom heard the alarm and came rushing

into my room. "Wake up honey, Today's your first day of High School!" She said cheerfully. I groaned "Don't remind me" I said and

grabbed the pillow next to me and put it over my head. Her head tilted slightly to the side and she said "Aren't you excited?" as she

walked over to open the the purple silk curtains. "No, I'm not! It's always the same thing! I become the pretty popular girl, have a

lot of friends, good grades..blah blah blah its always the same! People are sometimes scared of me because I'm popular and I don't

like that!" I said pouting. My mother that looks 18 walked over to my bed and sat down and patted my knotted hair. "It's alright

hun. Just be yourself, be the nice sweet girl you are and let the chips fall where they may." She said looking at me. She doesn't get

it! My mother wasn't the popular girl 8 years in a row! "Okay, fine. Can I get up now?" I asked trying to change the subject. She

Slowly got up and said "Okay. Hurry up your gonna be late!" and walked out of the room. I got up and stretched and walked into

the bathroom and turned on the shower. The hot water felt so good on my skin I sighed and turned it off; I put my town on and

walked out of my room there on my bed lay a pair of clothes. Alice! I thought. Will she ever let me pick out my own clothes I'm 15

for god's sake. I held the folded clothes in my hands- a pink tank top, with dark blue jeans, and a pair of grey heels. Well…The

outfit looks alright I thought. I put on my clothes and grabbed my bag and headed down stairs to see everyone crowded by the

stairs. I blushed. My father smiled and said " You blush just like your mother" I looked down and smiled. I stopped "Could you all

please move?" I asked. "Oh, Sorry" All of them said together. I smiled and thought "I love this family". "Okay, Time for school" My

mother said heading for the door. "I'll drive!" Said my father. "Oh no…" my mother said scared. She still wasn't used to his fast

driving. While I on the other hand loved it. We all got into the car and I popped my head phones in and started to listen to Muse. My favourite band.

We aproached the school. I sighed, another day.