Renesmee's Story
Renesmee's POV
It has been almost two years since the volturi came for me. I was going to be two years old in three days; yet I look like a small ten year old. I was just doing my everyday activities, watching the most boring T.V show ever with Emmett, who is my uncle; I prefer Aunt Rosalie because she never forces me to watch whatever she watches or not watch T.V at all. Unlike someone who shall not be named. As I was staring at the enormous staircase I saw Aunt Alice bounce excitedly down the stairs, then it hit me. She was going to torture me in the worst way possible. Party planning. I ran into the kitchen; and as I heard her graceful footsteps I leaped into the nearby cabinet. I heard her melodic voice call out to me, " Renesmee, I know you're in here," I started to shake. I was too young to face the wrath of Alice. I knew had to do the worst thing possible. Deal with a party planning obsessed Alice.