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Chapter 1: Alone

I laid in bed under my covers until biding my time until I could make my move. It was dark outside. Nighttime was the only time I could escape unnoticed.

Once I was sure the other kids had fallen asleep and all the other grown-ups were either asleep or had gone home for the night. I got out of bed slowly and got all of the bags that I had packed which wasn't a lot.

I walked slowly and carefully. Every time the floor creaked my heart started beating really fast. My hands started shaking because I was nervous. If I got caught I would be in serious trouble and even worse I would never get a chance like this again.

As soon as I was outside I sprinted away as fast as I could. Running at sixty miles per hour made me feel like I was flying. I finally felt free. It's a feeling that I hadn't felt in months. Not since my mom died four months ago.

My mom was Isabella Marie Cullen. I had a father out there somewhere. His name is Edward Cullen. I've never met him though. My mom never told me much about him either. She didn't like talking about him.

It was always just my mom and I. She loved me and I loved her. We didn't have much but we had each other. That was all that really mattered. Every time I asked about my dad she would get really sad though and not say anything about him. I didn't understand why she didn't want to tell me about my dad. I still don't understand but I stopped asking.

There was some things that nobody knew about me. Things that not even my mother knew. Like how I could run sixty miles per hour. Or how I could lift things that were ten times my own weight. I wanted to tell her but I was scared of what she would think of me if she knew.

Now I wish I had told her but I will never get the chance to. She died of liver cancer four months ago. I miss my mom so much it hurts. I'm only nine years old. She was all I had.

I was sent to live in a foster home after my mom died. No matter how much I told them I didn't want to live there. No matter how many times I told them I wanted to see my dad they didn't listen to me. They didn't care. I did some research on my own to find out where my dad lived. It turns out that there is a whole family with the last name 'Cullen' living in New York. I told my social worker about what I had discovered and she still didn't even want to try to contact them to find out if they were my family.

No one ever listened to me though. My thoughts, my opinions, what I wanted. None of it was even considered. What I wanted didn't matter to them. That's why I had to take matters into my own hands.

So I packed what little I had. It was all stuff that my mom had left for me. Some of her jewelry, her wedding ring, a little money, my birth certificate and some letters. My mom had written me a letter that she didn't want me to read unless she died. She had also left one for my father. She had told me if I ever saw him she wanted me to give it to him.

When I got to the airport I used the little bit of money I had to buy a plane ticket to New York. I was surprised by how easy it was. I thought I was going to be questioned about my age but I wasn't.

Everyone kept looking at me because I was alone I guess. Alone. That's a word that I had become all too familiar with in the past four months since my mom died.

I looked through my bag to keep myself busy. I found my birth certificate first. Renesmee Carlie Cullen born June 20th, 2007. Mother Isabella Cullen. Father: Edward Cullen.

Then there was my mom's wedding ring. She married my father. So why didn't I get to know him? What happened to him?

So many questions. No answers at all.

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