CHAPTER 1: BIRTHDAY.

"Renesmee," Jacob says soothingly. "It's a very important day today."

I wake up expecting to see his face, but instead I see nothing. Ughh, I hate that. Sometimes, when something is important and I need to wake up, my brain makes me. But whats so important today? Nothing I remember.

I grogilly get up and walk to my calender. It's September 11th, so... Oh! Its my birthday, I'm three years old! I'm nothing like a three-year-old though. I look at the bed to tell Jacob, but he isn't there. Must be at the house. Unlike my mom, I like presents and surprises, so I'm looking forward to my birthday. Although I can pass for a 13 year old and I'm smarter than the average 35 year old, I still think some what like a child. And I absolutly positivly can't wait a minute longer.

I brush the tatters out of my hair and put on a long baby pink dress that Alice got me, and the glass slippers mom got me. I like having semi-super speed, and I use it to throw myself out of the cottage door, through the woods, over the river, and into the house where my family awaits. But when I open the door, no one is there.

"They must be upstairs", I say. I don't hear anything coming from upstairs though. Not even Jacob's heartbeat. I run up the stairs and scan the room. Nothing. My heart starts to beat franticly, faster that usual. "No no no." I say. A terrifying thought crosses my mind. The Volturi couldn't have. Than I hear a russel.

"Surprise!" my family shouts. It scares the crap out of me. Everyone runs over to give me a hug at once. Talk about smothered.

"Im sorry" Dad says. "I didn't mean to scare you like that." He obviously heard what I was thinking.

"Where is Jacob?" I ask. My dad's brow furrowes into a confused, frustrated line.

"He left late last night to get you a present, but it's been almost 5 hours, he must be running behind." Dad says.

Right then, we all hear the exited pounding of Jacob's heart. He runs through the door and comes up the stairs with an overjoyed look on his face. He races over to hug me at the exact same time I do. We have this moove perfect.

"Happy birthday!" he says. "Im so sorry I'm late, it was kind of hard to get your present." He says. Is dad chuckling? I pull away looking at him, confused.

"Hard? What do you mean?" I ask.

"It's a long story, any who, lets get this party started!" He says.

***NEXT CHAPTER, NEXT WEEK.***