Me: DISCLAIMER: If there is something you recognise, it's not mine. Or maybe it is..

Stephanie Meyer: No, that would be mine, I wrote it.

Me: You sure?

Stephanie Meyer: Positive!

Me: Ok, whatever you say Stephanie Meyer.

CHAPTER 1...

PARTY PLANNING.....

Ok, so when you see things in bold that's me writing. I just love interrupting stories. Lol

And italics is some-one writing.

Normal writing is just the normal story.

Monday early morning,

Dear diary,

I'm eighteen years old today. And I mean years. Not I look eighteen.

Mum and Alice are throwing me a big party, I wish they would let me decide if I even want a party.

I mean really, whose even going to come?

Jake is out of town, we had a fight....

I have no friends and I've never been to school, so really what is the point.

Well any-way, mum has just sent Jasper to come fetch me. I'M NOT A DOG!

I closed my diary and went to the door as Jasper got there. No-one knocked in this house, there was no point. We could just hear each other standing outside.

Well unless you're Uncle Emmett and Aunty Rose. Jasper opened the door and smiled as I walked out of my room.

Which by the way was completely pink, i know she is such a girl, but just coz she is a supernatural being, doesn't mean she can't like pink.

"So I guess they're still planning my 'party' right?" I asked as Jasper walked me down to the kitchen. Jasper nodded. He knew how I was feeling, he could feel it.

"Just indulge them this once, we haven't had a party round here in years." He said plainly as he directed me over to the kitchen table where the whole house was sitting.

Alice jumped up at me and squealed. "You are going to have the best birthday ever. And we have a surprise for you when it's your party later today." She said as she sat back down next to dad. I groaned. I inherited my hate from parties from my mum, at least that's what I had been told. Today she seemed happy about the party. Maybe it's only her own she hates?

Either way, I was not enjoying today.

Dad looked up at me from where he was painting 'Happy Birthday Renesmee' onto a sheet of paper. "Nessie, come-on, give it a chance?" He asked giving me his famous crooked grin. I sighed. "Fine!" I ran up to my room and pulled out my diary.

Ok, so now I have to just grin and bear it?

It's just not fair maybe if friends were going to be here, but every-time we settle somewhere, we have to move again because some-one gets too close to discovering our identity.

I hate this so much; I wish I could just run away.....

Ok, so that's the First chapter.

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