Chapter 1

BPOV

"Nessie, honey, the limo's here are you ready?"

We were going to the school dance, but not in our usual attire. When we go places in town, such as school or stores, people in the town know us as Bella and Renesmee, lonely girl who got knocked up and her innocent daughter. Tonight, we would be Ke$ha and Carlie, super-famous pop star and her adorable little girl.

"Yes, I'm coming Momma." My little angel shouted from her room up stairs. God, if I didn't have her I don't know what I'd do. Being ½ vampire, she was very smart, but still just like a three year old, even after almost 20 years. When Renesmee reached the bottom of the stairs, I scooped her up and ran over to the door, grabbing the bag with our dresses as I flew by the couch. I slowed to a human-pace jog just before I exited, as to not be seen by the human driver who was waiting patiently in front of our house. He understood, though, he has three grown daughters, and still tells me about when they were Nessie's age. Well, when they were the age she appears to be, that is.

"Are you excited, honey? Not about the concert, there are plenty of those, I mean the contest, to see how many people can guess that the quiet girl from the back of class is a popstar.

"Yes, Mommy, I wonder how many people will put Jennifer Stanley" Jennifer was the school slut, and she had a daughter, who was Nessie's age and went to the same day care, who was also a bit bitchy. I hear stories about little Annabelle Stanley all the time. Annabelle happens to be Jessica Stanley's granddaughter. A whole family of teen moms, who all enjoy giving us Swans crap.

"Momma, will I ever meet my daddy?" The innocent look in her eyes made me feel so sad. MY poor little girl, it's hard to grow up without a father, and even though I got to see my father every summer, I still felt like I was missing out. I can't imagine how it could have felt for her. My poor baby. Maybe I should try to contact Edward so she won't completely missing o- No, Bella, stop right there.

"Sweetie, we've gone over this. I just- don't think that will happen. He might be your father, but he is a self-centered liar, and he doesn't deserve the name 'Daddy'. He would be here, wit us, in this limo right now if he cared about the world around him. I can't say I'm sorry, because if I was never with him, you wouldn't exist, and you, my darling, are the best thing that's ever happened to me."

"Okay, mommy, I get it now. So, if we do ever talk about him, what do I address him as?"

"Just Edward, baby, that's his name, Edward. Edward Cullen. You have 4 aunts and uncles, you know, and you are even named after Edward's mother and father."

"Really? What are all their names? Who am I named after?"

"Well, you are named after my mother, Renee, and Edward's Mother Esme. Rene-sme. Your middle name is your grandfathers names combined. Edward's father, Carlisle, and mine, Charlie. Car-lie. You have two aunts and two uncles. Uncle Emmett, Aunt Rosalie, They're married. And then Uncle Jasper and-

"Jasper? That's a funny name!" She squealed out between giggles.

"Well, honey, it was normal when he was born, way bask during the civil war. Anyway, Uncle Jasper is married to Aunt Alice." I looked at her; she had a shocked expression on her face.

"WOW!" She said; "That many people? These Cullen people have a HUGE family!" Our Driver spoke then.

"Ladies, we have arrived at Forks High. Do you need anything else?" Ah, Joseph. Always so considerate.

"Yes, Joseph, how about if I call you 30 minutes before the dance ends. Would that be reasonable?"

"Yes, Lady Ke$ha, I'll see you ladies afterwards. Good luck, Ke$ha! Have fun, Carlie!"

"Bye, Joseph!" We called simultaneously as we climbed out the e back. Well, let's get this show on the road!