Baha, kso I skipped school today. I was tired. It was snowing.
BTW, it's supposed to go down to minus 30 tomorrow. MINUS THIRTY. Celsius. I don't know what that is in Fahrenheit.
But seriously. I think school should be cancelled for any temperature below minus fifteen. Who's with me?
"Jacob is mine."
Leah looks up from digging in her wallet for a quarter to see Renesmee Cullen standing there. She looks like she's sixteen- Leah knows she'll be six in a few months.
"Do you have a quarter?" Is all she says. Renesmee doesn't move. Leah curses, looks longingly at the vending machine.
"I really wanted those chips," she says. Renesmee stomps her foot and pumps her fist in a way that reminds Leah she really is nothing but a five year old.
"Jacob is mine!" She shouts this time. Leah looks down at the ground. Renesmee thinks that maybe she is submitting to her, accepting the fact that Renesmee is right, but then she bends down and then holds up a dime triumphantly.
"Alright. Do you have fifteen cents?"
"He's mine. I know what you do. I know how you look at him, and I know sometimes you touch each other. But Jacob is mine, and no matter how many times you two do it, he'll always be mine. I'll be full grown soon- he's mine."
Leah looks at the vending machine. She searches the ground for fifteen cents. Then, her voice low, hoarse (sad? No never) she nods.
"I know."
Renesmee is taken aback. Then she smiles, flips Leah a quarter, and then exits.
Leah whips it at her head. Misses by a mile. Collapses against the vending machine and thinks just how much she hates vampires.
I think I may hate Renesmee Cullen more then any other fictional character in the world.