As they flew along the country roads she peered hopelessly out of the window and struggled to remember why she had ever agreed to this. Her aunts had been excited, especially Alice because she got to buy her a new outfit. Her mum had been excited. However she couldn't remember a second where she personally felt excited.
"Renesmee?" she finally snapped her head back round to face the attractive yet bland boy that was driving.
"Sorry…erm I'm just travel sick" she only muttered the words but still managed to emphasise the sick.
"We're nearly here" replied to boy in a voice that was so optimistic that it bothered her in her present mood. She didn't bother to continue the conversation and went back to staring out at the fields as they flew by. "Where did you say your parents were?" asked the boy who was clearly disturbed by her icy silence.
"Erm…abroad" she retorted and thought to herself 'well if you count Alaska as abroad then they are…unless they are on their way back from hunting great big animals that you would running screaming from like a small child'. She smirked at her own thoughts but it quickly dissolved as she realised that she was being unduly cruel. Of course he would run and scream; it's human.
It's normal.
Once again she found herself scowling at her granite skin. It had never bothered her when she was smaller, she had liked being different. However as she spent more time away from her close family and friends she found herself longing for some normality. She wanted to be a running and screaming and to be scared, not knowing that wherever she turned there would be a family of vampires and a pack of werewolves watching her back. She wished that she could have been a small child for more than the few months she had.
She glanced at the boy and pondered the thought that he and every other child at her school believed her parents were her siblings. She didn't have any siblings and she never would.
"Renesmee? Renes…"
"Yeh?" The suddenness with which she snapped out of her daze alarmed the boy.
"We're here" He said and waved his hand towards a huge house with to more windows than most homes had bricks. She sprung out of the car silently and the pair walked awkwardly towards the crowds of their school friends. The akwardness never really faded and eventually she told him she would find another lift home and to go have fun. 'That will teach me to let my ridiculous family pick my dates' was the thought that circled around her head for most of the evening until it was interrupted by 'Who the hell should I ask for a lift…I don't like anyone!'
Eventually she began to wander away from the house; she debated running home but decided it was too far. With the same miserable expression she had worn all night she stared at the horizon. A beautiful sunset was struggling to hide behind the mountains and every now and then it let her glimpse at some of its magical strands of colour. She tried to focus on the purple streaks through the forest but she was quickly blinded by glaring white lights. The sound of her stone skin colliding with the metal of the vehicle echoed across the surrounding fields. As chaos surrounded her she lay whimpering on the floor. Not because of the pain, she wasn't physically hurt. It was the recurring thought that each of every one of the other teenagers would have been killed on impact. For the first time in over a year she flashed a lightning smile at her granite exterior before closing her eyes and allowing the panic to totally engulf the scene of the accident.