Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters, except for the ones I make up, like my NPC Conner.

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I sighed, my hands behind my head as I leaned up against the wall. The sky was dark, the stars shining brightly. I could hear so many sounds around me, smell so much. A scent of burning wood, distant smoke, brought up painful memories.

Bright orange flickering. Yelling. My mother, her face streaked with grime. My father, holding both of us to him. A group of men, advancing, their forms shadowy in the dimness of the fire burning behind them. My father stood in front of my mother and I, growling at the group. They got him first, threw him onto the fire. My mother went next, begging and pleading, screaming at me to run. I did. Ali, Jazzy, Emmy, Rose, Grandpa and Grandma had all gone long before. Jake was gone. I was alone, a single hybrid human vampire that looked like a sixteen year old girl.

My life had been ripped apart, and still I could smell the smoke.

I opened my eyes slowly. The sun was beginning to rise, and I pulled on my leather jacket. I had stolen it several nights ago from some drunken biker. My clothes, still worn from the night of the incident, were scruffy and grimy. My black jeans had holes in the knees, my black shirt covered in a layer of dirt.

My skin was covered from the sun. No need to make anybody suspicious after so long of keeping the family secret. That's the thing; nobody knew that I was actually part vampire. To the humans, vampires were mythical creatures. They rarely found out about us. My mother had fallen for one, my father, who had fallen for her back. They married, and my mother and father had me. My mother was a vampire when she had been killed, but she had been human when I was born. That's why I was a hybrid.

The little stud in my nose glinted. My skin was strong, but I had been able to get myself a nose piercing. I had always imagined that I would've gotten one if I had been human, but my parents never let me try. Now, I was alone, and they weren't here, so I was being as human as possible. My throat ached, and I felt the urge for blood. Well, not entirely human.

I sprinted through the park, feeding on small animals and trying to fill myself up as much as I could without littering the place with little bodies. Once my thirst was quenched, I combed out my hair. It had used to be so glossy and shiny, and I missed Auntie Rosie brushing my hair. Although I looked sixteen, I was only three, technically.

I aged pretty differently to vampires. Actually, once they were changed at their human age, they didn't grow older at all. Once I was born, I grew at an extremely fast rate, my mind developing even quicker than my body. It was difficult to live with at the best of times.

I swung myself into a tree, looking over at the high school. The students that went there were so lucky. They had their parents, they had friends, money, clothes, shelter, and they had lives. I, I had nothing. Every week, I sat here, watching the students, wishing I could be like them, be normal, not the half breed I was born to be.

It was at that moment that I made my decision. I was going to go to high school and be normal for once.

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I brushed myself down, smiling triumphantly at my chosen clothes that I had bought. Well, technically, I had stolen them, but they had been bought after all, right? I was wearing black skinny jeans, brand new. I had a red shirt, with a slogan that read 'Don't call me a bitch! I'm much more evil than that.' Across it. I had black and white high-tops on my feet, laced up. I had taken some random lady's purse and gotten myself a hair wash at the nearby hair salon. It was all glossy and shiny, just like before the incident.

I still had my leather jacket and my nose ring, though. Those were the only two items I wasn't getting rid of. I had a messenger bag slipped over my shoulder, resting lightly on my hip. It wasn't heavy, but it was carrying necessities. Actually, just all that I owned. A brush, an old book, Wuthering Heights, that had been my mother's favourite I had managed to grab as I left the burning house, a book for writing in, a pen, a sketchpad and a graphite stick, my family photo's, the wallet I had stolen.

I ran a long way away, a few cities away in fact, just to steal a car. To be inconspicuous. It was expensive. It looked just like Auntie Ali's old yellow Porsche, even including the scratch mark on the front where I had crashed into a tree during a driving lesson with Uncle Emmy. I blinked, remembering that day vividly.

"Okay, keep it in gear. Turn to the left." Emmett instructed. I laughed, doing as he said. I looked at him, keeping my hands and mind on the track. He looked so serious, it made me crack up again. He shook his head at me. I looked up at the road again, trying to concentrate. Obviously I wasn't concentrating hard enough.

SCRAPE! There was a squealing sound and the Porsche jolted. I bit my lip as I coasted to a stop, glancing at Emmy worriedly. He was grimacing. I got out and looked at the front. A long scratch, barely visible to human eyes, but obvious to ours. I put my hand to my neck, the blush already forming.

"Oops."

I blinked again. It was Auntie Ali's car! The exact one that my father had bought for her after one of those little adventures my family had had. I hurried over to it, quickly popping the locks and slipping inside. I slid some sunglasses out of the messenger bag and slid them on, jump-starting the car from under the wheel. I silently thanked Aunt Rose for that particular skill.

I sat up and buckled my belt, driving forward smoothly. It still drove like it did during the lesson. I had gotten better after Alice had told us off and made us drive Dad's Volvo during our lessons. Laughing loudly and whooping, I made my way back to New York. I had run there after leaving Forks. Hard to track someone in a place with so many people.

I pulled into the school parking lot, which was already full of cars and students, and I saw the gaping stares that were thrown at me, the curious glances. I took a deep breath, thanking Alice for thinking of tinted windows, and I stepped back out of the car, taking of my glasses and putting them in my bag.

Because of Dad, I could hear thoughts. Because of Mum, no vampire with my first ability could read my own thoughts. I liked that about my mind. It was the only thing in the world that was private, yet I could search through everyone else's secrets and desires just by reading their mind. Some things I heard now weren't all that pleasant.

Oh, God. Who is that cute chica with the smoking car? One guy's offending thoughts.

Ooh, baby. When will I get her down? Ew, total vileness.

Hm.. never seen her around before. Maybe I can be nice and show her around the place. She looks a little lost, a little lonely.

I looked around for the owner of the last thought, but I couldn't find it in the crowd, who were all still staring at me. I rolled my eyes and closed my door, locking it behind me with a bundle of keys that I knew were hidden in the car, where Alice always hid them.

I went into the office, not expecting much. I wasn't surprised by the lack of enthusiasm when I stepped inside. I walked to the desk, tapping my fingers against my thigh as I stood there. I had learned the lesson of patience during my years with my family. I rarely got bored.

"Hello? How may I help you?" came a super sweet voice, sickly and old. The woman who owned it looked up at her, no light in her eyes. Well, I would be bored too, sitting in an office like this all day, teenagers rushing in and out all the time.

"Hello. I want to sign on as a new student…" I hesitated, wondering if I should elaborate. The woman produced a form and handed it to me.

"Fill in this information and hand it back to me. I can process you and get you your schedule. Thank you." She typed as she spoke. I sat in an empty chair, looking over the information while I chewed lightly on the end of a pen.

Home address? Street Number? Home phone? So many questions I couldn't answer popped out at me. I guess I could just fake it all. Not like they'll come investigating. I put in any number that popped into my head, any name of a street. I finished quickly and handed it to the lady.

"Here's your schedule. Take this slip and get all your teachers to sign it, and then bring it back at the end of the day. Have a good day." She told me, handing me two more slips of paper.

I looked down at the slips. One had room for teacher's signatures. The other had my classes. I walked back outside and went over to my car, jumping on the bonnet and sitting there. My eyes flickered over the classes I had. Well, it looked like I had all the same classes as my mother used to in Forks. That was a little strange.

I felt a shadow fall over me, blocking out the sun, and I looked up. Some guy with blonde hair, falling into his face, and hazel eyes. He was smirking.

"Hey, sunshine. Wanna go out with me Friday night? We could be more than friends, you know." He winked at me suggestively, and I snorted. He frowned.

"First, don't ever call me sunshine. Second, absolutely not. Third, duck." I told him, smiling. He narrowed his eyes.

"What do you mean, du-" He never got to finish his sentence. My hand went flying, smacking him across the skull, the other hand punching him in the nose. A loud crack thundered across the now silent parking lot, and he slumped to the ground. He looked up at me, nose bleeding, fear in his eyes. I smiled down at him sweetly.

"Goodbye, Jason." I laughed. His eyes widened. I just realized, he had never told me his name. He up and ran, stumbling as he made his way to his group of snobbish friends. He had been the one with the most disgusting thoughts. I watched him, smirking evilly.

I returned to my timetable, looking to which class I had first. I felt a tap on my shoulder, and my hand whipped around extremely quickly to grab the wrist and pull it behind the offender's back. Another guy, brown haired from the back.

"What do you want?" I sighed.

"I just want to talk. You seemed lost. I want to help you." He was the one with the nice thoughts, the one I couldn't find in the crowd. I released him and he rubbed his arm, looking at me. He had bright blue eyes.

"Nice grip. I'm-" I cut him off.

"Yes, Conner, I realized." I said, waving a hand. He raised an eyebrow.

"First, how do you know that? Second, I admire you for what you did to Jason. Not many people have the courage to do that. Actually, nobody ever has had the courage to do that. You're going to be hated by the rest of the girl population, seeing as they are all over him." I smiled at his mini rant.

"I just know. And thanks. I just don't like creeps who ask me out for looks, just to feel me up and then blow me off. I hate them with a passion." I replied. He nodded. He gestured to the school building as the bell rang.

"Where's your first class? I'll help you there." He offered. I smiled.

"Room 210. And Conner?"

"Yes?"

"Thank you." He nodded. He led me to a door and, waving at me with a smile, he left me. I opened the door and stepped inside. The rest of the class was waiting, and they all looked at me. Ignoring them, I walked over to the teacher and handed him the slip.

"Ah, the new girl. Could you please stand up and introduce yourself to the rest of the class?" he instructed. I turned and faced my fellow students.

"Hello. My name is Renesmee Cullen, and I come from Forks, Washington." I told them, my voice loud and clear as a bell. Everyone started to whisper, probably about my name, and I made my way to my instructed seat up the back of the class. People watched my every move, glaring and staring. I guess you know which one the girls were doing.

This was gonna be a very long day.

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