A/N, I do not own twilight or any of the characters. It all belongs to Stephany Meyer...sadly. :( If you review and let me know how I'm doing, I'll kepp oging. You can expect a new chapter each week! I hope you all enjoy reading it!
My dad watched me intensly from the rear view mirror of the volvo, I sighed and rolled my eyes at him. He groaned and I heard mom stifle a giggle. He locked his eyes on mine, turning around to study me in my seat.
"Reneesme Cullen, you have to remember how to act. We can't let them think we're different," he scolded, ignoring a panicked mom, and the road all together. I groaned enternally, I had only heard this same line 250 times (literally, I counted). I nodded and looked out at the city flying by. It was September 7th and my first day of highschool. Even though I already knew everything you learnt in highschool and college, Aunt Alice insited I go for 'the experience'. Mom and dad had agreed saying' just because you can live for all enernity, it does not mean you should miss out on improtant experinces'. I watched as the fimaliar streets of Rochester. We had moved to England a while ago, to start over again. I loved it here, the beautiful green landscapes always caught my attention. Without realizing it I let my gaurd down.
"RENEESME! Listen to me!" Barked dad from the front, I quickly looked at him and slid furthor into the car's seat. He glared at me listening to my thoughts.
"Did you hear what I said?" He asked skeptically.
"Yes," I lied. He shook his head. I could feel his presence in my head, it was like an annoying mosiquito buzzing around. He grinned his crooked smile and went back to silently driving. 'Oh, stay out of my head daddy. Your BUGGIN me' I thought, enmphasis on the BUG part, in case he had been reading my thoughts. I saw his body move in the mirror as he chuckled. He had been. Mom looked from me to dad and sighed.
"You know I hate it when you do that," she said glaring at dad. I grabbed her hand and pictured us locking him alone in a room with Jacob and the gang. She burst out laughing knowing greatly how mad he would be. He still couldn't get used to all the werewolfs, he claimed the smell made him want to kill himself. Dad looked questioningly at us, but I had already put up the block on my mind. I had learnt to do that three years ago, looks like I took a bit of mom's gift with me as well. No one could get into my head, unless I allowed them too. It was a strong as moms shield now. Annoyed he put on the radio to the weather station, ovbiously making sure it wasn't going to be sunny out.
I took out my scetch book out and continued the picture of my favourite clearing in the woods at twilight. My gift of showing others pictures of my thoughts had apparently given me some amazing talent to draw and I loved it. I have been drawing for as long as I could remeber. I was now 16 years old and looked like I was 12. At 10 Grandpa Carslile had guessed that my body would slow down it's growing process, sadly leaving me with the tiny and fragile body of a pre-teen. Though ever one was shocked they were happy, apparently you never knew what to expect from me, nad I was constantly surprising them! I didn't mind it too much, I was in no hurry to grow up, when you could live forever and had all the time in the world, growing didn't mean a thing. Plus mom and dad liked that I was this young looking, they claimed that I grew up too fast, and after only being pregnate with me for about 3 months and for my short infant years (or lack there of) my family was glad that I was still 'a child'. So now that I had stopped growing (for now) and looked somewhat old enough to go to high school, they let me.
The time flew by as I scetched and soon we were at the small highschool. I studied it with interest, and smiled happily noticing the old, castle-like structure. I flipped over a page and scetched the entire building in only 30 seconds. There tended to be some pretty cool pro's to being a half-vampire. I opened the door and got out into the cold, foggy morning. I could taste the damp mist on my tounge. I threw my back pack on one shoulder and took one last look in the mirror.
I was wearing forest green converse, and a matching green t-shirt, with black disigner skinny jeans, and a leather jacket. I had pirced my ears and two beautiful diamond earings hung from each ear, a present from aunt Rose and Uncle Emmett. My bronze curls were half up, held back by a black diamond rose clip, and I was wearing the locket mom had given me at my first christmas. I touched it lovingly, and nodded at my outfit. The outfit actually made me look a little older, but only a little. I grabbed mom and dad's hands and skipped to the front of the school where my family was waiting. I grinned as they all surrounded me.
"You look lovely, Nessie," Aunt Rose said hugging me tightly. I wrapped my arms around her and smiled closing my eyes. I was pulled off her from behind, and I gave a small squel as I hit a rock hard wall. Uncle Emmett chuckled and lifted me up spinning me around. I laughed, as the world whirled past me.
"EMMETT! Put her down before she get's sick!" Mom yelled glaring at him.
Uncle Emmet pouted, and reluctently slowed down. "Aw, Bell's your no fun!" He said setting me down and patting my head. I blinked as the world tilted around me in strange angles. When my vision cleared I grinned up at him, and wrapped my arms around his big neck. He wrapped his arm around me, his large cold hand resting on the small of my back.
Aunt Alice grabbed my hand and twirled me away from Uncle Emmett, inspecting my outfit at the same time. She tapped her chin seriously and then nodded. She stopped me and set me straight. My chocolate brown eyes were wide, and my stomach was churning. Aunt Alice steadied me and hugged me joyfully. I hugged her back and laughed a she burst into a continous stream of bable about my good taste in outfits, and how much better it was then mom's.
Mom huffed and sighed, shaking her head a small smile on her lips. "Alice, you never give up, do you?" She said laughing when Aunt Alice grumbled unhappily and snarled at her, her hands on her petite hips. Dad laughed and Aunt Rose joined a few seconds later, but was silenced when mom and Aunt Alice glared at her. She coughed into her hand to cover it up Aunt Alice sighed and smiled at me, I smiled and laughed in return.
Uncle Emmett patted me on the back and I stumbled forward, catching myself I looked at him warily. I knew he was going to say something that would bother me. He grinned and nodded approvingly looking me up and down. "Yeap! I was right, that outfit makes you look older. You look 14!!" He said excitedly. I groaned and rolled my eyes, the rest of my family glared at him. He put his hands up in surrender and frowned. "What? What'd I say?" He asked genuily confused. Aunt Rose sighed and took his hand, shaking her head. I laughed and skipped towards the school with Aunt Alice. It was then that I remebered I hadn't hugged Uncle Jasper. I gasped and stopped walking. Everyone turned around to look at me confused. I grinned and threw my arms around my uncle happily. He frowned but hugged me back in return, calm spreading through me.
I pulled away and laughed. "I forgot to hug Uncle Jasper," I said pouting. Everyone laughed and continued on. Uncle Jasper put his arm around my shoulders laughing, and I rested my head on his shoulder. Uncle Jasper was the best story teller ever! I had always asked him to tell me stories before bed, but as I got older he liked to tell me scary ones that would leave me up all night. I guess it helped that he could adjust my emotions and make me scared, you can bet that I stopped asking him for bed time stories. Instead we saved the scary tales for stormy nights.
I entered the building and smiled looking around at the beautiful architecture. From the corner of my eye I caught dad admiring it as well. I could tell today was going to be fun, and I sighed contentedly as I walked to my first class, flanked by my amazing family.