This is just a random one-shot. It's my first fanfic, I hope you like it!

Note: This is a while after Breaking Dawn.

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or any of its characters.

Poke. Poke. Poke. Ooh, this is fun. Poke. Poke. Poke.

"Nessie quit it. It's getting annoying."

I looked up at Emmett. Emmett never said something was annoying. Ever.

"Why?" I questioned him.

"I'm trying to think philosophical thoughts."

"Are you having any luck?"

"I actually don't know how to," Emmett admitted shamefully.

"Why don't you ask Jasper? I'm sure he'd tell you."

Emmett sighed, "I can't ask Jasper, because Jasper and I had a bet to see if I know how to think them or not. So if I asked him I'd lose."

"Oh."

Just then Rosalie came in listening to her iPod.

I pouted. Why didn't daddy get me an iPod yet? I'm nice, I try not to annoy anyone, and when I asked mommy what she does at night, I accepted the fact that she wouldn't tell me. Then, of course, Emmett said he'll tell me when I'm older.

There isn't really anything to do in the gigantic Cullen house on a sunny Sunday afternoon in London. I would go out, but daddy said that I have to wait for my thirteenth birthday before I'm aloud to do that. Well, more like my fifth birthday with me looking like I'm thirteen…

Flashback

"And how old are you, honey?" the teacher's sugary sweet voice rang out.

"I'm exactly a year and one hundred fourteen days old," I replied smoothly.

"No, honey," the teacher stammered. Why was she so nervous all of a sudden? "You're six."

"Nuh UH!!! Ask my daddy!"

End of Flashback

Looking like I'm ten when everyone around me looks at least seventeen or eighteen really gets to my self-confidence. I figure, whatever Emmett can do, I can do, unless it includes using his brute strength. I know mom, Rosalie, Alice and Esme are beautiful, but I'm related so I know I'm at least attractive. If daddy's ten times better than Chopin, I'm just as good as Mozart.

Some of the older guys were staring at me earlier that month. I overheard the one health teacher say to the other, "She's really going through puberty fast… I wonder what's wrong with her?"

"She's growing up too fast. Did you see her siblings? Beautiful, but almost as if they got stuck in time. And I haven't seen her adoptive parents age at all! Its unnerving, and I wonder how they manage to stay in such good condition," the other replied.
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Then, daddy heard the replay in my head and we had to move from our cozy home in southern Ireland to a house an hour outside of London.

I felt something hard touch my arm. Then it touched my arm again. And again. And again.

"Emmett!"

"What?" the innocence in his eyes did nothing to fool me, "Stop that!"

"Stop what?"

"Stop poking me!!!" I screamed angrily.

"Sure, sure. Sheesh. Girls nowadays…" I heard Emmett mutter under his breath.

Well, maybe that would get him started with his philosophical thinking.