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The Nessie Blogger

Hey. I'm Renesmee Carlie Cullen. I live with my dad Edward, my mum Bella, my two uncles Emmett and Jasper, two aunts Rosalie and Alice and my grandparents Carlisle and Esme. Oh yeah, I forgot to mention one teeny tiny detail, I am a vampire. Not a full breed one, I'm half human and half vampire. That can be complicated I guess, since life always has ups and downs. I guess it's just pretty cool being this unique. But it sucks too. I'm not as fast as the rest of them or strong or as beautiful. Nowhere near as being as beautiful as them.

"If you weren't beautiful how comes you have so many admirers then."

"That wasn't a question, was it?" I sighed wearily.

"No, it was a statement, a fact" said Bree fiercely with a teensy tiny bit of bitterness in her voice.

Bree comes from the Denali clan of vampires. Bree also happens to be my best friend. Tanya, her "mum" got married to her "dad" Devon and Bree is their "daughter."I put them in quotes because they are not really related as parents and daughter. Not by blood anyway. Sorry, was that the wrong saying? It was, wasn't it? Sorry, I-sorry.

"See Nessie, the problem with you is that you're too...too nice"

"Nice?" I spoke with a voice that questioned her sanity. I had learnt that from my dad. It was more of a habit now.

"Yes, dammit, you're too sweet, polite, kind. That's the problem with you. And don't you dare use that kind of voice with me."

This took me by surprise so I hate to imagine what expression I was wearing on my face in that second. Shocked, scared, disgusted and the list goes on. But it must have been something that deserved a reaction that was plastered on her face. I tried to carry on with my blog because the silence between us was beginning to be unpleasantly awkward.

Devon found Bree almost as a victim of child abuse. She was lying outside her rundown flat in rags shivering crying. She also was wounded deeply as there was blood pouring on the floor covering the once grey cobblestones in dark redness. It took Devon all his restraint not to kill her but he decided to change her as Tanya had always nagged him for a daughter. And God only knows how the poor vampire survived (although he technically can't die) with all the nagging of Tanya because she is one heck of a nagger. Maybe that's where Bree gets it from. XD

I was just about to put the word joke beside it when Bree interrupted me.

" That is NOT funny Nessie. She is my MUM. Don't you dare talk about her like that."

Again I was shocked and just as I opened to tell defend myself; she seemed to try to requite what she said earlier. Well that was a first.

"You should become a journalist or something. I can really see a future for you which involve a career in writing."

"Really?"

"Yeah, I'd read it."

"That's so unexpectedly nice of you"

"Thanks I mean I do have my momen-. Wait what do you mean by unexp- you know what just carry on writing your little blog."

It was so obvious she was trying to control herself from saying something harsh and observing it now it must have been pretty hard for her. But the million dollar question-why? Why would she try to be nice? It's just not in her nature.

Just as I began to type I heard footsteps.

"Oh crap" I heard Bree mutter under voice.

Suddenly we heard a tap on the door. I dived into bed frantically in a hectic attempt to fake I was sleeping. My eyes darted to my bedside table. It had just past four in the morning.

"They're gonna kill me. Unless its Uncle Emmett then he'd probably let this one slide. Or even if it was Aunt Alice I could probably bribe her by trying a few clothes on for her and then she'd lie. Of course it didn't help that Dad could read minds. Maybe it was Uncle Jasper which meant he would probably tell us stories about how he first got turned into a vampire or how he first saw my aunty Alice. I hope its uncle Jasper." I thought.

Before I told Bree to let my visitor in I managed to type this into my blog.

I like my Uncle Jasper the best out of my whole family because he's just quiet and nice. He always tells me stories about his vampire times. He's just simply the definition of awesome.

"Okay," I whispered to Bree giving the signal to open the door to let my visitor in as I squeezed my eyes shut and covered myself in my quilt.

"Is everything okay in here? I was concerned because you took a very long time to answer the door." My dad. It was my dad. Not uncle Jasper after all.

"Nessie, for the record I know you are awake. You are a terrible actress, I must say. You take

after your mother." He chuckled shaking his eyes and giving that weary crooked smile that seemed to make girls hearts skip a beat or maybe even stop altogether.

"Oh hey...dad" I wasn't allowed to call him Edward to his face. And considering he couldn't read my thoughts anymore he wouldn't ever find out. We soon discovered as I reached the teenage age my thought became less and less clear to him until he couldn't read them at all. So that was good.

"Sorry I-"

Bree coughed. For a split second I wondered why but then I remembered our one liner conversation earlier about me being too polite.

" As I was saying I was actually writing a blog and-"

"What's the name of the website?" We were sort of estranged now so our short conversations that rarely ever took place and when they did they were always guaranteed to be 100% awkward.

"Beblogged. People call it Beblo for short"

"So anyway," I continued irritated I kept on getting interrupted "I am writing a blog about my life"

"Anything I would be interested in reading?"

"No dad. No." The actual thought of him reading my blog sickened me. Especially because when I was annoyed with him I would write mean things about him on my blog and then just pretend I was being a procrastinator and innocently "forget" to erase them. And as you know it is impossible for a vampire to forget things.

" Okay lights out girls." My dad was obviously getting tired of this.

" Nessie I want you to be asleep in the next fifteen minutes and as for you Bree you can join the rest of us in the living room downstairs if you want."

"Oh thanks Mr. Cullen!" Bree giggled.

I think there are two things I forgot to mention. Firstly Bree can't sleep because she is a full vampire unlike me who is a half breed. And second like her mother she has a crush on my dad so she acts sweet when she is around. That is the only reason she comes to stay around our house.

And with that the door slammed closed bringing me back to reality and then I was staring upwards in the blackness. So I just typed one final word on my unposted blog and could never be posted unless I was stupid enough to expose all of us.

Goodnight.