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We keep ourselves a mystery//But we provide, provide the clues//So the rest is up to you
and don't forget to check the obvious/ /We are so serious//So I guess it all comes down to how curious you can be.

-There's A Class For This-Cute Is What We Aim For

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The sun broke through the clouds, its rays heating the ground of my parents' meadow. Entranced, I stretched out an arm, observing the slight luminosity of my skin. I didn't throw off rainbows like my parents; instead, the glow lent to a healthy, vigorous appearance.

Looking around, I settled to the ground, running my fingers through the long grasses, inhaling the heady smell of the earth. Closing my eyes, I grinned to myself. This was pure bliss…I was rarely allowed out of the house if I wasn't under the supervision of my parents, which would never happen on a ay das dazzling as this.

My ears picked up the sound of footsteps, and I tensed, my eyes flying open. In one fluid motion I rose, cautiously searching for a scent.

I relaxed as the scent, musky and woodsy and all too familiar wafted toward me.

"Jacob…"I breathed, my lips stretching into a grin when he approached, slinging an arm around my shoulder.

"Hello, beautiful," He whispered, his voice husky in my ear. I shivered, my heartbeat picking up. "I was wondering what my best girl was up to." Jacob said, sweeping me into his arms. The speed of my heartbeat increased, and I licked my lips, wanting to taste his.

As if he could read my mind, he lowered his face to mine, until we were kiss-close. I stared at his eyes, lost in their rich brown depths. His lips, full, and just begging to be kissed and nibbled parted.

"Nessie, wake up!"

I blinked, confused. Jacob's lips formed a grin, enticing me. Setting me down, he bowed his head, his lips brushing my ear. I felt the hot rush of air as his lips parted to form their next words.

"Renesmee Carlie Cullen! Wake up this instant! It's already 5 a.m., and I have so much to do!" A breeze brushed my legs, and as if in response, I looked down, before hurriedly covering my now unclothed body, blushing. Cracking my eyes wearily, I looked up at my Aunt Alice, her excitement and energy contrasting sharply with her mature, but fashionable hairstyle and clothing, her face intricately made up to age her to approximately 34 years of age, or so.

I groaned, squeezing my eyes shut again, wanting nothing more than to pull the pillow over my head. Oh, the trials and tribulations of being the only member of a family who needs sleep.

Pulling me from my bed, Alice loaded me down with various hair products, and pushed me toward the bathroom, directing me to condition twice, so my hair would be softer when she cut it.

~*~

The September following the trial with the Volturi, my family, along with Jacob, had relocated to Alaska. The story put around town was that my mother and father had deferred acceptance to the university there, in order to enjoy a year of married life. In actuality, the never-changing appearances of my family members, as well as my rapidly developing one had forced us to move.

We stayed in Denali for 15 years, up until my 16th birthday. Our house was not far from Aunts 'Tanya, Kate, Carmen, and Uncles' Garrett and Eleazar's house, and my parents, along with Aunt Alice and Rosalie, and Uncles Emmett and Jasper had all enrolled at the University of Alaska, while Grandpa Carlisle took up a position at the local hospital, and Grandma Esme started her own business, as an interior decorator; Alice joined her soon after they all graduated. Taking guardianship over Jacob, Grandpa and Grandma enrolled him in school, with his promise that he would at least do a semester of community college afterward.

And so, we were settled once more, until the rumors started once again. My family's never-changing beauty garnered attention that the Denali coven rarely received, as they did not interact with the locals much. Reluctant to leave, but desperate to keep their secret, it was Alice who finally hit on a solution: costume makeup.

Unwilling to relocate to somewhere new, but eager to throw off suspicion, Alice began experimenting with makeup after watching a documentary on movie magic. After a semester studying, and becoming a certified makeup artist, she slowly began working on the family, gradually making them appear older, until they were at their current "ages". Grandpa Carlisle was 49, Grandma Esme 48, Aunt Rosalie and Uncles Jasper and Emmet 36, Mom also 35, and Dad and Aunt Alice 34. experimenting with makeup. I was sixteen at the time, and looked every bit my age, with no need for makeup . ((A/N: Read the post A/N, p&t =D))

In order to keep my birth, and quick aging a secret, my parents' home schooled me, keeping me out of the public eye. I hadn't actually left the house until I was 15, when my aging had slowed considerably enough so I actually resembled my age.

When my aging finally slowed, the family decided to move back to Forks, 15 years after leaving.

Carlisle and Esme had resumed residence back in their former house on the outskirts of town, after having fifteen years of damage from weather and partying teenagers repaired. Carlisle returned to the hospital, and Esme opened an interior design office in Port Angeles

My mother and father chose to move back into Forks, buying a house not too far from Grandpa Charlie. Dad joined Carlisle at the hospital; and Mom opened a used book store in Port Angeles, not far from Esme's office.

Alice and Jasper moved in next door to us; Alice worked with Esme, and Jasper taught part time at the community college. Civil War history had become his specialty.

Rosalie and Emmett had opted not to come back; instead they moved to France, buying a house in the countryside. After many years, and their experiences with me, Rosalie was considering becoming a foster parent. Adopting was too dangerous; having a child for the majority of their lifespan would cause questions when the child discovered the differences the makeup couldn't hide, such as the cold skin and not sleeping or eating. Foster children were never there for more than two to three months at a time, making vampire habits much easier to conceal.

Moving back to Forks had caused a bit of scandal, after being gone so long, especially with my appearance and age. My family lied about my age, saying I was a year younger than I was. My mother had rarely been in public following my birth, and the citizens just assumed that my mother had given birth right before or after we left and no one ever bothered to say otherwise. Rumors circulated, claiming my mother had become pregnant shortly after the wedding and the town people shook their heads at teenage pregnancy, but other than that, we became a boring topic.

I was now seventeen, after having been homeschooled my entire life. I had learned enough to where I would have probably held several college degrees if I had attended. And finally, I was being allowed into a world outside the lifestyle of the infamous Cullens. 17 years of knowing no one but your family quickly amounted to a lonely existence. I loved my family dearly, but I longed for contact with people my own age. Being in a house full of vampires far older than they looked was nerve-wracking, and I wanted to be a normal teenager. I wanted to have friends, to have the high school experience. My parents had protested bitterly when I approached them six months before, in March.

~*~

"Mom, Dad?" I asked timidly, standing behind the doorframe. My mother looked up, her face lighting up as she motioned me forward.

"Come in, Nessie." She said happily, patting the empty space on the settee. My father threw his crooked grin over his shoulder, before turning his attention back to the piano. He didn't question why I was there. After our last argument, in which I had a virtual meltdown about him reading my mind, and invading my privacy, he had been making a sincere effort to stay out of my thoughts.

"Can I talk to you guys?" I asked, dropping down to the seat, laying my head in my Mom's lap like I did when I was younger. She immediately begin running her fingers through my curls, playing with them. Her hair was nothing like mine; it was straight and rich mahogany color. I had inherited nearly all of my physical attributes from my father.

Dad finished the melody he was playing with a flourish, and swung his legs over the piano bench, so he was facing me.

"Yes?" He asked, resting his forearms on his thighs, leaning forward. "What's on your mind, since I'm not longer allowed in?" He teased, his butterscotch eyes twinkling. I twisted my torso toward him, sticking my tongue out, before dropping back down.

"Iwanttogotoschoolnextyear." I said in a rush, knowing both of them would understand perfectly. My mother's brow wrinkled slightly at the thought, and my eyes flickered over to my dad's face, which was perfectly calm.

"Absolutely not." He said, his voice calm, emotionless, obviously declaring the discussion closed. I jacked-knifed into a sitting position, leveling a glare at him. "Why not?" I questioned something I rarely did. "Why can't I go to school? I've never bitten a human; my bloodlust is completely under control. I've spent 17 years locked away in this house, living under your protection, and I want to live! I want to be normal!" I cried. My mom tried to calm me, rubbing my back.

"Honey, it's not wise for you to go to school, you know the rumors…" She murmured. I rounded on her, jerking away from her touch.

"So, what now? I have to continue being closed off from people my own age because everyone in town is chronic gossipers, and assume you only had me to keep Dad?" I snapped at her, and she drew away, as if my words had burned her.

"Don't talk to your mother like that!" Dad said, pushing himself off the bench. "She's only looking out for what's best for you."

"What's best for me?" I replied, standing as well. Swiftly, I took several steps across the room, until I was eye to eye (or, in this case, eye to shoulder blade) with my dad. "You think sheltering me, and cutting me off from society is what's best for me? Do you expect me to live here for the rest of my existence, letting you and Mom baby me? Am I not supposed to make something of myself, to get out into the world, and live? I just want to live a normal life!" I ranted, standing on tip toe, barely concealing my rage. My father stared at me, his eyes narrowed, as he waited for me to continue.

"I can't be entirely human. Don't deny me the opportunity to have this one human experience. You were so eager for Mom to graduate, to go to prom, to live. Why can't you give me that opportunity as well?" I whispered, winding down from my rant, tears stinging my eyes.

Dad's face softened, and from behind me, my mother's footsteps reached my ears easily, despite the plush carpet laid in place to muffle sounds. I reached up, touching my father's face, allowing images of happy teenagers in schools, proms, being with friends to flood my mind. Dad's hand came up, catching my hand in his own, as my mother wrapped an arm around my shoulder, wiping tears from my face.

"Edward, she's right." My mother said, her icy hands wiping away the moisture on my face. "Let her have this, at least." Exhaling, he nodded, still holding my hand against his face.

"Fine. I'll make arrangements to have documentation filed, and prepare to enroll you in school." My father finally said his voice barely audible. "You're right. You deserve this much, at least."

~*~

The rapping on the bathroom door drew me from my reflections, and rinsing my hair out one final time, I shut off the water, and stepped into the bathroom, grabbing a towel. I quickly dried and applied lotion and deodorant, before padding out of the bathroom and back into my room.

As soon as I stepped in, the smell of waffles and maple syrup, along with sausage, assaulted my nose, making it wrinkle slightly. Eww. I forgot that one stipulation of this agreement was that I would have to eat human food more often. My eyes flitted to a glass of some red substance on the dressed, but before I could detect what it was, Alice threw a bundle of fabric at me. It hit me in the face, and I grabbed at it.

"Get dressed." Alice ordered, waving a pair of scissors at me threateningly. I blinked; Alice's business-like expression and slightly "lined" face contrasted sharply with her sing-song voice.

"A 'please' would be nice, you know." I grumbled, crossing to my bed, and shaking out the fabric, finding undergarments, still bearing rather scary price tags, a tank top, and a pair of sweat pants.

"You're letting me wear sweats to school today? Aww, Aunt Alice, you do care!" I giggled, dropping the towel, and slipping into the clothes.

"You wish." Alice snorted, drawing me over to the chair in front of the vanity table, which was now strewn with various instruments of torture. "This is so we don't ruin your school clothes. Don't worry, I have an outfit all picked out for you." Groaning, I slouched into my seat, glaring at the tray balanced at the edge of the table.

Slapping my shoulder, Alice yanked me into a sitting position, and handed me the tray. I held the glass up, sniffing it cautiously. It had the familiar metallic tang of blood, deer blood, but it wasn't a strong…it also carried the slight scent of…cranberries?

"What the heck is this?" I asked, as my mom breezed in, already dressed, but sans makeup.

"It's deer blood, mixed with water and cranberry juice." She replied, dropping down to my bed, grinning at me. "It's so you'll have an easier time getting through the day, but you won't smell like you've been chugging down blended raw meat." She explained when I wrinkled my nose.

Sighing, I took a sip, and nearly gagged. It was sweet, but the cranberries lent tartness, and the water turned it slightly bland.

"Are you trying to kill me?" I asked my mom, setting the glass back down, and turning to my waffles, feeling like a martyr. Oh, the things I go through to be normal.

Before my mom could reply, Alice cut her off.

"Eat faster; it's already….5:45," Alice said, consulting her watch." And we need to cut your hair. Both my mother and aunt flinched at that statement, and my mother looked at me imploringly, reaching over and patting my knee.

"Are you sure you want to cut your hair? It's so long and pretty, and once you cut it, it won't grow back." She warned. I nodded at her, my mouth stuffed with food. Very unladylike, but I figured the faster I got it down, the less I would have to taste it.

I finished the final bite, and my mom took the tray, standing.

"It really needs to be cut. I can't go to school with my hair like this," I motioned at it, waist length, and a slew of messy ringlets. "I'll stand out more than I already will."

"Fine." My mother sighed, carrying the tray, held out in front of her, wrinkling her nose at the scent of maple syrup.

I settled back, and looked up at Aunt Alice, whose demeanor had slipped into its normal hyperactive cheerfulness, at the thought of playing dress up with me.

"Ok Aunt Alice." I sighed. "Do your worst."

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Well, I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter. I know it's a lot of back story, and dreaming, but it's relevant to the plot, and I needed to get this out of the way, because it wouldn't get done in later chapters most likely. So, yeah. Next chapter may be a bit shorted, I still need to outline it; I'm planning on this being maybe 15-16 chapters, it all depends. But in any case, reviews would be nice, constructive criticism is welcome, and flames will be used for a few good laughs.

Also, I'm looking for a beta…so if you're interested PM me.

Post A/N: Oh my god, I fail at editing. Considering I'm going to be an assistant editor on my college's newspaper next year hopefully, I fear for them lol. Actually, I just caught a few stupid mistakes that I didn't fix, such as no age for Rosalie and the rest of the Cullens…hopefully you didn't catch it if you read it before. Whatever though. It's fixed =). I cleared up the age thing, cause I found it confusing. The ages listed are the ages they were when Alice begin doing their make up, when Renesmee was 16, as in she had been alive for sixteen years, not physically sixteen. Or she was physically 16. But anyways…yeah. If my memory serves me correctly, Carlisle was pushing 32 at the beginning of New Moon, no? So, I figured if Bella was 19 when she got pregnant, she would be almost 20 when she had Renesmee. Edward and Alice would also be posing as almost 20, because they're "younger" than Bella… and Rosalie, Emmet, and Jasper as 21, and college students. The ages reflect the idea that Renesmee's birth certificate and other legal documentation was filed later, to reflect a normal 9 month pregnancy, instead of a freaky 1 month vampire one. I don't have a clue as to how old Esme would be, although she was 26 when she was changed, but looks-wise, I'm just going to list her as a year younger that Carlisle, and hope that works…I confused myself several times here.

Sorry for any confusion =).