-----Preface----
Since the day of Renesmee's birth, I have been dreading this day. This is the day when the Cullens and I are going back to high school. But most importantly it is the day when Renesmee is finally going to be revealed to the public. Her abnormal growth rate had made us confine her to the house, so that no one would be suspicious of her family and me.
Now that her growth had slowed down for the past three months, her parents have suggested that it was time for her to communicate with kids her own age. Well, not exactly her own age, it is actually her physical age.
She looked about 15 yesterday, her real age being 7 years old. But today is her 8th birthday, and when she woke up this morning she hit puberty and now she looks old enough to be a senior. I tried to get Alice to tell me how people would react to Renesmee's new "figure". She told me that I was so involved with Renesmee today that she could not see anything about Nessie in her visions.
Her flowing bronze ringlets, her chocolate brown eyes, her small shapely figure, and that dazzling smile all make her perfect on the outside.
Even on the inside, she's amazing, her aura is awe-inspiring; when you see her she has a gravitational pull, pulling you toward her. She is so kind, that is sometimes her only flaw. Who knows when she will trust someone that is not to be trusted? She may be strong, but she is also half human; she is half fragile, half indestructible.
I am trying to push my worries and emotions to the back of my mind, so that I can enjoy being close to Renesmee for so long. Before today, we had thought about starting her as a sophomore, but now that she had developed a more "mature" look, she will be in most of my classes in high school.
I love the thought of being near Renesmee for eight extra hours of the day; I only usually see her when I am on my break from patrolling La Push. Even though we moved farther away from the reservation, I still am part of my pack, and I can never abandon Seth, and Leah, even for my imprint. Ever since Renesmee was born, Leah has been detached from our pack, she rarely ever phases, so I can never figure out what she is thinking about, how she is feeling.
I know that she is jealous that she has never experienced the feeling of imprinting, but I don't know why she does not communicate with Seth and I, nor Sam or the rest of the wolves.
Again I let my emotions stop me from take pleasure in Renesmee's presence, that I did not even notice her enter the room and call my name.