My name is Renesmee, and this is my story.
I'm sixteen years old, and I am fully matured. No, I'm not talking about physical age, no I mean full out age. Than again, why do you care?
Where was I? Oh yeah, maturity. I've grown up to my sixteen year old self. I reached maturity 9 years ago. Every since then I started my freshman year of highschool.
Highschool, you ask? Well, I love it. I like socializing with people and take my art classes.
Classes? Yes, I take two art classes. One of them is basic art, another is a realistic structure class-which shows how to make clay models of people. The name of the class pretty much speaks for itself...
Well anyway, I liked school, and my friends in Network City. I also love my Jacob, maybe.
I pulled my black skinny jeans on and fished around for my favourite navy blue long sleeved vee neck. I eventually found it on the top shelf of my closet. I grabbed it, and tripped over my feet. I tumbled down and quickly stood, blushing deep pink.
I stood, and took off my twenty bird pajama tank top and threw it into the pink hamper Alice bought me a few months ago.
After pulling on my shirt, I ran to the bathroom and pulled my foundation out of my orange makeup bag. I dubbed some onto my face, and I heard my father walking down the hall into my room.
Knock knock.
" Honey, are you ready for school?" He asked behind the door.
I quickly spread the foundation around my face.
"Coming! " I yelled. I grabbed my pink backpack from under my bed and head out the door?
Did I love Jacob? Did I have real feelings for him, or do I love him as a brother? No no, I can't live him as a brother when all I want to do is kiss him and hold him tight-
"Sweety, you'll figure it out. Don't be ashamed of it though. The best you can do is tell him how you feel. "
I blushed a deep scarlet and put my head in my hands. Stay OUT of MY head! I screamed in my mind. He chuckled and pulled into the highschool. It's about time too.