Micah's P.O.V

It was my 7th birthday, and I was finally matured, and was about 18. Renesmee was inside, Momma was going hunting with Daddy, and I was sitting in Aunt Alice's bathroom being tortured with make-up and hair products. "I promise that I wont put to much make-up on you." Aunt Alice said, since she knows that I wasn't the girly girl type. I was more of a tom boy, while Renesmee was the glitz and glam. The closest I get to girl is wearing shorts and a tank, and last time someone made me wear a dress, I tried to stab myself with a knife, but that got me attacked by a giant size dog. Who is the giant size dog? Jacob. Jacob is my protector/soul mate/whatever. He imprinted on me when I was a newborn. Not like the vampire, but when I was a baby. Its crazy, but you can't control it. But anyway, where was I, oh yeah, birthday. Aunt Alice had just finished putting a peach color lipstick on to finish her quote-unquote masterpiece. "All done." Now go put on your outfit. I looked at her reading her thoughts and gave my I'm-going-to-kill-you look.