A new idea I got today in my Econ class and I just had to bang the first chapter out.

Disclaimer: I am not Stephanie Myer and I do not own Twilight or any of the characters. This story is written for entertainment purposes only.

•Renesmee•

I knew I should have shut my mouth, but I just couldn't. The words leaving Mike's mouth had thrown my body into a shock, effectively paralyzing me. I just stood frozen, looking Mike in the eye, when all I wanted to do was turn away—I just couldn't. I didn't have any energy to leave; I guess I was just too masochistic for my own good.

"Ness, say something," Mike urged, impatiently pulling the strap to his backpack further up his shoulder.

Say something. The words whispered in my mind like a haunted echo. Say something. What did I say? That everything was okay and all was forgiven? Unlikely—I might be a little masochistic but I was not stupid. No, saying something wasn't going to work for me. I didn't have anything to say to this boy in front of me.

Sucking in a deep breath, I hitched my bag up my shoulder and turned away from Mike. I took exactly two steps before I felt Mike's hand on my shoulder, stopping me.

"Ness, don't go. We need to talk about this."

I glanced at him over my shoulder. I didn't trust myself to "talk about it" with him. I had invested the last two years of my life into this boy—if I stopped to listen to him explain now, I wouldn't be walking away later. "There's nothing to talk about, Mike," I whispered.

"Nothing to—" Mike stopped talking and just shook his head, obviously done with this conversation. "You know what, whatever. I've got to get to the game, anyway." Out of habit, he leaned down to kiss my cheek, but stopped himself. He shook his head once more and walked away, glancing back once at me, before disappearing into the boys' locker room.

I took another deep breath—this one shuddering slightly—and willed my legs to cooperate enough to get me to my locker. I walked down the vacant halls of Forks High School, thinking of anything other than my talk with Mike. The last thing I needed right now was to be caught sobbing in the halls. Biting my lip, I thought about my homework. It was Friday, so I had the whole weekend to complete it, but it was quite the workload. My teachers this year didn't really understand the term "easy work" so it would take me probably two hours to complete each subject—with four subjects, it would take me eight hours to complete. That would keep my mind off of recent events, at least for a little while.

All too soon I was at my locker. With a shaking hand, I pulled the door open and stared inside the metal box. Right on the inside of the door, there was a picture of me with my two older siblings, Emmett and Bella. Even though I felt like I was going to cry, I couldn't help but smile at the silly faces my sister, brother, and I were making. They could always cheer me up in my darkest hour, and I really missed them. Bella was in her Sophmore year in college and Emmett was working at a local law firm as an IT—but right now I just wanted them here with me.

Turning away from the picture, I quickly grabbed my government textbook, my statistics textbook, my English textbook, and my chemistry textbook. When I pulled the chemistry book out, however, a slip of paper fluttered to the ground. Sighing, I slipped my stack of books into my bag—the bag got so heavy it felt as if it was going to break my shoulder—and bent down to pick up the paper. It was folded four times and it rang a small bell of recognition in my mind, but I couldn't place it. I pulled my bag off my shoulder and leaned it against the lockers.

I unfolded the piece of paper, and was met with my own handwriting. My brow scrunched up in confusion—I didn't remember ever sticking a note in my chemistry textbook. I scanned the content and paled. I had written it in chemistry after I had finished a test and had nothing else to do. I had written the note with only one person on my mind: Mike Newton. We had just had our two-year-anniversary and I had written to the note to tell him how much I loved him. I was going to give the note to him today; I just never got the chance.

The note proved too much and the tears I had been trying to keep at bay spilled over. I couldn't stop them; they fell like water from a waterfall. I knew all too well that once that first tear came, a whole onslaught of tears would follow. I turned myself around and leaned my back against the locker. Fleetingly, I remembered that my locker was still open. I glanced to my right and saw my bag sitting there—I pulled it onto my lap and just hugged it to my chest. I couldn't help the sob that racked my chest, and I closed my eyes.

I hadn't wanted to cry, but now that I was, I didn't want anyone to find me. I never cried in public and I really didn't want to start now. I felt the chances of getting discovered were slim to none since all of Forks High was outside at the football field. Forks was competing against its rival school, La Push High School. I let another sob escape and wasn't prepared for the warm hand I felt come down on my shoulder.

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