Hourglass

I own NOTHING. As sad as that is): haha.

"Hello, I'm Renesmee Cullen. I'm applying for a job here," I said slowly to the receptionist sitting in front of me. The small lady, with brown hair looked up at me. She didn't look much older than twenty-four.

"What did you say your last name was?" She asked. She seemed kind of pushy, and nosy. I said Cullen again and she stood up slowly and gasped. I got a little nervous. I'd never really interacted with humans much; my mom and dad hadn't allowed me to go to school. I didn't care; it was fun having your family members be your teachers.

I realized the receptionist was talking to me. "I was so close with Bella! She must be your cousin? You two look awfully alike. I need to see her again. Oh, it's been so long! And Edward. Well you never would have known but I was pretty close with that whole family. Wow we need to see each other again!" She rambled on and on. I noticed a small little plaque sitting on her desk read, 'Jessica Stanly, Receptionist'.

Jessica continued to talk as she began walking towards a big office near a window. The room was very clean, and polished. It had cream carpets, brown walls and mahogany bookcases lining the walls. Jessica opened the glass door for me and motioned to a chair in the middle of the room. I smiled at her and thanked her and then she left.

I felt a vibration in my jeans pocket. I took the small, silver cell phone out of my pocket and looked at the name on the front. It read 'Dad'. Of course, he would be overprotective of me. He'd already called three times.

"Hi Dad."

"Hello love, is everything okay? Did you get there safe?" He asked, protectiveness saturating his voice. I heard Alice in the background, giggling.

I told him quickly that everything was okay and said good-bye. I smiled as I slid the phone back in my pocket. I looked around the office, staring at the walls and reading the bindings of the books just for something to do.

I heard a door open and an old man, in his early fifties, came in. He looked apologetically at me. He did a double take when he saw my face. I was used to that.

"I'm very sorry, Miss Cullen. I got caught up in a meeting. So, first things first, why do you want to apply for a job here?"

I launched into a very long story I'd prepared on the way over here in the car about my "cousin" Alice, and how she had convinced me I truly had a calling in fashion. So I just wanted to be an assistant here and hopefully work my way up. The interviewer asked a few more questions and then told me I was free to go.

I saw the dullness in his eyes and I knew that I probably hadn't gotten the job. It was unfortunate. Rosalie had told me that to get a job, I had to flirt. Bella had glared at her for that, and so Rose had shut up. Alice told me I should bring her along, but I instantly shut down that offer. Alice was one of my best friends, and she truly was an amazing aunt, but other's often though she had a very strong personality.

I realized I was home and I left my car, a yellow Porsche Boxster. I loved my car. It had been a present for my sixteenth birthday. My father had made me go through four months of driving school before my birthday, and even after that, I knew he was wary to let me drive.

I saw a small black bob racing towards me, and realized it was Alice. Even though Alice stood only four feet and eleven inches, I was shorter than her by two inches. And I had stopped growing two months ago.

"How was the interview? Tell me everything. Right now." She stared down at me, her golden eyes penetrating.

I groaned and stomped toward the house. "Not good. The interviewer was bored to death. But, something was weird about the receptionist. She went on and on and on about how she was best friends with Mom and everything. Her name was Jessica Stanley." Alice, who had been twirling ahead of me towards the house spun around and stared, no, glared at me.

"What did you say? I knew Jessica Stanley, she was a complete witch. She went to school with us when we lived in Forks. Why is she all the way out here in Alaska?" I shrugged. Alice ran towards the house, and I trailed behind her. My other relatives were sitting in the living room, playing Scrabble. As usual, Emmett was losing.

He slammed a letter down. "That is a five letter word. You have got to give me the points." My father stared at his word.

"Emmett, what exactly does tital mean?" My father questioned. Emmett gave him a hard look. He probably thought my father would overlook it, but of course he didn't. Emmett stood up and stomped off, out of the door. I cracked up. Emmett had never won a game of Scrabble, and he never would. That was just how it had to be.

Then suddenly I heard a dry sob from the doorway. I looked up and saw my mother holding a plastic phone, cradled against her chest. My father was at her side in a second.

"Bella! What's wrong?" He asked, worried.

"Renee is really sick. I need to go see her. Phil said it's not looking good. At all."