It feels as if my fate was decided from the moment I was conceived. A normal life is such an extravagant concept in my chaotic existence. It isn't as if I had ever expected anything else. In fact, I doubt I ever wanted anything else. Yet, sometimes, when I sleep over at Lucy's house, I become bemused by the concept of having two early-middle aged parents that eat spaghetti, have rosy cheeks, and even go to sleep. I feel a pang of jealousy. It goes away, though, when I go home and my mother welcomes me into her arms, her golden eyes staring lovingly at me. My father grimaces briefly as he senses the jealousy I felt towards Lucy. The grimace goes away when he sees how much I love the life I have. I place my hand on my mother's cheek so she can understand, as well. I go up to my room, we live with the whole family again, here in Astoria, Oregon. We had to move here last year, as people were becoming suspicious about us. It's less than two hours away from Forks, though, by our mode of transportation, at least. I get to see Jake every other day. He runs here. I see Grandpa Charlie and Sue at least once a month. As much as I wish we didn't have to move, we did. It would be too dubious to stay in Forks. So, now I live here. I go to Astoria High School with my mother, father, Aunt Alice, Uncle Jasper, Aunt Rosalie, and Uncle Emmet. Grandma Esme became an interior designer here, it suits her well. Grandpa Carlisle is once again the most notable doctor in town. He doesn't even have a specialty, like an Orthopedic Surgeon, per se, because he does everything.
I know it may seem strange that I go to school- that I'm in the same class- as my mother and father, but that's how they insisted on doing things. Dad has been repeating high school for close to a century, now. This is mom's first time repeating. She is the same age as me in her new life. Well, she has been existing for about twenty six years, but only for seven as a vampire. I scarcely remember her as a human. I only have that one memory, of being born, and seeing her distraught face, loving me. That wasn't really so long ago, but it feels like ages to me. See, it feels like I really am eighteen. I look eighteen, even though I have the maturity of an old woman. I could be what one calls "an old soul".
Nevertheless, this is all part of my life.
A fatal love triangle destined from birth.
An epic battle that will last for centuries.
A family torn apart.
The will to surpass it all.
This is the saga of Renesmee Cullen.