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I know what you think, kids are not supposed to graduate until senior year but here in our country we graduate in 6th grade and move on to high school. Any advice or ideas???
The Amazing Loch Ness Monster
RPOV:
Being a preteen is probably one of the best slash worst days of my life. Well, Technically, I 'm 2 years old, but I look like I'm twelve and in the sixth grade. Today's my graduation and if you want to find out what I'm feeling, trust me you don't want to know. Yesterday, Aunt Alice and Aunt Rosalie took me and my mom dress shopping, and to say the least, I'm a lot like my mom; I hated shopping, make-up and jewelry or any other thing that makes my look like a "girl". I'm more of a sneakers and skateboard kind of girl.
I woke up because of Uncle Emmett's booming laughter, probably he was watching cheesy morning cartoons. I grunted and got out of bed. I looked at myself at the mirror – not shocked- that nothing has changed about me. I got down stairs to see everyone talking about how excited they are.
"Good morning, angel face!" As usual Uncle Emmett boomed his familiar call.
"No need to shout Uncle Em, you're not on top of a mountain!" I heard everyone burst into laughter when I said that.
When I entered the kitchen, mom hugged me in a surprise attack.
(Bella- bold font – Renesmee- normal font)
"Oh, I can't believe my little girl's gonna graduate!"
"Mom!" I whined. I didn't actually like when she gets way too melodramatic about "her little girl growing up".
"Oh, stop whining, I'm just so happy that you've finally grown up. Yesterday, you were in diapers and now-" I interrupted her.
"Mom." I touched her cheek and showed her everything I've been through; there were the diapers, the human food and my best friend, Alexis. I dropped my hand from her cheek then smiled at her.
"Alright, alright. Well you should probably get ready; we'll be leaving in an hour." She smiled her dazzling smile.
"Sure , mom."
I rushed upstairs and found Aunt Alice and Aunt Rosalie in my room; both grinning.
I moaned.
"Let's just get this over with."
Aunt Alice sat me down to chair and started working on my make up.
"Don't worry sweetie, I saw you in my vision and you looked amazing." She said with a beautiful grin.
Then suddenly Aunt Rose spoke up.
"We're going to make you look like a princess!"
Wow. Princess. Never really liked that word.
"Okay, do what you want to do with but please don't overdo it like last time."They both laughed at my statement. After my hair and make up- which looked very natural-Aunt Rosalie gave me the dress we bought yesterday. It was a black cocktail dress with two spaghetti straps and a turquoise colored belt and a pair of golden ballet flats covered in glitters.
"Now, hurry up and get dressed." Aunt Alice said with a serious tone.
I went to the bathroom and put the dress and shoes on. I looked at myself at the mirror and saw a beautiful and slender girl. She was wearing a beautiful dress with matching ballet shoes. She had curly auburn hair that reached her shoulders. She had pale white skin and pinkish lips and a rosy blush. She was extremely beautiful and looked very mature. It took me seconds to realize that the girl in the mirror was me.
Stop it Nessie. Snap out of it! I sarcastically thought to myself.
"Nessie! Come downstairs, we're leaving!" I heard my dad shout.
"Coming!" I rushed downstairs only to see…
*This is clairebear101, next chapter coming soon..