Walking home from school in the rain, Renesmee cursed under her breath as she weaved her way through the throngs of the crowds on her way home from school. Her father, a busy lawyer, had forgotten to pick her up from school. She was already soaking wet and she had another mile to go until she reached her apartment building. Everywhere looked slick and grey as the rain kept pelting down on the street she was walking in. She couldn't look up without getting her face wet. Feeling slightly annoyed, she trudged on, looking at her feet and the ground, trying not to walk into anyone.
When the building where she lived burst into view in the distance, Renesmee started running as fast as she could, closing the distance between her and warmth, dry clothes and possibly a hot drink. Walking into the reception of the Mermaid view penthouse apartments, Renesmee fumbled in her bag looking for her security card, and then gave it to the security guard who was currently looking at her soggy clothes and hair. "My father.." She breathed, still panting after running to the building "..forgot to pick me up from school." He chuckled ,then let her through. Running to the elevators she punched the number of her floor and the doors closed.
Thirty minutes later, in her apartment, or rather her parents apartment, wearing dry clothes and clutching a hot chocolate in her hands, Renesmee looked out of her window, of her room, she saw the streets of London in all of its glory. People down below looked like ants. The streets looked like crowded, filled with these people, who resembled ants in the way they filled up the pavements and the roads. She looked up ahead, not down, and wondered what it would be like to live somewhere that was peaceful, not filled with people that filled the streets in droves, a quiet peaceful place where you wouldn't see anyone for miles, or for a few minutes anyway. Her parents would take her to the countryside few times a year, but not near enough for her liking.
Whilst contemplating on how to get her parents to take her on more outings to the countryside, her phone vibrated. One of her annoying friends, Maisie, had texted her, about her recent boyfriend troubles. It was boring, she had no interest in Maisie's love life, but felt as her friend she couldn't ignore her plea, in the form of the text. Renesmee quickly replied. Then went to sit down on the sofa. Her parents would be home any minute.
For Renesmee, dinner was her favourite time of the day, because she could spend time with her Mum and Dad, when they actually came home and weren't busy at work.
Dinner today was a quiet occasion, her father, usually blathered on about whatever court case he involved in and Renesmee and her mother would nod and agree, or nod and ignore and would keep eating whilst being wrapped up in their own thoughts. Dinner today was good old spag bol and Renesmee's delight at eating it was seen around her mouth, in an organe colour. Her father looked at her and started laughing. She smiled and wiped her mouth with a paper towel. Her father was in his late forties, he always wore crisp suits and had salt and pepper hair. Her mother always wore nice formal clothes and kept her hair in a bun. She was about the same age as her father. Renesmee noticed that they were both unusually quiet today. Her mother wiped her mother with a paper towel, then glanced at her father then back at her. She looked frantic. Then, much to Renesmee's surprise, her mother grabbed her hand, that was on table anyway. She looked into Renesmee's eyes, they were near tears. She started trembling. "Renesmee, we love you, and what were about to tell you now is not going to change that." Her father looked down, he obviously didn't want to go through with this, whatever was this. Renesmee looked at her mother again, she was definitely crying again, tears rolling down her rosy powdered cheeks."Renesmee.." She began, she was shaking and now, and her nails kept digging into Renesmee's palm as she clutched it tightly. "You.. you..." Her father gave her Mother a stern look and he grabbed hold of her other hand. She took in a deep breath, and what she said next, was not what Rensesmee was expecting her Mother to say at all, "You're adopted."