"How do you get your hair like that?" the girl standing next to me asked, wonder apparent in her green eyes.

I stared at her for a second, not a lot of people asked me anything or talked to me in general. I was a freak of nature, or at least I was the spawn of the freak of nature. Of you, who've read the four books that lead to this one, you probably have some conceived idea of what I am. Those of you, who haven't, well you have just given me a major headache. And that's saying something.

Anyhoo, my parents, the freaks of nature in the flesh (or should I say corpse), weren't exactly normal. For one, they were still teenagers. Yeah, you heard right, teenagers. My parents were frozen in adolescent perfection for the rest of eternity.

Now I, Renesmee Carlie Cullen, was what you could call the "freak hybrid." What is this "freak" you ask? Well... don't run screaming, kay? When I say freak, I mean vampire. Not the whole Bella Legosi crap, but blood-sucking, human-killing, incredibly strong, fast, beautiful (you name it) vampires.

Now my parents weren't the only ones. There were Carlisle and Esme, my sort of "cover parents," Emmett and Rosalie, the incredibly sensual, but still totally awesome couple, and Alice and Jasper, my best friends in the entire vampire world (they're a couple too by the way). Not to say that my only friends are vampires, I have other friends too. Granted they're hormonal psychopathic werewolves, but hey! No one said life was fair, or completely sane (and if they're did, then they are either hopelessly confused or really mean liars). I can just see some of you out there shaking your heads and rolling your eyes. I know I'm weird (just in case you were wondering).

Now back to reality. The girl was still staring at me, waiting for an answer to her question. I almost laughed. Almost.

"Get my hair like what?" I finally asked, confused. I thought back to how Alice had given me that look on the way out the door that said where did I go wrong with you? I was pretty sure that my hair looked like the top of the Madder Horn, but whatever.

"You mean you seriously don't know?" the girl asked, a little dazed at the sound of my voice. Oh yeah, we all have an amazing appeal to humans. Just one of those little weapons to add to the arsenal.

I shook my head, trying not to smile.

"Your ringlets! How do you get them to go all the way around so perfectly? Does someone help you?" Her words came out in such a rush that I couldn't help but laugh. Hey! You would've too if you'd been there! Except, you might not have the same effect that I was having. Every male head and more than a few females turned to gaze at me. The girls, excluding the one in front of me, had looks of hatred and betrayal while the guys! I think you get the picture. Today was going to be a long day.

The girl who had questioned me earlier, now sat at my right side in my trigonometry class. She had even shown me the building though Edward, my dad, had shown me the way before I left the house. We all had notorious memories. My father was simply one of many... in that case anyway.

I know some of you out there are wondering what else that I could possibly throw at you. Well, have I got a show for you! Now be patient and let me tell my story.

"So," the girl, whose name I'd learned was Angie, began, "you never told me how you got your hair that way."

"I didn't really do anything to it," I admitted.

"You are freaking kidding me, right?"

"Nope."

"You're hair's like that, naturally?"

No I just enjoy messing with your emotions. Of course this is my real hair! No freaking, duh. I had just about had it with this girl. It was a stupid subject and I wanted it over with as soon as possible. Possibly sooner. I shook my head at Angie. I really wished that she would just stop talking to me. As soon as the teacher introduced me, she would want to get away from me anyway. It would've been way easier that way.

See the thing is, when my family (Dad, Alice, Jasper, Emmett, and Rosalie) went here about six years back, they hadn't exactly left an appealing reputation. That's right. I left my mom's name out. That's because my mom was still human at the time. Then my dad met her and so on and so forth. No real need to go into detail.

So my family name was scarred by freakyness. Excuse the poor grammar. If my dad saw this, he'd probably freak. He may look like an adolescent, but he still talks like he's from the early twentieth century (which he is thank you very much. 1901. Didn't see that coming, did you?).

The teacher walked to the front of the room and did a double take at the roster that was so obvious that he could've been a lead role in a Tex Avery cartoon. Oh, this was going to be good.

Clearing his throat, Mr. Varner announced, "It appears that we have a new student today." I ducked my head, putting in one last prayer that he would only announce my first name. Fat lot of good that did.

"Ms. Re- Renee," he struggled. I sighed and stood up.

"Renesmee," I deadpanned then quickly sat myself down again.

"Right. Ms. Ren-esme-ee Cullen."

A heard quite a few stifled gasps, some disappointed sighs (all from guys-- when it came to Cullen girls, we were practically untouchable), and then one small giggle in the far corner. I didn't bother to look and see who it was. It just wasn't worth it. The girl at my side had looked confused at first, but then shrugged it off and smiled encouragingly at me.

I couldn't believe my eyes. Was she really smiling? I'd been braced for social homicide and here sat this chatty girl, who had probably no worry in her life, who was probably committing suicide (not just metaphorically), and she was smiling at me. I couldn't help the swelling feeling inside of me that I tried to bat down. Was this really happening?

She continued to smile at me for a fraction of a second that seemed like an hour to me and then looked down at her homework lying out on the table. She was apparently ready to move on and let this go. Unfortunately, the same couldn't be said for her fellow classmates.

After about thirty-six and 3/4 seconds, she looked up at me and asked, "You don't look like a junior to me. You look more like freshman or sophomore material." I was slightly taken aback. I shrugged; not giving any emotion away and then absently brushed my hand against hers as I leaned down to fetch my own homework.

You'd think that I would be used to the rush I got at hearing other people's thoughts, but it never seemed to lessen with time. You see I had this uncanny sense of knowing what other people were thinking whenever I touched them. The downside? It was a two-way connection. I always had to keep my thought processes shut down and wait to react to what I heard until after physical contact had been terminated.

When I touched Angie, she was thinking, not sure what Mike was talking about. She seems nice enough. Mike. Where had I heard that name? I had just enough time to pull away before she caught the stream of my own thoughts.

I sat up and set my homework on the desk, smoothing it over absently with my hand. The girl on Angie's left was watching me steadily. When I looked up to meet her gaze, she jumped and turned her head abruptly away, as if my gaze would kill her. I smiled slightly to myself, wondering if that would be possible. It would be a nice change to not have to feel the gazes of so many and resist the urge to look their way. It made me twitchy and trust me when I say that that's not easy to do. Vampires prefer to stay still and can in fact do so for hours on end. It's part of our hunting instincts. The stiller we are, the easier our prey is to catch. Not that we need that of course. The super-strength and speed make it easy enough.

Now, of course, I am half human so it doesn't take as much to set me off with the willies as it would for my family. Translation: you'd really have to freak them out. Which is damn near impossible.

I was so caught up in my thoughts that when Mr. Varner called on me, I was totally unprepared.

"Come up and solve this equation, Ms. Cullen. I'd like to see what new material I'm dealing with." He seemed to have a determined look of hope on his face. Probably praying that since I was younger than my notorious 4.0 average brothers and sisters that I wouldn't be as smart. Unfortunately for him, I was even smarter. That's right. I had an IQ so high, that they didn't even have a score for it. Okay, maybe that's exaggerating a little bit, but it was definitely up there. My vampire mind had a larger mental capacity so that when I heard/saw something, I could process and engrain it in my brain, in mere seconds I might add, for when I could possibly use it in the future. Another one of our superfluous talents.

I got up and slowly walked up to the board and took the marker that Mr. Varner was holding out to me. This was way more than an average Trigonometry equation. The sick bastard set me up! Well I would show him.

I confidently looked over the equation for about three seconds and then wrote the answer at the bottom. It was a trick question that they often gave college students and I remembered when Jasper had shown it to me.

"The answer is undefined," I replied confidently and put a slash through the equal sign. Mr. Varner stared at me and I stared right back for five seconds and then strutted back to my desk and sat down. Mr. Varner was staring at the board in confusion when he abruptly asked, "What would happen if the output of the secondary equation became two?"

"Then the resulting slope would be horizontal. The answer would be zero," I replied with the utmost confidence. He was making this too easy.

"Could I ask you to step outside for a moment, Ms. Cullen?" he said curtly.

I silently obeyed; biting back the snide remarks that I wanted to give him. It was one thing to be a Cullen and an entirely other thing to be publicly humiliated. I wasn't sure I would last the entire day without breaking down.

I closed the door behind me and listened to Mr. Varner give instructions to take textbook notes on the day's lesson. As the rustling of papers began, I heard his heavy footsteps coming closer to the door. I stepped aside, so as to not get hit by the door when he opened it. I was expecting everything except his goofy grin when he stepped outside.

I could almost see my own eyes widening into saucers as I gazed at his expression of sheer joy. My solving a senior college level question was like the present that he'd been waiting to get for Christmas and he'd just gotten it early.

"It's a pleasure to have you in my class!" he exclaimed as he began to vigorously shake my hand. I smiled tentatively in return.

"I had your brothers and sisters in my class at one point or another and I must say that it is an honor to have another Cullen in our midst."

"Your welcome?" I replied nervously and he laughed, a little too hard in my opinion. I wondered if all my teachers would be this insane.

I really, truly hoped not.