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*Renesmee POV*
I groaned and rolled over as bright light filtered through my gauzy sequined curtains, throwing rainbows across my face.
"Yay! You're awake!"
My head whipped around to the corner of my room where my Aunt Alice was standing with her hands clasped together excitedly.
"Were you watching me sleep?" I asked, glaring at her incredulously.
"Oh, stop. It's not the first time. Anyway, you should be excited! It's your first day of school!" She said gesturing to a pile of clothes across my suitcase.
"I even picked out your outfit!"
I eyed the blister-giving, eye-popping red pumps with distaste.
"First of all, it's not my first day of school; the first day of school is next week. And second, I have around 14 hours of traveling to do today and I refuse to do it in those heals."
Alice rolled her eyes,
"But they make the outfit come together perfectly!"
"Yeah, whatever." I sighed, getting out of bed and heading to the bathroom to get ready.
Dad was the one who brought up the topic of boarding school. His reasoning for sending me away? Life experience. He thinks that by shipping me off to some prestigious school somewhere in England will give me a chance to be normal, which I appreciate. But being stuck with people that I couldn't be more different from, in complete isolation for a year doesn't sound very appealing to me.
I glared at my reflection in the mirror.
At least I won't have to put up with all this bullcrap anymore, everyone constantly breathing down my neck, Dad always in my head, Alice stalking my future. Maybe I can try to be normal, have a new life. Maybe.
Only one downside, no Jacob. He's been with me through everything. He's my rock, my best friend. But not anymore. He actually sided with Dad about all this! Saying it would be best if we had some space! What a good friend.
"Come on, Nessie! You're going to be late for your flight!" Esme called up from downstairs.
I threw the pile of clothes off my suitcase and opted instead, for a hoodie and some jeans with my favorite pair of boots.
I pulled my hood around my head and lugged my suitcase down the spiral staircase that separated my wing of the house from the rest.
"Good! You're all ready! Oh honey, I'm going to miss you so much!" I was grabbed in a hug from my mom, and then passed around to the rest of the family.
"Save it. If you were going to miss me that much you wouldn't be sending me abroad." I said leaning away.
"Nessie." A warning from my Dad,
"Don't talk to your mother that way. We all agreed that this was best for you."
"No. We did not all agree, you chose for me."
"Come on, don't be like that." Jacob said
"I don't want to hear it." I growled heading out to the car, Dad had volunteered to drive me although I was perfectly capable of driving myself.
The ride to the airport was silent, something I was grateful for.
"Okay, bye then." I said, getting ready to get out of the car.
"Wait, I want to take you to your gate."
"What? To make sure I don't escape during the shipping process?
"Calm down, I just want to make sure you get out your flight safely."
"Fine." I said turning on my heal and walking briskly into the airport.
"Nessie, wait!"
After checking in, going through security, getting hassled by a customs officer about how different my passport photo was from my actual face (I grew 3 years in the span of two months- oops), and finally finding my gate; I realized that this was actually happening. I might have the mental capacity of someone 2-3 times my age but I was still just a teenage girl. And like most teenage girls, I'm not thrilled with the idea of being on my own in a foreign country with people I don't know. I speak 8 languages fluently, have college degrees from Washington State, Harvard, and Yale (All online courses, obviously.) But I've never been to high school.
"Ness, it's time to board." Came the vice of my Dad from beside me, over the speakers the last call was issued for boarding, and I started to feel a bit sick.
"Oh. Okay. Dad? What if they think I'm a freak?" I asked, forgetting that I was supposed to be mad at him.
"You? A freak? Never. You're a charismatic, intelligent young girl, anyone who doesn't like you is someone that you don't need. Don't worry, you'll be fine. Now give me a hug before you have to leave."
"Alright, thank you." I smiled before making my way towards the gate.
"Don't forget to call when you land, I love you and don't worry- everything will be fine."
"Love you too, Dad. See you in a year." Taking one last look at my Dad and feeling slight tears prick at my eyes, I turned and handed my boarding pass to the attendant.
"Row 36, seat C. Alright sweetie, go ahead in and your seat will be towards the front of the plane, business class."
"Thank you."
Pulling my carry-on behind me, I made my way onto the plane before finding my seat at the front, I wasn't surprised to see it was a first-class seat, trust my family to spoil me, not that I really mind. I pulled up the window cover and stared out at the rainy runway, again not surprised to see it raining. Maybe Washington was just as sad as I was because I had to leave. Hearing the overhead blare out the seatbelt warning to tell that we were about to take off, I continued staring out the window hoping to soak up as much of home as I could so I could remember it while I was at school.
Soon the black of the runway was speeding past and then we were up in the air, England bound.
A/N- I'll try to get the next chapter updated as soon as possible, hope you all like this one and if you did, please leave me a review with comments and ideas for where you want this to go. This is actually a remake of one of my older fan-fictions, but my writing style has changed tremendously so I decided to take it down and rewrite it from scratch