AN: HI! this is my first ever fanfic so be kind REVIEW!!!

DISCLAIMER: unfortunately i don't own anybody! *sobs uncontrolably* but I do own the English teacher...

Why Me?

Chapter 1

Nessie

The snow came down in huge flakes lightly coming to rest on the dirty tarmac of the school's driveway. "Typical" muttered Renesmee known to… well everyone (except her mother) as Nessie.

"The one snowy day we get and I'm stuck in a English room getting taught rubbish like where do you put semi-colons when your writing essays."

The bell drilled into Nessie's head due to her sensitive hearing, so she jumped up from her seat while scraping back her chair and jammed all her belongings into her backpack. Running forward all she could think about was getting in early for lunch.

"Renesmee Cullen, where are you off to in such a hurry" the English teacher was up from his chair and walking forward.

"Lunch….Sir" Nessie didn't mean it to sound cheeky, but somehow it did. She became aware of the unwelcoming silence. No one had seemed to have left the room which was unusual.

"Well I need to have a word with you" and then looking at the rest of the class he said

"Well what are you waiting for the bell has gone…or do you want me to carry on teaching because I would be more than happy to…we are a bit behind on the syllabus" with that there seemed to be a stampede of children scrambling over each other as so to get to lunch first. The English teacher known as Mr. Dribey chuckled to himself. He walked back to his desk getting ready to mark work for the lesson after lunch. Looking up he remembered he had asked someone to stay behind.

"Ah Renesmee you have been a little…well let's say disturbing in some of your creative pieces talking about vampires and werewolves, you seem to know a lot about them and I'm just saying that maybe you should stop believing in fairytales. I'm not saying stop writing about them, no they are very good it's just writing about them as if they have proper lives and live amongst other people and go to school with them, it's just that with your exams coming up you're not going to get very good marks using an unbelievable story lines like you normally do…o.k." All Nessie could do was nod and say 'yes sir' she was speechless she started thinking about it on her way to lunch muttering about annoying men in tweed jackets who had no idea about what really went on in the world. Vampires aren't legends are they I am one, well kind of. My mum is and so are my dad and all the other Cullen's. As she walked into the lunchroom she was met by a roar of noise some people were throwing food others were shouting across to other people she made her way to the very back of the lunch room she didn't really feel that hungry anymore.

Her talk with Mr. Dribey had brought something to view. What would happen if her dad wasn't a vampire and just a normal person with a normal job like being a banker or an accountant or her mum was just an editor? Life would be normal that way no one had ever thought of her any different everyone thought she was just a normal girl with a normal happy life, but she was the total opposite. She started daydreaming about what her life would be like and she started hating herself and her family more and more about being vampires, why did her mum and dad have her why did they even think about putting an innocent child through all this misery. Sometimes she just thought that her parents did it just to spite the person that they created. The rest of the day Nessie doodled pictures and wrote little sentences, about how she wished her parents weren't vampires, all over her rough book.

She even wished that they hadn't had her at least then they could do anything they wanted and it didn't make people think she was weird or different, she would be normal.

As she walked home from school (she normally ran, but she didn't even notice she wasn't going very fast at all.) She started composing her mind so it was impossible to know what she had been thinking about even her dad wouldn't know. Feeling guilty was the worst emotion in the world, she hated herself for thinking that her parents had her out of hatred, they had her out of love and compassion. They loved each other and they loved their child how could she have thought any differently.

AN: So what do you think? I'm not gonna write anymore if I don't get a lot of good reviews because I'm still not sure about it so I thought I'd get you're opinions....right.....PLEASE REVIEW! PLEASE REVIEW! PLEASE REVIEW! or I'll find James and set him on you! Mwuhahahaha....