(This is an idea I had for a … sequel to Stephenie Meyer's Breaking Dawn. I hope you like it and won't criticize me too harshly.)

Renesmee

"Mom!" I yelled from across the house. "I can't find my coat anywhere! Do you know where it is?"

"No, sweety, I don't know… I think Alice cleared out our closets out again. For all we know it's at a Goodwill across the country." My mom said in a low, clear voice.

Oops! I always seemed to forget that everyone in this house could hear perfectly fine. I was in my room, packing for our yearly trip back to Forks, Washington. Mom and I were pretty thrilled; we hadn't seen Grandpa for a while. I liked New Hampshire, but I still loved to visit my hometown. Well, more like birthplace. We had to move away a few years back.

I'm sixteen years old in appearance, but, technically, I'm only four and a half years old. Thanks to my stellar genes, I grew at a fast speed and I should stop aging in a few months. It might sound a little unusual, but my life has always been that way.

I was nearly done packing for the month long visit when I heard a knock at the door.

"Come in," I said in a welcoming voice. "I'm almost done packing my stuff."

I turned around to see who had bravely attempted to enter my, now messy, room. It was my mom, Bella Cullen; my dad, Edward Cullen; and my boyfriend, Jacob Black. My face brightened as I saw my three favorite people in the world try to make their way into my room. Well, exaggerate would be a better way to put it. I knew perfectly well that finding their way through this jungle wasn't a challenge. They just liked to constantly point out that I wasn't as neat as most people that lived in this house. Jacob shouldn't be pointing fingers when he wasn't much better off than me.

"We'll be leaving soon. You'd better finish up." My mom softly reminded me as if I didn't know. She was holding hands with my dad, like always, and was staring at his face more than at me. My mom was nineteen (even though she insists that she was eighteen….) when she was turned into a vampire, so she didn't look that much older than me. She was beautiful so, thankfully, those genes had been passed on to me. Jacob constantly flattered me by saying that I'm almost exactly like her when she was around my age. When you become a vampire, you're beauty is supposed to be enhanced so you look ten times better as a vampire than you did when you were human. I still remember the first time I saw my mom after my delivery and, even though she was covered in sweat and blood, she was still a very pretty human. Though my dad constantly reminded her she was beautiful, she didn't let it go to her head.

"Yes, Charlie can hardly wait for our visit. He misses you and your mother terribly, Renesmee." Dad murmured. He was also very good looking. Mom and him made a wonderful couple and they always seemed to glow when they where touching. My dad was young as well, though he was technically one hundred and thirteen years old. He was seventeen when he was changed, however, and dying of the Spanish Influenza.

"Charlie isn't the only important thing in Washington you know. I haven't been in touch with Quil or Embry. Leah is the closest resource I've got and she's off taking classes in some college. We also have to visit Billy, Nessie." Jacob piped in.

"Okay, okay! I can't finish packing if you all don't quit hovering and go away for a while! You guys are so distracting!" I exclaimed. "Let's go! Bye Mom! Bye Dad! Bye Jacob!"

I started to practically push them out the door. Mom and Dad at least tried to hold back their smiles of amusement but Jake is not one to be stopped. He burst into laughter and practically tripped on a pair of shoes as I tried to push his enormous body out the door.

"Later, Nessie." He said before he turned around and walked away to annoy my parents by being the third wheel.

Then I turned around, sighed at the work ahead of me, and got to work.