A/N: This is my first fanfic ever, keep that in mind, and enjoy.

"Mom" I said clearly while I was walking down the staircase, and I knew perfectly well that she could hear me.

" Yes?" She asked while we met in at the bottom.

" I have an idea, I want dad and Jacob here too." I said

" Okay, your dad is going to be back from the hospital any minute now. And I don't know where Jacob is really. What about you?" she replied.

" I think he's just getting off work." I answered.

It had been 8 years since the event with the Voturi had happened, and I, Renesme Cullen, daughter of Edward and Bella Cullen, wanted to go to High School: I'd mostly been self taught: kind of like Mitilda, so I hadn't been to a real school before. Physically, I looked 17 but in reality, I was only 8. ( Which is really weird when you think about it, but, I was mature for my age, so no one gave it a second thought. And, age didn't matter in my house.)

My dad had tought me a few other languages that I thought might be helpful in the long run: such as French and Spanish. My mom learned them the same time I did. I think her words were " Might as well get it over with now, since he's teaching you. We'll get through this together." It sounded like this wasn't the first time she'd tried to learn a different language. But, I don't really think they teach you a lot in school. But, my dad was a GREAT teacher. Among other things. The Spanish I had a hard time learning. It was just too confusing. I asked my mom for help, and god bless her, she tried the hardest she could to help me, but I could tell that she was in the same boat I was. But, we both shined in French. That was 3 years ago.

Rosalie had tought me how to play the piano, which I was eternally grateful for: I loved playing the piano. I studied it for about a year straight until I could play everything my aunt had taught me perfectly. That was roughly 5 years ago. Just after we moved.

We'd moved from Forks about 6 years ago. Don't get me wrong, we loved Forks, but, we wanted to be in a town that felt like our own, that we could be a happy family, just like Carlisle and Esme had done with Forks. So, we moved to Alaska, but we didn't live in Denali. We lived near it, and we saw Tanya every so often, but, other than that, we kept to ourselves. And Jacob. My Jacob, he opened a Bike Shop and it was doing pretty well. Who knew people in Alaska like Motorcycles?

My dad got a job at the hospital, just like his father had done in Forks. And I could tell that he loved it, but unlike Carlisle, he wasn't all but immune to the sent of human blood. But he did the best he could under the circumstances. And he was getting better at it each day. And like his father, he was lucky that he was married. Otherwise all the nurses ( and I'm not talking about just the women, if you know what I mean) would imagine ways to ask him out. But I knew if he wasn't married to my mother, he would kindly turn them down.

My mom was a photographer. She was amazing at what she did. Every single picture she took was a work of art. Pictures of hers were all over the house. And each and everyone of them, on the back, you could see if you flipped them over, her signature in her own messy scrawl. I had a digital camera, but, my pictures were nowhere near the results she got. No matter what camera she had, weather it'd be her professional camera, a digital, or one that took film. Just by the look of one of her pictures, you'd instantaneously wanted to get a fancy camera, a regular digital one, or have the sudden urge to bring film to the masses. But my mother was one of a kind.

Jacob hadn't aged in 8 years. He just phased now because he loved the freedom it brought: The feel of when you're running, you couldn't get anywhere else. And I knew how he felt. When I ran, it felt as if no one in the world could touch me. I was lost in the sound of the bare feet hitting the earth. The thrill of running wasn't comparable to the best kiss, drug or substance. It just wasn't. There were no words for it. And I he loved it too much to give it up, and therefore, he hadn't aged.

And as far as parents goes, my mom and dad, were the greatest I could imagine.

Because of the time gap between my mother and I ( which was only 19 years) we were extremely close. And she understood how my life was. To a certain extent. But, what could you do? My mom was understanding, loveable, graceful, and I loved her to pieces.

My dad. I couldn't begin to describe my dad: Of course, he was overbearingly protective, even though being a Half Vampire had its perks, I was still breakable in his eyes. I loved him, he understood what it was like to be forever 17. And he knew how my life was. To a certain extent.

And what my parents didn't understand, Jacob did. I loved him more than life itself, and I knew that someday, although that day may not be in the near future, my life would cease to involve Jacob, but I refused myself to think about it for long periods of time. I liked to live in the present, not in the past, nor future.

I'd always imagined High School would be a learning experience. Not just in the learning, but in the social part too. I mean, I'd never really had any friends to tell you the truth. I had my family, but, I wanted friends. People I could hang out with, people that I wanted to spent time with, that was not forcible by law ( don't get me wrong, I LOVE my family, but, I want to see what's out there.)

And I heard a car door slam. But in the following seconds to come, I heard no one coming the door: it must have been from a different street. Then I heard my dad come in, and following behind him, was my one true love.

"So," my dad said, " I heard you had something to tell us?"

A/N: So, there you have it, the first chapter, to my first fanific. Reviews are VERY much appreciated were I come from. And so is criticism ( of the constructive kind.) And if you're new to the story, tell me what you think about it...in a review! Don't just add it to your alert or favorite, don't be shy!

Best,

Melissa