Truly Amazing

Disclaimer: I do not own Nessie or any other characters in this story except the following:

Abigail Masters

Dean Whitaker Charles

Lin Yilong

Other than that all characters belong to our beloved Stephanie Meyer.

We thank her for that.

A girl's daddy is important to her as anything in the world. And right now, my world was pacing in my Art Schools Admissions Office like a nervous human.

Yes, I said it human, my father isn't human. After all he has no heart beat, no life force…well…maybe a life force. But, not a normal one. His stone hands wrung together in anticipation, I wasn't sure on how long this could go on. Him being nervous was making me nervous. Then, to top it all of, Aunt Alice refused to tell us the outcome of my performance review.

I believe that my dad thinks that if I don't get into Kings my sixth birthday will be a disaster, but he'd be wrong again. And, today was my sixth birthday.

Yippee.

Hopefully this day would get better. I had awoken from my peaceful sleep at the hands of my no less than mortifyingly embarrassing Uncle Emmett. His present for me had been a large Barbie Doll Dream Mansion.

"You're finally old enough to play with this without us worrying about you choking to death." He had laughed, that was until I had launched the doll house out of my bedroom window. That…Well, that just pissed him off. He had stomped out of my room and down the stairs fuming, mumbling words under his breath.

I was in a bad mood, and I hoped that everyone knew it. I got my shower and got dressed for my meeting with the King's Dean then walked downstairs. My Aunts Rosalie and Alice took a quick one-over of my outfit and looked away, their signs of approval. I had learned –Thank God – to make sure my outfits were as fashionable and appropriate as they could be over the years. I would no longer submit my self to the torture that was my Aunt's way of being 'Aunt Like'.

I began to pour myself a cup of coffee. It was my pick me up, but, I was stopped. My mother's iron hand clamped around my wrist and she pulled me away into the piano room where my dad stood. She gave me a hard look as she released my wrist and walked to join my dad.

"What was that little stunt you pulled this morning?!" my dad asked angrily. I didn't speak.

"Renesmee Carlie Cullen! Answer your father." My mother commanded. I huffed and then replied,

"I may be six, but, much to his dismay I don't want to be treated like it. Hell, dad I look eighteen for Christ sakes!" I threw up my arms. He looked at me long and hard, concentrating. He was reading my mind again. An unfortunate gift for a dad. His face and eyes grew sad as he said,

"Ness…that's not what's wrong." I scoffed and crossed my arms,

"And why would you think that?" He walked to me,

"Its Jacob isn't it?" My mother immediately began to zone in. Her face became stone as she listened to me. Of course, it was My Jacob. My wolf man. My Rock. This would be the first time he would be away for my birthday, the first time we had been separated for more than a day. At that moment it was going on a week. I had no idea if he missed me, or even wanted to see me again, that's what hurt me. Not knowing. I was so used to knowing things that, if I didn't know something, it itched and pecked at me until I did know.

"…..Nessie. Ness." I could hear my dad call in the distance. It took a moment then I shook my head and looked at him. He stood by the open door to the Dean's office waiting for me. I could see a gray haired man with spectacles at the large polished wooden desk in the room. Dad smiled and I got up and strode to him. He leaned over and in a whisper he said,

"Happy Birthday Sweetie."