It is Renesmee Cullen's first time at school – grade 11 – and Edward 'Masen' and Bella 'Dwyer' are with her. It's all normal; she meets teachers and classmates, et cetera.
It is Jane Asher's thirteenth first time at school.
Jane Asher is in no way related to Jane from the Volturi. In real life, she was Paul McCartney's girlfriend. In here, she's the center of many jokes related to that – just a normal person. Sorry.
I don't own Twilight or Barney, or the name McCartney, which is quite funny, because their Art and Music teacher's surnames are McCartney. They're sisters. Phail.
Thanks to all of you who put up with my crap – on FanFiction, and away from the computer. You don't know where I am. HAHAHA! Please read and review this story. I'm sorry you wasted your time reading all this. Thanks, and enjoy.
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Renesmee
I looked at the clock but didn't see the time. Absently, I tapped the excess graphite from the page I was working on and signed the bottom. I looked around to see that I was the only student finished the poster. As silently as possible, I pushed my chair out and walked to the teacher's desk. Eyes followed me the way there, and lingered where I stood.
"Miss McCartney?" I whispered. The teacher looked up from her book, startled. "I'm finished."
Miss McCartney was a small, thin woman, with brown hair and eyes, and a nice smile. She liked to tell us about herself, and on the first day the whole class knew where she lived, how old she was, and where she was born. Right now, she looked at me as if I were a magical being. Which I was.
"You have four more days to complete the project," she said dazedly, but I handed her my poster anyway.
"I didn't want to put colour in it; it would've looked strange," I said, as if apologizing. "I could redo it…"
"It's beautiful!" she gasped, letting the bright lights fall on it.
I wouldn't admit how the idea came to my mind – I actually couldn't think of a subject, my mind was stuck on last night's hunt. There was a perfect scene where Jacob ran along the river under the full moon, and the next thing I knew, it was on the paper.
"What would you call it?" Miss McCartney asked, snapping me back to the present. I put my hands down on her desk, and Jacob's bracelet slid down to my hand. As usual, I thought about our imprinter-imprintee relationship, and how he would support me in every non-romantic way.
"I can't put it into words," I replied. No, really, I can't.
Miss McCartney nodded in agreement. She pulled a purple Post-It from the pad stuck to the desk and wrote a big "5" on it, sticking it to the back of the page. She handed it back to me and said, "You can go, if you'd like."
I smiled. "Thanks, Miss M." I gathered my tools and placed them in my bag, still holding my poster of Jake. I picked up the sling bag and set it on my right shoulder, leaving the room quietly.
I went straight outside to sit at one of the picnic tables. Nobody else was out yet, and it looked ready to rain – again. I found my phone and buds in a pocket inside my bag. Thank you, Aunt Alice! It was a tiny phone that any klutz would break in a second, but there wasn't a scratch on it. I pressed the play button and hummed with the songs. I took a blank poster out of my bag, and contemplated between oil pastels and pencil crayons. I decided against the messy pastels and started copying my grey-toned poster into colours.
"Russet?" I mumbled, pushing through the pencils. "No russet. Well, thank you, Crayola." I pulled out the closest colour and tested it on the inside of the box, heaving an irritated sigh. Good enough.
I was finished in fifteen minutes – only because I was copying another picture of mine. Pleased with the day's work – but a little sad that Jacob was the wrong colour – I put both pictures in an empty folder. The last song in the list ended, and there was a weird silence around me. The tables started to fill with students being let out early or coming back from skipping classes.
I looked up, wanting to pay attention to something. There was one thing that spooked me – it almost felt like I saw the future. There was one guy I had seen a few times before – usually passing in the morning – leaning against the wall of one of the buildings, looking at nothing. His eyes were darker than his hair, and there was an air of thought around him.
He creeped me out. Stop staring at me, I thought, looking down. I took a breath and looked up. I swore he looked right at me before he turned and walked into the cafeteria. I shuddered, feeling relatively stalked. Then again, I was staring at him.
In minutes, all the benches were filled. One girl walked out of the school and frowned. She looked very familiar – I realized she was in my Art class, and her name was Jane. I thought she was very pretty – she had one blue streak and one red streak in the front of her brown hair, and her eyes were light green. I heard people call her Chuck, but I didn't know why.
Feeling guilty about having a whole bench to myself, I waved to her. She grinned, and I felt better. She ran to the bench and sat down beside me.
"Hello," I said pleasantly, looking for a brownish-black for Jacob's paws.
"Hi," she said. "Thanks for letting me sit here." I shrugged, smiling. "Would you mind if I asked you why you left Art twenty minutes early?"
Jane was smiling like the sun was shining all around the world. Not here, I thought, letting out a half-laugh. "I finished my poster." I turned the grey poster around to face her, and her face lit up.
"Pretty," she commented. She looked at the coloured poster. "I'm not sure which one I like better. The coloured one makes it more... thoughtful, but the grey one looks more... wild. It looks so real. Which one do you like better?"
I looked at the posters thoughtfully. "Well... I have different reasons to change my mind. I like the grey one more because the coloured one has the wrong colours. Umm... the way I thought it should look is different from the way it looks on paper. I got screwed over by pencil crayons." Jane laughed and I realized what I just said. "That sounded weird, didn't it?"
Jane nodded, forcing herself to stop laughing. She started randomly braiding her blue streak. When she got to the bottom, she let it unwind. She moved on to the red streak. "It's not that weird. I've said things much stranger than that." She looked at me seriously. "What do I call you? Renesmee or Ness?"
That threw me a little off guard. "I don't care. Whatever floats your boat. What am I supposed to call you? Jane or Almost-Mrs.-Paul-McCartney?"
She looked up at me, surprised. "Did I say my last name was Asher? I don't remember saying it...."
"You did. It was the first thing you said. 'Hi, my name is Jane Asher, no Paul McCartney jokes please.' The class looked at you like you were insane."
"They have to read more. I'm still waiting for them to get back together."
Jane nodded and looked to the sky. "Dear God, please send me Paul McCartney, or someone my age exactly like him, so that I may marry him, because I love him so. Amen. PS: I'm hungry." The bell rang as soon as she looked down. She smirked, and I gaped at her. "I looked at my watch," she said, pointing to the screen saver on my phone.
"Oh, fail," I said, turning it off. "I didn't realize it was still on. Sorry."
"S'okay." Jane turned to the doors, watching everybody walk inside. "I like outside more," she muttered, shaking her head. She looked at me in a friendly way. "I think we'll end up good friends. How 'bout you?"
"Less than a month," I agreed, and we shook hands.
I turned to the doors as I dropped the phone into my bag. I'm not coming, I thought to Dad.
