Chapter 1.

Renesmee

I stared out the window sadly as I watched the beautiful maple trees pass by and saw the "Welcome to Sunnyville" becoming more and more apparent as mom drove faster out of town. Sunnyville had always been my home, for as long as I could remember but I knew after how fast I grew and how mom didn't age at all we would have to leave eventually. I mean Sunnyvillewasn't paradise at all and I didn't have a boyfriend or anything but I had great friends there that I had grown up with my entire life…and now we were leaving it all behind.

I wasn't popular, trust me, and I certainly wasn't beautiful like a lot of the tight, toned and tanned girls at my school-or rather former school now-were. I mean the popular girls at my former school weren't mean or anything, in fact they were some of the sweetest and smartest girls you would ever meet but the difference between them and me was that they were athletes, perfectionists, non-artsy and of course the main difference…human!

I know I'm half human but that other half makes a pretty huge difference. I guess that's the only thing my biological father ever gave me and it wasn't some blessing. It had its perks but it also had its many, many down falls. I mean when I was younger, all the little girls brought their white bread pb & j sandwiches while I brought a big silver thermos filled with my "special drink". Mom told the school the reason I didn't eat at lunch was because I was a VERY picky eater and I hated cold food and since I was "anemic" I had to drink my "special drink" everyday at lunch and my teachers had to make sure I drank it all! Whoopee! Yeah right…

I really don't remember my life before I was-or looked like- I was about three. Mom said we lived with my biological father and his family for a little while but then he bailed or something like that so she erased my memories, or block my memories with her powers. I don't want to recollect those memories very often so mom doesn't have to try very hard most of the time. Mainly when I'm sleeping. My powers are also quite disturbing too. If I think about something and then touch my mom, she could see everything I have ever thought of, but that's only if I allow her! But if I'm not focusing and I just happen to brush up against my mom and I'm off in la-la land, like I usually am, my mom could see whatever I have on my mind. Not so great either!

"Honey…?" I heard my mother's sweet but hesitant voice call from the driver's seat. I was slouching in the passenger's seat with my earphones in my ears while my iPod touch was blazing in my ear, but even through the loud Mozart blaring through my head I could always hear my mother's beautiful voice.

I sat up a little bit in my seat and pulled out an earphone to hear my mother. She smiled down at me gratefully and reached over with one, steady hand to brush away one of my crazy curls from my face. I smiled up at my mom sadly. My mom was the greatest person on this earth. She raised me all by herself, never raised her voice at me, gave me everything she could and managed to hold down a large string of clothing boutiques. My mom was my hero in other words. I get a lot of my artistic sides from my mother. For as long as I could remember mom would always buy tons of sketch pads and draw beautiful pieces of clothes, with beautiful shades and colors. Soon I was following in my mother's footsteps, drawing on everything I could find…not clothes but different things. I would draw birds, people, shoes, skate boards or even landscapes; anything that looked interesting to me.

My passion though had always been music for me though. For as long as I can remember I could place my fingers on a guitar or a piano and I could fluently play anything I wanted. I focused back on my mother and she put her hand back on the wheel and started to speak.

"I'm sorry honey. I know you're going to miss everyone, but I promise you will love Forks. You'll even get to see grandpa more often!" she said smiling brightly. Mom loved Grandpa Charlie and Grandma Rene but we hardly ever got to see them since mom was always working. Grandma and grandpa would always have to visit us during holidays and I loved them as much as mom does. They were my only family.

"Yeah…I know mom." I said trying to sound as enthusiastic as I could. She smiled down at me appreciatively and sighed as she kept driving. I sighed and plugged my earphone back into my ear and let the music carry me away until I was fast asleep.

I woke up to feel nothing but the car shaking violently. I shot up in my seat looking around and pulling out my earphones to hear what was going on. I looked around the front windshield of the car and saw nothing but trees entwining everywhere before me and dirt instead of a trial or road as we drove. I quickly looked next to me to see mom driving almost airily. She didn't seem disturbed by the violent shaking of the car; in fact she was humming to some song playing lightly on the radio!

"M-mom?!" I asked shakily clutching to the armrests on my seat. Mom didn't acknowledge the fact that I spoke and concentrated on the road until we reached a smoothing out of all the branches and rubble. Finally after about two minutes of a smooth spot we came upon a drive way that soon led to a beautiful house. The house was on stilts, made out of mahogany wood with blue shutters and wide and sturdy looking steps that led up to the front door of the house.

Mom finally parked in front of the house and I gaped at her for a moment.

"Do you like it?" mom asked smiling down at me hopefully. I couldn't speak but when the words finally came I squealed.

"Mom! I love it! It's gorgeous!" I said leaning over my seat to hug her. She laughed her beautiful laugh and let me go after a few long seconds.

"I'm glad honey. I know it's a harsh ride up here, but you'll get used to it." She said smiling at me softly.

"For this place, I'd get used to anything!" I said playfully. Mom chuckled and shoved me slightly as if to get me out of the car.

"if you're going to live here, I think you need to hurry up and get some of your stuff out of the trunk before the movers get here slow poke!" mom said as I rolled my eyes and did as she said.