Chapter Two
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Renesmee gracefully pranced up the stairs. I sighed. Why couldn't I look like a model? She turned then and smiled a perfect smile of shiny white teeth, and I couldn't help but smile back, but yeesh- did she use teeth whitening or something? I felt retarded staring at her face like an idiot. I snapped out, trying to compose myself, when she sighed.
"Tess- do you mind if I call you Tess? Can we go into your house now? I mean, I know you don't want to start your new life here so abruptly, but seriously now. Your arms have got to be tired, you know?"
Great, a mind reader. Just wonderful! "I never told you that!" I replied. She snorted. "Not to be rude, but its pretty obvious on your face." Jeez. Did this girl have a degree in noticing everything? It wouldn't have surprised me if she did.
"Oh. Um, well… lets go in, then." I took out my key, and slowly but surely turned it into the keyhole of the brown, classic, wooden door and stepped inside.
Renesmee dropped her pocketbook on the small bench in the foyer. "So…" She began, "This is your house?"
I took a quick look around before answering. The walls were still painted a rich, deep, blue-gray from my childhood, and the floors were still teak wood, marked up by a thousand foot marks, furniture scratches, and moving boxes. The walls still remained with my childhood paintings, photos of my father when he was younger, and awards from the town that my father had received.
"Yep, this is it."
We walked upstairs to my bedroom, and I put my bag on my bed. My room looked much different than before. My walls that once were white were now a vivid lime. My bed, desk, chair, and dresser looked very clean and preppy- they were probably from PB Teen. I liked the way that everything looked so neat.
"Renesmee? Tell me about yourself." I said, hoping to get a little information on her story.
"Um, well… me? My story? Like… when I was born, and so on?" She asked, unsure of what to say.
"Yes, I just wanted to know."
She sighed and began. "I… was born in New York City. My parents… um, well… died in a car crash… when I was six months old, and I don't remember them… and my parents since then… are Carlisle and Esme Cullen. Yeah, that's pretty much it." She finished, looking away.
I laughed darkly. "Now that's a nice story, Renesmee, but I want the truth. Now."
She glanced my way, looking incredibly guilty and sad.
That's when she said the 10 words that changed my thinking about her forever.
"Have you ever had a secret you couldn't tell anyone?"
Sorry to leave you with such a cliffhanger! I suck. LOL! Review if you want more!