The next thing I knew, I was on my way to Forks, Washington.

Since I've been on a plane many times, I was used to the security shit that went on and the long plane ride. Jacob didn't look to comfortable on the plane though, he looked like a scared little kid. I just had to laugh.

"What?" he asked when I started laughing.

"You look so scared," I said, "Haven't you ever been on a plane before?"

Jacob shook his head. I sort of felt bad for him, so I held his hand. He seemed to like that. He squeezed my hand.

There was this one female flight attendant that kept walking back and forth by Jacob and me. She was actually checking Jacob out and giving me dirty looks. What is HER problem? I wondered. Then I stared down at mine and Jacob's hands.

I was so tired. I was just about to fall asleep when my cell phone rang. I grabbed it from my pocket and flipped it open.

"Hello?"

"Renesmee!! Where the hell are you?! You said that you would be home by dinner!" Ha. It was Diane.

"Calm down. I'm fine," I assured her.

"Where are you?" Diane asked me.

"Ummm...." I tried to make going to Forks sound like nothing, but I couldn't. Forks was across the country. I was halfway there by now. "I'm on my way to Forks," I told her.

"Forks as in Forks, Washington?" she asked me.

I took a deep breath. "Yes."

I was expecting a long speech from Diane. That's how she usually was. She usually went on and on about what I did wrong and how I should fix it. Diane was really bad with lectures. I literally closed my eyes and waited for her answer. I heard her sigh into the phone. "When will you be back?" she asked.

"I'm not sure yet," I told her.

"Why are you going to Forks in the first place?" she said.

"I'm not sure about that either," I said truthfully. I seriously didn't know why I was going to Forks. I really didn't care about my real parents. I was happy now. With Diane and Kyle. But there was almost a missing space in my life. I wanted to figure out where it fit.

"Okay," Diane said, "Promise me that you will phone me when you get there."

"I will," I assured her.

"Bye, Renesmee." Then she hung up.

I slowly closed my cellphone and turned to Jacob. "Why am I going to Forks?"

"So you can figure that out," he said. Thanks for the assuring answer. I was starting to having second thoughts about this...

"Attention passengers," the flight attendant said, "We will arrive in Forks, Washington in about ten minutes."

"It's too late to go back now," Jacob said.

I sighed. "I was just thinking the same thing."

The plane landed and everyone got off of the plane. I wanted to just run away. I didn't want to be here. That was a lie. I did want to be here. It was like I had to be here. It was like my destiny. Jacob and I got out of the airport in good time and got a cab. We were going to stay at some guy's house in Forks. I didn't feel too comfortable staying at a stranger's house, but at least Jacob was going to be there.

The cab stopped in front of a house, most likely the house that we were staying at. Jacob and I got out and took our things out of the trunk of the cab. After the cab took off, we started toward the door. Before we even got to the doorstep, a man came outside to greet us.

"Hello, Jacob," he said. The man looked very, very familiar. He looked like he was in his late forties. Why do these people lately been seeming so familiar to me?As soon as he saw me, he grinned. "And you must be Renesmee. It's been so long."

Jacob looked at me. "Renesmee, this is Charlie." He glanced at Charlie. The look on Jacob's face was unexplainable. It was like he was telling a secret to Charlie that they both knew and that Charlie had to be reminded. I was going to be smart so I kept my mouth shut.

"Hi, Charlie," I said. I shook Charlie's hand and we went inside.

Charlie led me to a room that was upstairs to stay in. "Are you going to be okay in here?" he asked me.

I nodded. "Yes. Thanks."

I set down my suitcase on the bed and looked around. There was a CD player with a CD in it on one of the dressers. I pressed play and listened.

The song had no lyrics. It was just played by a piano. The tune was unexlpainable. It was beautiful. It reminded me of a lullaby. Whoever wrote the song must be very talented. I pressed stop.

I went downstairs to Jacob. "Where are you sleeping?" I asked.

"On the couch," he said.

I wanted to offer him the room I was staying in, but I didn't. It would have been nice to have Jacob sleep in the same room. He made me feel so safe and comforted.

I just nodded. I didn't feel like arguing.

Jacob came over to me. "Do you want to go for a walk?"

"Sure," I said.

Jacob took my hand and we went out of the door.

We walked down the street and talked. We didn't talk about anything in particular. We were walking for about an hour when we got to this house. It was very large and white. It couldn't have been any more beautiful. It was huge. I seriously didn't think that we were still in Washington. The house was half the size of the Whitehouse.

"Where are we?" I asked nervously.

"You'll see," Jacob told me.

I was getting mad. And scared. I had no idea where we were and Jacob wouldn't tell me where we were either.

We walked up to the house and knocked on the door and waited for somone to answer. A woman answered. She looked no older than 25 years old. She was very pale and her hair was dirty blonde and was to her shoulders.

"Hello, Jacob," she greeted. Her eyes wandered to me. "Renemee? Is that you?"

How do these people know me? "Hi," I said.

"I'm sorry, my name is Esme," she told me as she shook my hand.

Esme led Jacob and I into the living room. The people I saw sitting in the living room all were in my dreams. It was like I was living my dream. I gasped. I needed to wake up from this. Now. I looked at Jacob. He set me up. He brought me here so that I could see. I remembered everyone in that room. It was real. This was no dream.