I will never ever forget the day that my darling daughter decided to go goth. I told Emmet not to let her watch "The Underworld", but did he listen? Of course not. This is Emmet I am referring to. He never listens. Perhaps if I told him to let her watch "The Underworld" he wouldn't have let her watch it. That's Emmet for you, always doing the opposite of what he is told.
The day started out like any other day, Bella and I waited around for our daughter to awaken. I have taken a pleasure in being able to cook her breakfast every morning and put our kitchen to good use. When Renesmee was young she would always beg for waffles in the morning. I don't know what it is about waffles, but that girl loves them. And I can not deny her anything so since she wanted waffles I made sure there was always a stack of waffles sitting on the table waiting for her when she woke up.
That morning was no different. Even though she was four and a half years old now, and her body was the size of a fifteen year old. I had her waffles sitting on the table, when she came out of her room. I had known she had been awake for a while, but I chose to focus on cooking instead of peeking into her mind. I owed her some privacy.
Oh how I wished I had been watching her mind that morning. When she emerged from her room in that outfit—if you can even call it that—I was astounded. I looked over at my perfect daughter in her platform black shoes, short black and red skirt with fishnet tights, and tight black tank top with fishnet sleeves. This was not even the worst part though! The part that threw me over the edge would have to be her hair. Instead of her long perfectly curled bronze hair that cascaded down her back she had dark purple pin straight hair that flowed to her shoulders.
I felt my draw drop, and a glance at my wife told me she had the same expression of shock and disbelief on her face. "Renesmee. What. Did. You. Do." Bella exclaimed without emotion. She did not even bother to make it sound like a question.
I was still speechless, so I just sat back and watched with horror as my daughter strides over and sat down in the chair across from me at the table biting into the waffles. That's when I noticed her face. It was completely covered in make up. I don't even think they sell that much makeup in the store. She had thick smeared black eyeliner, black eye shadow, and completely the look with dark red lipstick.
I composed my expression and spoke, "What is on your face? What are you wearing? And what happened to your hair?"
Just then Alice and Rosalie rushed in. "Please tell me she isn't wearing what I saw her wearing!" shouted Alice who stopped just as she saw Renesmee in her dark attire.
"Oh no, no, no, no, no. Why did we let you go shopping alone…?" Rosalie said seeming to be getting a little hysterical.
"Your outfit!" Alice exclaimed taking in my daughters clothing.
"Oh no! Not your hair!" Rosalie shouted gripping my daughters purple hair.
"Gosh, guys. Chill out. It's not real." My daughter pulled on the end of the purple hair and it slid easily off her head revealing her bronze hair in a bun underneath.
Alice and Rose breathed a unnecessary sigh of relief.
"Then why are you dressed so…like that?" Alice asked.
"Because it's cool," Renesmee said as though that explained everything.
I pulled the plate of waffles away from my daughter who was just about to take another bite. "Renesmee Carlie Cullen go change into something appropriate this instant. I don't care if you want to dress in black, but get rid of the make up, the nets, and the short skirt," I demanded. She knew that when I used that tone I was dead serious. She immediately jumped up and rushed to her room.
A few seconds later she returned in a different outfit. She still was wearing black, but in the form of jeans and a t-shirt. Plus the makeup was toned down to a minimum. I would usually be concerned about her sudden enjoyment of the color black, but I knew it was just another faze.
"Can I have my waffles now?" My daughter asked and I chuckled before pushing her plate towards her.
Authors Note: Okay this was a really short addition. I just had it in my mind, and had to get it down. I wanted to make it clear that this was not meant to be offensive to gothic people, or anyone afflicted with the gothic style. I personally was interested in seeing what would happen in Nessie suddenly went goth on everyone. Just one of my silly ideas, no harm intended.
