I rode with Mom and Dad while the others rode in front of us with Uncle Jazz. We were going 80 mph, and by the looks of it, Uncle Jazz was going 100 mph. Mom and Dad were the only ones that would take me anywhere, really, because I got car sick easily. AKA, they were the only ones willing to drive "slowly." From what I gather when mom was human she would hate going fast, too. Oh genes. But anyway, I looked up from my iPod to see that Uncle Jasper was slowing down significantly, cueing we were almost there. That's when the butterflies hit.

"Timetocrankupthetunes," I thought. Didn't want Daddy knowing hearing my hesitant feelings because then I wouldn't be starting for two decades…no joke. I sighed as Lady GaGa started pounding in my ear buds. I could faintly hear Dad chuckle at my choice of music. He preferred the oldies, which I did too, but in all honestly I was more modern then he was. That just earned another chuckle from the driver's seat. Mom turned to look at my dad questionably, but before I hear his response, I glared out the window, focusing on the trees. I know it sounded ridiculous, but I needed to let my feelings out on something. I was slowly crumbling inside. I've never felt this insecure with myself. I just want to dance. But obviously I couldn't, which made me all the more nervous. I felt like a caged animal. Like, without dance, I'm nothing. It's my everything. It's my "chill pill." And unfortunately, Walgreens is out of the pills right now. I sighed again.

As I refocused on the trees the weirdest thing happened. The trees were transforming into a small town. Even though it was still early in the morning people were already starting their daily routine. I saw people getting into their cars to head to work, teens getting ready to leave for school (my fellow classmates!), old couples going to the little diner in town. I always found people fascinating to watch. Everyone was so unique, yet all connected by an unseen force. I could just sit in the mall and just watch how people would all have similar reactions to so many different things.

"Nessie? Baby? Are you ready?" Mom asked. I had to refocus. Oh. My. God. We were already at school? When did this happen! My stomach seemed like it was practicing for its own olympics. I looked up, and I could tell that they could see the fear in my eyes. A thought had just crossed my mind, "Whatifnobodylikesme?WhatiftheythinkI'msomekindoffreakofnature?" How had these thoughts not occurred to me earlier? I was seriously about to have a meltdown. Mom came back to seat with me and wrap her arms around me while dad went to go tell the others to wait a few while I calm down.

Mom put her chin on top of my head while I started to cry a little. "Honey, shhhh," she whispered as she rubbed my back. "Its okay."

Since we were touching and I didn't feel like speaking aloud I "told" her my fears and anxieties.

She then moved so she was facing me, and put her hand lightly under my chin so I'd have to look up at her. Her eyes spoke of love and understanding "Renesmee, you have nothing to worry about, my love. Remember when I told you about what happened to me when I moved to Forks? How I had to start off with absolutely no one, and I was a junior! How embarrassing, right? And you know who I meet? My first and true love, your Dad. Magical things can happen here, Renesmee. You can't be afraid of that, baby. As much as your father and I hate to admit it…you're grown up, Ness. As much as that scares us we have to learn not to be afraid because you are the most magical thing that's happened to your father and me."

Omg. She's being corny…again! I need Uncle Jazz not words! But her words did stick. To a whole other picture…. Of me going out on weekends, having fun with friends…and even possibly a boyfriend. I instantly grinned. What can I say? I am a teenage girl for crying out loud! Then I saw dad cringe a little, and I laughed out loud. Poor guy. His daughter has finally realized what she wants…a social life! Hahahaha.

Mom was pleased to see my change in attitude, unaware of the reason. "See? You just gotta be confident, love," she said with a Academy Awards winning smile.

We both got out of the car, backpacks draped over one shoulder. Aunt Alice came over with all of our finished schedules. As I looked over mine I groaned. Possibly the worst times ever. Chemistry and Geometry were like a package deal. With one finished, the next one rolled right in. My schedule looked like this:

8:00-8:50 History Rm. 217; Miss Uroli

8:55-9:45 British Literature Rm. 118; Mr. Rayes

9:50-10:40 DriversEd Rm. 116; Mr. Wurthin

10:40-10:50 Break

10:55-11:45 Spanish Rm. 201; Mrs. Loventa

11:50-12:40 Physical Education

12:40-1:10 Lunch

1:15-2:05 Chemistry Rm. 207; Mrs. Lowski

2:10-3:00 Geometry Rm. 110; Mr. Goodrill

I literally hate math with a passion. I'm really good at it, but numbers just irk me. I don't even know why, but they are just…ugh. And of course I have Geometry last. Like why the heck not? This place is already trying to spite me. Aunt Alice already knew what classes we had together because of her psychic ability. But everything else was up for grabs and I sighed as Dad toke my schedule to examine the classes we had together. He grinned as he handed the paper back to me saying, "Gym, Chemistry, and History." My Mom toke my schedule then and then disappointment filled her eyes, "Geometry and History...that's it? I wanted more classes with you!" I was at first glad that I wasn't totally alone in some classes, but then it dawned on me: I wouldn't know anyone in my Spanish or Literature classes. This is a huge FML marker. I frowned, knowing that Aunt Rose, Uncle Jazz, and Uncle Em wouldn't have any classes with me.

And when I looked up from my schedule from hell I saw everyone had stopped to stare at my family. My God, this is going to be a long, long day….