Yo! What up my homies? Okay, I'll admit it, I suck at rap. I also suck at wrap. All the presents I wrap at Christmas time, turn out looking like a lump of wrapping paper with lethal edges. But enough about me. On with the story!

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Chapter Four: Relax and Review

I was still on the couch. It had become my "nest" as I liked to call it. Today was the second day in the book and currently, I was thinking about yesterday's events.

Everyone had had mixed emotions. Jasper was practically going crazy (which didn't help his case at all). Emmett was constantly bugging me, asking if he could come too, and how he wants to be a booky boy (really, that was what he said). Rosalie was avoiding me like the plague. Bella was a hesitant friendly. Esme was smothering me in motherly ways. I think that the word "smothering" was named after mothers, smother. Edward was contemplating some apparently very deep questions. Carlisle was asking me stuff about my arrival and what it felt like and how I feel now. I am a medical breakthrough according to him. The only one acting normal was Alice. Well, as normal as she can be.

Right now I was blissfully alone. All the Cullens were out on a hunt. The house was actually peaceful without eight people.

Oh, and for those of you wondering, Renesmee is fine. When I first came, they put her in the cottage in case I was a terrorist or carried a gun or something like that. Yeah, like I could hurt them. Plus, she just started third grade. She looks seven, but by the rate she's growing, the Cullens bet high. Also, third grade wouldn't be as much of a bore as first, where seven-year-olds belong. Renesmee and I had become quite good friends for only knowing each other for less than a day.

I heard a door open and then close. The Cullens were home.

I know it's a short chapter. The next few chapters will all be short. I'm sorry! I have too much homework.

Song Of The Day: Warmth Of The Sand – Dashboard Confessional

Love,

Alyss