Disclaimer: I don't own these Characters , the big S dog owns them. Who is Stephenie Meyer. And I still don't own Vans Shoe Company. I'd also like to give a shout out to the organization : Shirts For A Cure, they sell band t-shirts in help to raise Breast Cancer awareness. And I also don't own that organization either. I don't own crap. I do own the plot though. Score.
After we paid for the shoes, we met my mom and Alice where we said we would. Rosalie's words made sense to me.
" Renesme, if the friends you make at your school, care about you, they wouldn't mind the fact that you're lying. They'd know it was for good reasons. You're not lying about the things you like, your talents, nothing at all effects your ability to love and be loved. None of it. The friends you make will fall in love with you for who you are. Not about your family. I know that the only reason why your mother said she'd go with you is so that your dad would let you go. She wants you to be happy, and live you own life. Make your own mistakes. That's what High School is all about, that's what lifes about."
It didn't matter that I had to lie. The only thing that mattered was that in a few short days, I was going to live my own life. I was going to make memories and everything I'd wished all my life. And the rest didn't matter.
" Oh wow. Look at all the stuff that Alice got, oh, I uh, mean. Look at all the stuff my mom got." I said to Rose. I could see as we walked up to the map of the mall and saw that my mom and Alice were carrying a lot of bags. Even though she'd only be at school for a month. She must have though the same thing when we came up to her. We had 3 times as many bags as she and Alice did. But then again, I didn't have the look that I was going to die of boredom.
" Got everything?" Alice asked me.
" Yes I did, and more. I don't think I'll need to go shopping for the rest of my High School Career" I answered.
" Hey, lets not get ahead of ourselves. You still have the other half of your Junior year, then you have your Senior."
" You mean all these cloths are only for 5 months? 5 months? I thought I was shopping for the whole school year?" I said in amazement.
" No, this is only for the fall and winter." Alice said like it was the smallest thing ever. Yeah, I only got a whole wordrobe full of clothes, yeah, nothing new...To her.
" You'll get used to it." My mom said.
I had 15 pares of jeans, 45 shirts, but 30 of them were band T- Shirts ( yeah, I knew I had a bit of a problem. But nothing made me happier than supporting my favorite bands.) 6 button up shirts, and the rest were long sleeved. 5 pares of slacks, 8 hoodies. 5 pares of shoes: 3 pares of Vans slip ons, a pare of Chucks and a pare of regular shoes. I didn't want to think of how much money I'd spent. And I didn't want to know either. I'd only be coming in a month late. It was the middle of October, I shook the image of having to shop again for spring. But, at least the t-shirts were for charity, so I'd been doing a good deed…and also getting some serious band merch.
" Can we go home now?" I asked.
" Yes, we can. Can't we Alice?" Rose said.
" Well if you really want to." she said.
" Oh, yes, she really wants to." My mom answered for me. Though it sounded like she was speaking more for herself, than for me, but I'd say the same thing.
We put the bags in my dad's new Volvo, and I couldn't believe that there was a trunk that could hold all of the stuff that we bought, but I was wrong.
" Can I drive?" I asked.
"Sure," my mom gave me the keys. " but I'm sitting in the passenger seat."
" Great."
" Stop, red light coming up." My mom cautioned.
" Mom, I can see that, do you think Jacob would allow me on the road if I couldn't see the red ? Or the 3 stop signs, or yield… ?" I said.
" Excuse me for trying to remind you…" She said. I could hear the sarcasm dripping from her voice.
" Speaking of stopping, while Jacob was teaching me how to drive , he told me something about you not being able to." I said.
" I don't know what you're talking about." My mother said with confusion.
" It involved a motorcycle and you not being able to handle the break." I reminded.
" NO! I TOLD him not to tell you. I remember specifically-" I cut her off.
" So it's TRUE?" I gasped "I thought he was just kidding! So you really crashed your bike, wait WHEN DID YOU HAVE A BIKE??" I said with just as much shock my mother had at the fact that I knew.
In the back I heard Rosalie and Alice laughing.
" Oh, just sit there laughing and not back me up!" My mother yelled at them.
" Hey, we're not her mother, we didn't crash a bike, this is all you." Rose said trying to catch her breath.
" Still waiting." I reminded turning.
" Since no one is going to help me out." she breathed. " I was 18 and it was just an impulse thing. And I became pretty good…you know, after all the crashing." she trailed off.
My eyes showed my disbelief. Was she encouraging riding and CRASHING motorcycles? Or was it just me?
" Oh, and I learned very quickly after that NOT to go BEHIND MY PARENT'S BACK AND RIDE ONE. Your Grandfather yelled at me, his face turned purple. But I do recall an important detail." She told me.
" And that was?" what could it be?
" JACOB was the one that told him." she answered.
"NO!" I said in shock.
" Yup"
" Oh, now we both need to talk to Jacob." I said. How could Jacob sell my mother out like that?
I knew that when my mom was 18 my dad had left her, and she did some rash stuff. I just didn't know what. I also knew that Jacob had been in "love" with my mom too. But once he imprinted on me, he knew that it wasn't love.
None of my parents told me any of this, Jacob only told me some. My dad had told me a long time ago, that his biggest mistake in his life had been leaving my mother, but he refused to tell me anymore about it. My mother had told me when I asked her if my father had ever left her, and she answered honestly saying yes. But I remember from her tone of voice that it was very clear that, like my father, she wouldn't say any more about it. And I knew where they were coming from. I wouldn't never want to think about if Jacob left me. Let alone talk about it. It just went to show that, if my parents could survive 6 months of their own personal hell, they could do just about anything. But every one had their flaws.
" Mom, I have an idea."
" Let me hear it. After you turn on the freeway." she said.
" You got it mom."
A/N: There you have it: I have 9 people that have this on their story alert, and I expect 9 reviews. I don't know what will happen if I don't get them( I know I hate to say it, but, I WANT MY REVIEWS DAMMIT!) Can you guys do me a solid? As I'm starting to write the chapters when Renesme's in High School, I have no idea what you learn in 11th grade. Heck, I haven't even started 9th. So, anyone how could fill me in on it, would be great. There might be something in it for the person who helped me the most. Who knows?
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