A/N: Stephenie Meyer owns all the Cullens, wolves, and everything else that has to do with this fanfic. Except for the plotline; that's mine. (:

Renesmee's POV

It wasn't something that I had seen that made me fear for my half-life. The students that I looked at were normal kids. No, it wasn't them.

It was inside me, around my abdomen and heart. The most tormenting pain one could ever imagine and then some. I gripped at my stomach and tried to think of what this could be.

My period? Carlisle said it could be possible. So if it was my period, then these were cramps, right? I didn't know. But I was pretty sure cramps were much less painful then this. This felt like it was burning inside of me, like there was a fire spreading through every inch of my body, wreaking havoc wherever it went.

My knees buckled from under me and I fell to the floor, still clutching my stomach. Emmett hurried over.

"Ness? What's wrong?" He sounded really worried and I hated to put my uncle through this.

"I . . . uh . . . dropped my contact?" I offered.

"You don't wear contacts, you silly kid." He was trying to lighten the mood and it would have worked if I wasn't going through intense pain. I moved one of my hands to Emmett's wrist. Thank goodness my power had transferred to more than just a face. He caught on quickly to my pain and he even flinched.

Suddenly the pain was gone and I collapsed onto the floor. Emmett helped me up.

"What was that?" I kept asking myself over and over again. By now the other students had noticed and were staring more than they were from before. Even Mr. Reed had noticed and was trying to help me up, but Emmett had it covered.

I was still gripping my stomach and had been looking down at the floor and when I looked up I observed all their worried faces and though fast. "It was just first day of school nerves." I smiled a weak smile, but at least they bought it.

Mr. Reed let Emmett and I sit out and watch the gym class, but he had given us papers to fill out claiming that he or any other gym teacher or gym equipment weren't responsible for injuries that may or may not occur in the future.

"Em, if we may or may not be injured in this class and we have to fill out papers that assure we won't sue the school, should we be worried?" I asked while signing the seventh paper.

He laughed at me. "Honestly Nessie? I think you and me will be more than fine. We're vam—." I elbowed him in the ribs, even though I knew that wouldn't hurt him or me. But he felt it and stopped talking.

The rest of class went on like that and there was no trace of the ache that had taken over forty-five minutes ago. Emmett walked me to my music class where Dad—I mean Edward—was waiting. He smiled when I made the mental correction.

I stared at his smile. It was my mother's—Bella's—favorite. Edward smiled even greater at the second correction, which made it seem even more "crooked". That's what Bella called it. "Her crooked smile." It wasn't crooked and anyone could clearly see that, let alone a vampire.

Edward rolled his eyes at "hearing" this comment and Emmett left. He would be late . . . maybe. I waved good-bye to Emmett and looked back at Edward, who was studying me with a worried look. Emmett must've had warned Edward about what had happened.

"You are correct." Edward said as he opened the door and led us into the classroom.

General Music seemed to drag on and on and on . . . I was mainly just very excited for next, and last, period: Art with Jacob. Edward had to keep fake-clearing his throat so I could pay attention to what Mr. Fisher was saying. At long last, the fifty minute period was over.

Edward walked me to my art class. Jacob wasn't in the room yet. I told myself to shrug it off and just wait patiently, but telling me to be patient for Jake was like telling a pig to be clean in a puddle of mud. Edward offered to stay with me until Jake did show up, but I told him that it'd he'd better not be late for his class with Bella. At this reminder he quickly hurried off after making sure that I'd be okay for the tenth time.

The bell was about to ring and I hurried inside the class, with no Jake. I have to admit, I was getting worried. I introduced myself to the teacher, Ms. Roades, and she had me sit down at one of the two-person tables in the back. It was empty and I assumed that the other seat would be for Jake, if he ever came.

Suddenly the door burst open and he came through five seconds before the bell rung, so technically, he wasn't late. And he had the excuse as being a new student to use. Ms. Roades noticed him come through and he introduced himself too and she told him to sit down, big surprise here, at my table. Jake saw me and hurried over before she could finish telling him to sit down.

"What took you so long?" I asked quietly.

"Just checking up on the pack back home."

"Is everything okay?"

"Yup," Jacob smiled at me, "it's perfect."

I smiled back. "Good."

Ms. Roades passed us each a notebook of thick drawing paper, pencils, erasers, a set of brushes, and a set of paints. She instructed us and the rest of the class to paint some type of picture. I really didn't know, but Jake seemed to have a good impression of whatever it was.

After Ms. Roades let the class off to "let our creative minds flow and be free", Jake and I conversation.

He looked over at me, "Is everything okay with you?"

A slight blush crept over my cheeks, "You heard about what happened in gym." I didn't say it as a question because it was an obvious fact that he had somehow kept an up-to-date status on me throughout the day.

A/N: Awkward place to stop, I know.

EXCUSE TIME: Yes, I am aware that I haven't updated for a long time. I'm sorry. Here's this time's excuse and it's very alike to last time's excuse. Well, yes, school has started. Now I'm into the second grading period and lucky me, I have some of the school's hardest teachers and I'm in student government. But still, that's no reason to just let my story and my readers to sit there. Also, I hate to admit this, but I have to. I've been lazy. I'm sorry. I couldn't think of anything to write about so I came up with this one idea that was kind of introduced in the beginning of this chapter. Yes, Renesmee having that strange pain. I dare you guys to guess. Please? Thank you! And I'm so sorry that I haven't written in forever. But guess what? Reviews will help!! : ) And please don't just give a simple few words. Give me your opinion. Feel free to correct me, but be nice about it ; )