Nessie wants to go to school!
Renesmee's Point of View
rI had just finished giving a little girl her annual check up when, one of the nurses told me I had a call. I picked up the phone, "Dr. Hale, how may I help you?" it was my first day and I was very enthusiastic.
"This is Principal Scott are you Rosalie Hale's guardian?" they asked.
"Yes? Is there something the matter?" I told her not to get in trouble, does she just not care?
"Yes I would like to speak, to you and or your husband," I rubbed my temple and Carlisle gave me a second glance as he walked by.
"Very well I can be there in fifteen minutes."
"I will see you then," I hung up the phone, and hung my head.
"One of the kids get in trouble already?" Carlisle asked laughing.
"Yeah Rosalie," I sighed lifting my head and straightening my posture.
"Would you like me to call Nicholas for you?" he offered.
"No, no, I'll go alone," I said taking off my coat and hanging it up.
"If you are sure, but here take the car," he threw me the keys, and I caught them easily.
I grabbed my bag, clocked out, and climbed into the car, "I hope I don't crash this thing," I said to myself turning the key, and starting the engine.
I arrived at the school, and made my way in through the doors. I followed the signs to Principal Scott's office, and found Rosalie sitting outside of it.
"Seriously Rose? on my first day?" I looked at her with desperation.
She ignored me and the principal came out, to greet me.
"Hello you must be Renesmee Hale. Nice to meet you," he extended his hand and I took it in mine.
"Yes, the feeling is mutual," I smiled as best I could.
"Is your husband coming or will it just be the three of us?"
"Just us three is all, Nick is working out of town right now," Rosalie and I followed him into his office and sat down.
"Rosalie would you like to tell your mother why we are here?" Principal Scott asked.
"Hmph," Rosalie shrugged.
"Alright then, Rosalie and Jasper Hale share a class as you may or may not know." I nodded, "Well first of all Miss Hale shouted across the room, for her brother to quote, 'shut the hell up you fucking retard' disrupting the class, and then minutes later she got up and punched him in the gut," Mr. Scott read from a paper on his desk.
"Rosalie!" I said in mock shock.
"It's not my fault," she hissed back.
"Would it be alright if I took Rosalie home?" I asked turning to the principal.
"I suppose but first I would like to discuss her punishment with you," what could he possibly do that would punish her.
"Alright, and what were you thinking?" I sat on the edge of my seat, anxious to leave.
"Detention after school everyday for two weeks, starting Monday," I seriously doubted that would teach her anything but I agreed to it anyway, and took Rosalie back to the 'Cullen' house.
"You two are home early," Esme greeted us.
"Someone, couldn't stay out of trouble on the first day," I said motioning to Rosalie.
"What did you do this time?" Rosalie had the same annoyed tone of voice I had.
"It's not my fault! The stupid teacher just didn't catch Jasper," Rosalie said turning to go for the stairs, but Esme stopped her. "Fine! I was in history with Jasper, and we were learning about his favourite war, and he wouldn't stop correcting the teacher under his breath and of course no one heard, but it was getting annoying and he wasn't looking at me so I yelled for him to shut up from across the room. The teacher gave me a warning but when he didn't stop I got up and punched him in the gut. The teacher got mad, sent me to the principle's office, Renesmee being my 'mom' had to come in, and I came home. Happy?" she crossed her arms and waited impatiently for Esme to answer.
Esme nodded and stepped out of the way, "Carlisle will speak with you and Jasper when he gets home. In the mean time Renesmee why don't you go back to the hospital." So I drove back leaving Rosalie with Esme.
I got to the hospital clocked in and a nurse told me that Carlisle wanted my help in one of the rooms. I walked to the room after grabbing my coat.
Carlisle greeted me with a sad sigh, and I saw that he was checking the cast of a young girl with a broken leg. Surely he could do this himself, so I started to turn.
"Renesmee! Come in, this is Samantha, she fell down when climbing a tree," I cautiously walked towards them, and stared into Samantha's face.
I looked around the room, and saw other young girls with cast, and slings. I had a strange feeling in this room, and when I finally landed on Samantha's face again I smiled.
"I am Doctor Renesmee Hale, it is nice to meet you Samantha. Do you climb trees a lot?" I looked at Carlisle and saw him staring longingly not at the girl, but the bed.
Samantha blushed, and even though I was growing, and was more human than usual, my throat burned, wanting the blood from behind her cheeks. "Yeah, but I don't usually fall."
"You are very lucky Carlisle was here, he has a lot of experience with girls falling out of trees," as I said this I realized why Carlisle had brought me here.
"This is the room," I told him, more than asked.
He gave me a small nod, to assure me I was right.
My pager beeped reminding me I had a two thirty appointment. I turned it off, and said good-bye to Carlisle, and Samantha, walking to the nurses desk to check if they were here yet.
"Your two-thirty is here for you Doctor Hale, in room three," one of the receptionists spoke blankly, as she typed something into her computer.
"Thank-you Louise," I said forcing a smile on my face.
I slowly walked down the halls to room three, smiling and saying hi, to patients, nurses, and other doctors, I passed in the hall.
'How did I get appointment's booked on my first day?' I thought to myself as I arrived at room three.
I walked in and found my father sitting on the examination table. "Because the only doctor here retired a month before we moved here," he laughed.
"What are you doing here?" I asked closing the door behind me.
"School is boring," he said blankly.
"So you booked an appointment with me for two thirty?" I sat down and picked up the folder, finding that he somehow had records.
"Yup, the teachers didn't question me either when I said I had a doctors appointment," I crossed my arms and glared at him. Pulling out my phone I thought 'I will just tell Carlisle.'
He got up within seconds and was at the door. "No don't do that, I am going back to school now anyway," I smirked and put his folder away.
Having no more appointments booked, I went to the break room and sat down where I found Carlisle sitting at one of the tables reading an Italian paper.
"What's the paper say?" I asked sitting down across from him.
"Not much, just another group of tourist 'mysteriously' gone missing," he breathed putting the paper down.
"They need to feed don't they?"
"Yes I only wish they didn't have to kill them."
"I know what you mean," we sat there quiet for a while.
"Anyway, what happened with Rosalie?" Carlisle said changing the subject.
"Something with her and Jasper. Esme said that you would talk to the both of them later," I rubbed my abdomin, even though I wouldn't show for a while now.
"Of course I will," he smiled sarcastically.
"It was something about history class, and Jasper's favourite subject," I rested my elbows on the table placing my chin in my hands.
He groaned and leaned back in his chair, "this happens everytime they have history together."
"Let's hope he never decides to become a history teacher," I laughed trying to find some humour in this.
"Let's hope," he agreed.
After a long boring day of mostly just sitting around, we finally went home. It would be another hour before Nick came home, which made me sad . . . Well it would if Alice weren't there buzzing around me like a bee.
"Please Esme? I just know she will love it!" Alice whined to Esme.
"Alice Bella does not need anymore closets!" Esme said seriously.
"Alice wants to redo my closet?" Bella screamed.
Alice stomped off already knowing the outcome of this battle.
I walked into the family room of the 'Cullen' house and found, Esme, Alice, discussing closets, Bella, and Edward, at the piano, Nick and Emmett battling it out playing some video game.
I sat down beside Nick, and watched.
"Where's Rosalie, Jas-" I was cut off by someone yelling.
"It wasn't my Fuc*ing fault!" I guess Carlisle was talking to Rosalie and Jasper about today.
"Never mind," I sunk back into the couh at half watched the screen. As I did this my mind wandered and I found myself thinking about Jacob, my eyelids began to feel heavy, and I found myself dreaming.
It was christmas I turned to the mirror and appeared to be seventeen, I turned to face the calendar, it read 2038. I turned back to the mirror and looked down where I found a family portrait. I saw Carlisle, Esme, Rosalie, Emmett, Jasper, Alice, Edward, Bella, and Jacob, all smiling. Not just fake let's take a picture smiles, true, real smiles. Then there was me, I had a smile on my face, but my eyes said something totall different, it was pain, and sorrow. I walked into the family room and was greeted by the same people in the picture, it broke my heart not to see Nick there, and as I looked around my eyes landed on my abdomen. It was huge, and even though I had always hoped to some day have a baby I was disgusted by it. It was Jacobs I could somehow tell, and I hated that idea so I walked into the kitchen grabbed a knife and brought it back. Preparing to stab myself everyone leaned forward, but it was too late, I had already dug the knife into me, and most likely the baby as well.
I was jerked awake by Alice's gasp, "you wouldn't really? Would you Renesmee?" she almost cried.
I realized she was grasping my hand, so I tried to remember, what I had just seen. My head shook, as the images rushed through my head. The last being the knife digging into me.
"No, no, Never. I would NEVER do that," I croaked, gripping her hands tighter.
"Maybe you should go home, Nick is probably waiting for you," Alice drove me home, and I didn't even say hello to Nick before I was asleep in bed.
I am SO SO sorry I haven't updated in FOREVER, but I have hardly been home, these past weeks, plus I had a book report. Any way I hope you enjoyed it, and if you have any ideas of where to go next in the story feel free to tell me.