Okay, so here's another chapter....

9. An Almost De Ja Vu

Aunt Alice literally screamed at the top of her lungs when she found out. She begged me to tell everything that happened, but instead, Mom promised in my place. According to her, I needed my rest. I put my hand to her face, showing everything that happened which, in one way or another, was very embarrassing.

"It's almost like when Edward confessed," she said after I'd finished. "I bet you were in the same meadow." I touched her hand. Kate had taught me how to project, but I hadn't tried it until now.

Wouldn't the Volturi attack again?

"Of course not," she reassured. "Now go to sleep." Almost instantly, the darkness swelled and ate me.

I opened my eyes in the meadow. I was alone. Then, I saw the russet wolf peek at me. I ran through the forest, trying to outrun him. When I finally caught up, he lifted me up and we began dancing. Both of us were smiling as we turned. We did this over and over, laughing as we went. We must have been spinning too much because the image began fading away.

"Good Morning, sleepyhead," I heard my father's voice say. His typical fathering instincts were kicking in. He doesn't want his little girl gone so he's spending as much time with her as possible.

"Why do I feel like you're my mind-reader?" he groaned. I snuggled closer to his cold, rock-hard body.

"Don't worry," I said. "I'll be here for as long as you need me." I smiled.

History with Aunt Rose later that day was a bit interesting. Today's topic was the Italian Riviera. She kept droning on about the histories of each city. The class was too amazed to get bored.

"Now, in . . . Volterra," she said the word through gritted teeth. "They celebrate a holiday called 'St. Marcus Day.' On that particular day, everyone is dressed in red and street parties are held everywhere. The festival is a well-known tourist attraction. It also has a tradition, which serves as much of a joke, that the children sometimes wear a false set of vampire teeth." She said the last sentence with much strain. Leila McHessie's hand flew in the air. Aunt Rose called on her.

"Why is the festival of St. Marcus held?" she asked.

"Well, legend tells us that long ago, Volterra was full of vampires that attacked all the innocent humans. According to that legend, it was St. Marcus who drove them away," she replied. "Which, by the bloody hell way, isn't true," she added, just enough for me to hear.

"Now," she continued. "We're done with Italy. Are there any more questions?" The class remained silent. "Good, because now, it's time to push that away . . ." she literally pushed the maps, charts and books off the desk so that she could sit "and talk about something much more interesting . . . like prom." At the final word, everyone got excited immediately.

"The History department was asked to take care of prom this year and they chose me to be the project head.

"We've decided that this year's prom theme would be the Italian Riviera. For the event, I'd like all of you to dress up in your most Italian-inspired dress or suit. I'll be assigning several people for various tasks to be taken care of.

"May I ask Miss Vanessa Masen to stand up?" she said. I bolted upright. "Now your brother Edward told me that you're a composer and a singer, is that correct?"

"Yes."

"Well, we've been having problems about prom souvenirs and music, since the committee wanted something new. So would you like to record an album for the prom?" She said the question as if asking me if I would like something to drink.

"What?" I asked. I wasn't sure I heard right.

"Well, I asked my senior class about this little glitch and Edward said you write songs. I pitched this idea to the committee and they said yes," she explained. "So, are you in?"

"Yeah, definitely!" I replied enthusiastically. Me, a recording artist at six?!

"Great. I'll meet you after school today." Just then, the bell rang. "Guess that ends class. Vanessa, I'd like to arrange our schedule for later."

The rest of the class exited the room. When the coast was clear, I hugged Aunt Rose tightly.

"Thank you! Thank you, like, a million times!" I said.

"Thank your father. He's the one who told me," she replied. "Now, the committee would like to see you after your last class. I'll tell Emmett to let you off early. I don't see any possible problems . . . you have more than enough inspiration . . . "

"You know about me and Jacob? Already?"

"Of course," she replied. "It was last night's topic. Edward wasn't there, though."

"I woke up with him beside me," I replied.

"Afraid of losing his little girl so soon."

"That's what I thought."

"Oh well, boys will be boys, vampires will be vampires," she said nonchalantly. "Off with you to class now. I don't want anything red on your permanent record."

"Thanks again."

"I'll see you later."

My high school life was turning out to be good after all. Biology, lunch and the other subjects came and went quickly.

"Hey, Jake," I said as soon as I saw him in class.

"You had a nice night?" he asked, sitting next to me on the bench, his sweltering hand holding mine.

"It was okay . . . I woke up with Dad beside me," I explained. He immediately looked alarmed. "No, you're not facing the firing squad yet. Just being like any father on his only daughter."

"Rosalie talked about prom," he said nonchalantly. I tried to project again.

Wow. You called her Rosalie!

"I better be good if I want to see you," he replied. "You wanna go to prom together?"

"Hmm . . . let me guess . . ." I said in mock thought. "Oh, yeah that's it. Of course I do, Jake."

"And we'll all go to our Volturi friends for advice on what to wear," he joked. I laughed with him.

I only had P.E. for half an hour before Aunt Rosalie excused me from class. A few of my classmates, including Kathy, were angry to see Aunt Rosalie flirting with Uncle Em and vice versa. I stifled a laugh.

Jacob gave me a questioning look.

"It's a surprise," I replied slyly before swooping down and kissing him on the lips once. I picked up my bag and headed for the door.

I know you'll all hate me but that's all the ammunition I've got left...i'll come back...soon....

P.S. there'll be a chapter about the album Nessie's making

xoxo, bye for now

:'(