Hope you guys are enjoying Renesmee's point of view, as am I!

School

School is crap! I actually preferred my dad home-schooling me. Seriously, I only had to do about 3 hours a day. But here we do double that! 6 hours! It's a criminal offence. Ok maybe not how Tony died, my mom said I laughed when dad burned him with a log, crammed with blazing flames.

Chemistry

I think I like chemistry. Yeah, I do. Our teacher is called Professor Bayton, but he lets us call him Steve. For some reason he told us his age too! He's sixteen.

I think he's a hot human. Now I'll have to hunt before we have chemistry, he's irresistible.

The fiery feeling in my throat started to arouse just when he lit the Bunsen for our first experiment. The one you can make the flame do cool things.

"Renesmee?" My name was being called, but I was day dreaming so much Professor Bay - I mean Steve had to shake me.

"Oops, sorry Steve." I said in my most innocent voice, along with my innocent face to match.

"Its okay, Renesmee, now please sprinkle the iron filings over the flame and observe."

I watched the tiny filings turn into sparks of light. It was beautiful.

I had no idea it was lunchtime only until I looked at my watch.

"Oh CRAP!" I screamed. Steve woke up from his daze he was in. He stared at me and followed me out the classroom.

"Renesmee… Come here a minute…" He spoke in his, dream voice.

"What is it?" I replied, staring deeply into his eyes.

"You… Are like something… Unimaginable, you are adorable, if you don't mind me saying so," He said awkwardly. And he put his hand on my cheek.

"Umm… I need to get my friends right now…" I said "I think you're my SHE teacher too, I'll see you then" and I ran off.

* * *

"Ness!" Simrin and Linsey shouted at the same time. "What took you so long in chemistry?" Simrin was the only one to ask.

"Steve made a move on me" I tried to make it seem I was disgusted, but I went pure scarlet so it didn't work.

"I better go get lunch!" I said quickly and ran off.

* * *

SHE

SHE was crap, neither Linsey nor Simrin were in my class, so there was no one to talk to about Steve.

There was this one girl who constantly stared at me, it was really irritating, 10 minutes into the lesson, we had to go into pairs, unlucky for me, I was made to go with the girl who wouldn't stop staring at me.

We had to do some "acting". We had to discuss about watching a murder, then get into a bigger group of six to act it out. I'd been in this situation twice already, both of them being my fault, so I sat out.

"Come on! Ness, you're too young to witness a murder, otherwise, you would have been asked to present your evidence by the police!" this girl called Sara moaned. I ignored her statement.

Chris came over and sat beside me and put his arm around me, completely oblivious to my heat.

"I have been in this situation too, but I can't remember much, I was only a baby." He said, trying to make me feel better.

"It's happened to me twice, both being my fault." I said, and the tears streamed down my face.

"Chris. Take Renesmee to Pupil Support, and sit with her for a while, please." Steve said.

"Okay, Mr Bayton" So it was only his chemistry class that got to call him Steve?

* * *

All I wanted now was my mom reassuring me I'd done nothing, but Chris took care of that for me. He made me laugh with some of the traditional jokes they have here in Scotland.

"Here's another one," said Chris, he smiled at me, I couldn't help but smile back.

"There was a Scottish man, an English man and an Irish man. They were all standing over a pot…" he started.

"I don't see how this is funny, Chris." I said, confused.

"Shut up, here's the next bit!" and I giggled. "Anyway, what they had to do was shout what they wanted to land in a pot of when they got down. The Scottish man shouted 'Gold' and he landed in a pot of gold. The Irish man shouted 'Guinness' and landed in a pot of Guinness. And the English man forgot that he had to shout it, so as he went down he shouted 'Wee!' and he fell in a pot of wee!" We laughed so hard at the last bit I barely heard him.

"Those made me feel much better Chris! Thank you!" and I gave him a hug, trying to ignore the burning sensation in my throat.

"No problem, Ness" Chris grinned.

We sprinted back up to class to get our bags and stuff but it was pretty amusing to go faster than Chris to see his reaction.

"Is your dad Usian Bolt or something? You're a really fast runner,"

"Nope just plain old Edward Cullen. Ha-ha. My dad's way faster than him!" I couldn't stop laughing. "Thank you" and I smiled.