Disclaimer: I will admit. Twilight is not mine.
Renesmee POV
In my hand I held a diary. Not any diary. My father's diary. It was the diary of a vampire, one who had fought many self-conflicts. I took no hesitance in opening it up. It was on a random page. I read it to myself in my mind, afraid someone downstairs would hear me if I whispered.
Today Alice and I had a chess match. I can honestly say that it was not like anything I had done before, uniquely different from any normal board game. We sat there for hours, neither of us winning. Eventually I asked her who was going to win. She immediately replied she was going to beat me. I had no idea if she was lying. Even a mind reader falters when trying to determine what a semi-maniac is thinking.
I laughed quietly. Alice really did seem insane sometimes. I heard light footsteps coming up the stairs. Immediately fearing punishment I placed the diary inside my jacket, folding it into a bundle. Emmett opened the door, meeting my innocent looking eyes. "What are you doing in here?"
I shrugged. "Exploring."
"Come on," he said.
I nodded and followed him out fo the room. At least I still had the diary to sneak through.
