I own : a full tank of gas so I can head to my parents' for two weeks, sans parents… maybe some writing will get done :)

I don't own : Twilight (any of it) or the music I make reference to (well, I do have it on iTunes and some on CDs, but I don't think that's what they're talking about…)

RPOV (Renesmee)

Pulling both the Disneyworld water globe and my miniature Eiffel Tower replica, I contemplated which I should place on the glass bedside table along with my framed photo of Mom, Dad, and I.

Such are the minor problems, according to Alice.

Before I placed the globe alongside the photo, I shifted the few other world figure replicas to accommodate the tower's placement. "Perfect," I whispered to myself.

Mom and Dad had headed over to Grandma's to get more boxes, while I busied myself decorating my/Grandpa Charlie's room to my liking. I had insisted from the very moment Mom said we were moving into the house that I would take Grandpa's room. Not only because I was completed creped out to be sleeping in the room I was… created in, but also, I wanted to feel closer to him.

What better way to achieve this than to occupy his former bedroom?

Besides, there weren't many other options unless I enjoyed sleeping on the couch or in the bathtub.

Stashing the now empty box I was working on unpacking outside my door, I pulled the next one onto my new queen-sized bed to begin unpacking it as well. The new bed was a necessity; there was no way in this century, or any other for that matter, that I was sleeping in the bed that Grandpa Charlie and his wife did the nasty in…

Oh for the love of God! Gross!

But, I digress… the tape gave way to my nails without any trouble and I didn't even try to fight the smile when I saw what the box contained: my memory books.

I had given up long ago on keeping just one book of my favorite photos and mementos. The first book, the one that was Daddy's favorite since it was how he learned all about me in the beginning, was nearly twenty years of memories and weighted a good ten pounds because of all the extra pages and bindings I had been forced to add to house the keepsakes.

I agree that it wasn't really a logical solution to the problem of remembering where you have been. Nope, that is why I had decided to made a book for each place we had resided, along with whatever places we visited in between.

I pulled the first, and largest, book out of the box, carefully, and placed it upon the cubed bookshelf that held the majority of my possessions. Walking faster than most humans, I went over to grab the next book, Polson, Montana. We lived there for three years. I had taken countless pictures of Flathead Lake on rainy days, cloudy days, and even the random sunny day when I was able to get away from the rest of the family. I also had pictures of Rachel, Natalie, and Kristen. They were the sweetest girls to me there. And of course, I had pictures of Cody and Jeffrey…

The next book I pulled out was Odell, Oregon. This particular book was the thinnest, seeing as we only lived there were just under a year. I didn't have as many friends there, well if I'm honest, I didn't any besides my family. I did have Matt at Mount Hood National Park, though…

I smiled, remembering his eyes; they matched the waters of Hood River perfectly.

Then, of course, was the miscellaneous book. It held memories of Alaska with Grandma and Grandpa, Isle Esme with Mom and Dad, Paris with Aunt Alice and Uncle Jasper, and the Amazon with Uncle Emmett and Aunt Rose. Needless to say, the Amazon was Em's idea, not Rose's or mine. Three words: no running water. Vampires still want running water; just for your information.

The most recent book, Dryden, Ontario, was where we were last. Again, I didn't have too much of a social life except for the family, however, I did have a few notes that Mikel and I passed back and forth in Trig. He was sweetheart, but completely terrified of Dad, although he only met him once and knew him as my brother-in-law. Apparently, he could be intimidating in any authority figure position.

I was used to hiding certain parts of my love life from Dad, from all of them really. Dad reading the minds of myself and the ones I confide in was a pesky annoyance, but it seemed like it was an insurance of sorts for him. Got to keep me under lock and key, I suppose…

The truth was as much as I love my entire family, Mom and Dad especially, I wanted to break free just a bit… I wanted to have somewhat of a private life in the towns we invested so much time in. I barely spent time alone with my friends unless it was monitored in some way or another… or if I snuck away.

Mom was right… I'm good at sneaking out, but Daddy made it difficult…

~X~

Two days later and I was enrolled in Forks High. I was now a Spartan to go along with all the other mascots I had represented in the last twenty years or so.

Mom and Dad had come with me, under the guise of being my sister and future brother-in-law, to enroll me as Renesmee Alice Swan. It was interesting going by my original name. I had been a Swan, a Cullen, a Hale, and even a Masen in the past; but with everything else about me being practically false, it felt good to have something stay true.

To everyone here I was one the granddaughters of Charlie Swan; one of the daughters of Isabella Swan. Mom ended up having her legal records show that her name is Anna Isabella Swan, but she was telling people that she "prefers" to go by Bella. Having "mother and daughter" both "legally" named the same name would be a bit confusing for anyone. We also claimed that our "mother" had passed away a few years back. The only ones that would dispute that were Sue and the other La Push Wolves, but they had their own secrets to guard.

Either way, for all intents and purposes, I was a junior transferred to Forks High with my sister and her finance, along with a rather large extended family on his side that we are all close to.

A bit of a stretch? Maybe, but have you seen those stories of people having mothers that are also their sisters. I read the other day about a teenage girl that found out her father was actually her uncle and she found out about it when she was sixteen. Her "uncle/dad" found out when she was eight.

Our family could be so much more dysfunctional.

Walking through the main hallway, I made my way to my locker. I had about ten minutes before first period let out and then I needed to go to English. I dialed in the combination and then hung my shoulder bag from the door as I stripped my grey winter jacket off to hang inside.

Closing my locker door and turning to walk down to the east hallway, I nearly bumped right into a tall black-haired guy. "Oh, I'm sorry, I wasn't expecting anyone to be in the hallways right now…" I apologized as he tripped trying to avoid me.

The man, who I could have easily pushed to the ground if I hadn't had better reflexes, smiled while catching himself and then pulling a hand through his shaggy black hair. "No, its fine, my fault." He fiddled with the whistle around his neck before continuing. "Are you new?"

I smiled, playing the good new student, while holding out my hand to the man. "Yeah, actually, just transferred today; I'm Renesmee Swan. And you are?"

His eyes became big and his hand tightened as he grasped my own. "… I'm… I'm amazed…"

A/N: Who do you think the mystery guy is? Hint: He is not a high school aged boy… ;)

There was your taste of Renesmee without being watched by her "Daddy." I hope it's clear that although she is clearly the baby of the family, she is not, however, as innocent as she lets them all think. Just mischievous, but who could blame her?

Anyways, I am so happy that this next update is out so soon after the other. I'm working on so many projects right now; both fan fiction and teaching related. Just be patient and put me on update alerts because current or new stories could be updated anytime this summer :)

As always, Enjoy and Review to give me inspiration!

~kmwhyte