Renesmee
As we ran home, Alice explained to me why they had shown up and made me leave Ryan's so fast. "I had a vision, Ness, of Ryan and you. The Volturi had you and were deciding what to do with you. I-I couldn't let that happen," Alice was perfectly distressed over the ordeal and my father put his arm around her.
"Renesmee, you promised us when we moved here that you wouldn't tell anyone our secret," my mother sighed, shaking her head. "First Jacob, now this. What does this boy have over you?"
"Mom, I just really like him. And maybe I'm sick of being what I am. Maybe I wish I didn't have this secret to keep. I wish I was normal!" I exclaimed throwing my arms in the air. My mother sighed once again.
"Honey, you aren't normal. I'm sorry you have this burden but there is nothing we can do to change it. You just have to accept it."
At least you had a choice in the matter, I thought and crossed my arms.
"Nessie, don't think things toward your mother that way," my father warned. God, is anything sacred?! I screamed with my mind and my father looked disapprovingly at me.
We finally arrived home and my parents decided to have a talk with Carlisle and Esme about whether or not we should move or pull me out of school since I 'obviously wasn't mature enough to handle this', as my mother said.
They sent me to my room and they went to converse in Carlisle's study. After awhile I became bored and went to stare out the window, since I had nothing better to do. I saw a dark blue truck coming up the drive, one that looked an awful lot like Ryan's. Sure enough, Ryan got out of the car and walked to the front door. I heard the door bell ring and my father yelled up to me telling me not to answer. Ryan then went around the back.
Oh my God, Jacob, Seth, and Embry were back there, I knew. Doing what, I had no idea. Ryan was back there before I could warn them. And then he ran back to his car, scared for his life. I ran down the stairs and to the front door, where he looked at me-for one terrified second- and was off.
"Papa?!" I called Carlisle and they all came to me, fast. "He knows. Ryan knows about the wolves," I panted and my parents looked at me, alarmed.
"He saw them?"
"Yes, he saw them. God, Mom, he knows. What have I done?" I cried.
"Ness, no need for these added dramatics," Carlisle told me. "But I guess we'll have to figure out what we're going to do with him. He knows about the wolves, but not about us. As long as that is all he knows, we should all be okay."
I nodded. "I'm pretty sure that's it. At the worst, he'll just think all of us are wolves."
The others nodded solemnly. Esme spoke next, "Let's hope that's all he can figure out."