A/N: Look! Two chapters in one day! What?! And more to come soon! :) Enjoy! Oh and there is a little surprise at the end of the chapter...

***Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight.***

Our stories changed again, when we moved to Troy. Rosalie and Jasper were the Hale twins again, and Edward was Carlisle and Esme's adopted son like when they lived in Forks. However, this time, Nessie was posing as Edward's little sister. Looking like a thirteen year old, we really couldn't use the "she's our adopted daughter" story anymore. Esme was supposedly home schooling both of them, and for the first time, I had to play Edward's girlfriend instead of his wife. We decided that I was Emmett's little sister who had graduated high school a year early and was a freshman in college. Of course I conveniently happened to be going to the same college as my older brother and his girlfriend in the city where my boyfriend had just moved. Alice, Jasper's girlfriend was also attending the same college as the rest of us. This was the most complicated story I had seen my family come up with yet, but if it worked, I wasn't going to question it.

As for our ages, Rosalie and Jasper were 20 and sophomores in college. Alice and I were freshmen, but I was 17 almost 18 and she was 19 since I supposedly graduated a year early. Emmett was posing as a junior and was 21. Edward was a 17 year-old senior in high school, and Nessie was a 13 year-old eighth grader. Carlisle was of course working as a doctor, and he and Esme were claiming to be 27. I was taking the fewest classes out of all of us, two a week, both to keep up the charade and to make Edward happy that I was experiencing college while still having time to spend with my family.

Personally, I kind of hated our new family story not only because I couldn't use my wedding rings to scare off annoying flirty guys or tell people that Edward was my husband. The worst part was calling Nessie my boyfriend's little sister. I could deal with the annoying boys that flocked around me while I was on campus, but when Edward and Nessie came to pick me up after class one day, I had to introduce her to a girl in my class as Edward's sister, and it was awful. I also hated that my little girl had to call Edward and I by our first names in public, something that took her a little while to get used to and led to a few awkward but also kind of funny situations. Honestly though, despite how much I hated it, this was something I needed to get used to since she would be my sister in public in one way or another for the rest of our lives. At least at home I was still her Momma and Edward was still her Daddy. She ended up dropping the Aunts and Uncles from everyone else's names though, saying it made it easier to remember in public. She even stopped calling Carlisle and Esme Grandpa and Grandma except on special occasions or when she really wanted something. The one and only perk of this new story was that since it was so complicated, no one ever made us explain the whole thing more than once.

Other than the extremely complicated family story, we all liked living in Troy fairly well. It was plenty cloudy and rainy, though not quite as much as Forks ever was, so we skipped classes a little more often than the avid student but not enough to draw attention. Our housing situation was really neat. Esme designed it so that the main house with the living room, kitchen, dining room, a bathroom, a game room, and Carlisle's office was in the center, and four smaller houses containing only each couple's bedroom and closets surrounded it. Ours was the largest since it also included a bathroom and bedroom for Nessie.

Nessie's new dance studio ranked class difficulties with the same system as her studio in Pittsburgh, and she ended up in Ballet C and Jazz C along with a Pointe A class after some begging on her part. She was now at the studio two nights a week—her ballet and jazz classes were Tuesdays and pointe was Wednesday—and she still loved it. Pointe was difficult for her, not because it was actually hard, but because she had to seem to struggle with it some at first. She was determined though, and after a lot of work was able to make it look like she was actually at a beginner level and slowly improved throughout the year.

I could tell that she was trying not to get so attached or get too close with the other dancers, but being the sweet girl who she was, making friends was hard to avoid. Her best friend was still Jacob though, who continued to come visit twice a month. We—Edward, Renesmee, and I—also made a trip to Forks for Charlie and Sue's wedding in early December. Most of the guests were werewolves, so we didn't have to explain Nessie to them, but to Charlie's friends we had to introduce Renesmee as Seth's friend since he was closest to her physical age. Thankfully they were having a fairly small wedding.

We were there for a week to help them get everything finished up before hand, and the three of us enjoyed staying in our cottage again, even if only for a short time. Nessie spent most of the week hanging out in La Push with Jake except when he was busy doing patrols and such. This was more often than usual since two members of his pack were involved in the wedding seeing as they were soon to be my stepsiblings. One day, when Edward and I were helping decorate the church, having to go human speed since Sue and some of the church staff were there too, I started cracking up when I realized that the werewolves were about to get a vampire as a sister. Who would have thought? When Edward asked what was so funny, I explained, and he got a kick out of it as well.

The hardest part about being home for the wedding wasn't avoiding Mike Newton, who happened to be in town for the weekend. It wasn't even convincing Charlie's few friends in attendance that the changes in my appearance were only from my being two years older. The hardest part was seeing Charlie's face when he saw how big Nessie had gotten. He knew she aged quickly, but their recent communications had been through email since he had been busy with wedding planning and work, and she couldn't pass for a teenager last time he saw her. He muttered the phrase "need to know" under his breath that week about a hundred times, and I knew that this meant the rest of Charlie and Renesmee's relationship would have to be through email if at all. Thankfully, despite the fact that Charlie and Sue sent them an announcement, Renee and Phil would not be attending the wedding. If they were, I wouldn't be able to go since my mom hadn't seen me since I became a vampire, and for all she knew I was still attending Dartmouth. I had been emailing her less and less lately, feeding her excuse after excuse as to why I couldn't see her. I knew that eventually I would have to get Carlisle and Esme to break the news of my death to her, but I was putting it off for the time being.

The wedding was beautiful, and although it was a little weird seeing my dad get married, I was glad to know that he would have Sue to take care of him. Even though Nessie loved being home at our cottage and spending the week with Jake, she hated missing dance and was thrilled to go home that Sunday. Plane rides were no longer the huge event they had been when we went to Kate's bridal shower, and Nessie spent the entire flight with her headphones in, listening to classical music and reading Jane Eyre. Her obsession with music of all kinds came from Edward, but her love of reading and classic books was definitely something she got from me.

After Christmas, Nessie asked Edward and I if she could sign up for a hip-hop class her studio going to start offering. We couldn't deny her anything, especially when she looked up at us with her big brown eyes and gave us a pouty look she had perfected at a young age. So, of course we said yes. She was still our little girl who was really only three, and we were all still wrapped around her finger. Hip-hop didn't last long anyways. It seemed we had finally found something our little Renesmee couldn't do. Every time I picked her up after the hip-hop class she complained about how her teacher said she needed to be more edgy and less graceful, something she was having a very hard time with. After two months, she declared that she was done with hip-hop and was going to focus on her ballet, jazz, and pointe.

For my second semester of college, I only signed up for one class because I wanted more time at home with my family, and I enjoyed it a lot more. Spending more time with Edward and Nessie at home as a family was cathartic after a hectic beginning of the year full of changes. Nessie was at the studio rehearsing more and more as her recital drew closer, and with her lessons which were now at an 11th grade level on top of that, she stayed fairly busy. Alone time with Edward was great, but I couldn't wait for the summer. The whole family, including our cousins from Denali, was going to spend the summer on Isle Esme. Jacob had been invited too, but he couldn't stay all summer because he had other responsibilities, namely his pack and taking care of Billy. After a little convincing from Nessie though, Jake agreed to come stay for two weeks at the end of June. He was also coming to see Nessie's recital like he did every year, and once he reminded her of that fact, it was all she could talk about for a week. Sometimes I wondered if their separation was making them closer.

Edward and I had given Renesmee an iPhone for Christmas, which she used to text Jake pretty much daily. She also continued to email Emily, who was nine now, making it a little easier for Nessie to talk to her like she was around the same age. Nessie's tone in her emails was a little mature for the eight year-old Emily thought she was, but I shrugged it off. After all, I had always been mature for my age, and I didn't see why Nessie couldn't be a little mature for her supposed age too. I also knew how hard it was to keep in touch by email. Angela had emailed me the other day asking how college life was going and what Edward and I thought of Dartmouth. My response contained a few snippets of truth, like my annoyance with guys flirting with me and having to constantly explain how I am not available. However, most of it was outright fiction. I made up majors for us, talked about classes neither of us were taking, and told her a little bit about the small house that no one was currently living in. At least I had seen pictures of the place, so I was able to tell her about somewhere that actually existed.

All in all, our year living in Troy, Michigan was not a bad one. It was busy and eventful, but I had my family, and we were all safe and happy. And I think that would be considered a good year by most people's standards, mine included.

A/N: Here's your special surprise! The chapter titles of the rest of the outtakes I promise I will write: The Volvo or Nothing, Momma in Public, Bella at Home, An Interesting Phone Call, Bella They're Your Siblings, Just Agree to Try, Talking with a Three Year Old

Also, after this chapter, there are going to be 4 more plus the epilogue. And, I'm already almost half way through with writing the next chapter!