It's not my favourite chapter, but I hope you like it. I don't own the characters of Twilight.

Bella POV

I was in the middle of painting a pink and yellow flower on a little girl's face when I saw Nessie and her friend . . . Rachelle, I think it was, running by as fast as they could. Well, as fast as the human could.

Now, a good mom would go and see why her daughter is running into the bush away from everything, but a smart mom would let her resolve her issues for herself. It's time like this when I wish I was smart.

"Cindy," I said. "I need to go . . . um . . . back to my cabin for a minute. Can you handle things for a few minutes?"

"Sure."

"Thanks. I'll be back in five. I hope."

I turned and followed Nessie's scent into the forest. I stayed a good distance behind, and tried to be quiet so that she wouldn't know I was following her. They went deeper and deeper into the woods. Finally, I got tired of following, so I ran at vampire speed so that I was in front of them. Nessie was able to stop, but her friend crashed into me.

"Ow," she moaned, "You're hard."

"You're soft," I replied.

"Momma, what are you doing here?" Nessie asked.

"I was gonna ask you the same thing."

"Well, we were running from Rosalie and Victoria." Nessie explained. Hmmm. Rosalie, I could understand. When Rosalie gets mad, well, nobody is safe. But, why Victoria? What did she do this time?

"What did you do?"

"What makes you think we did something?"

"Oh no reason. I thought you were playing tag," I said sarcastically.

"We were. Bye," Nessie said, walking away.

I grabbed her shirt and pulled her back. "Nessie, what did you do?"

"We threw sponges at Rosalie."

"What else did you do?" I asked. There was no way Rosalie would be that mad just because Nessie threw a sponge at her. Well, I guess it is possible . . .

"Well, that's the thing," Nessie said.

"What?" I asked warily.

"There was paint on the sponge."

"Nessie! Paint? What were you thinking?" I screamed.

"It was funny."

Oh, of course. "So what did you do to Victoria?"

"Nothing. She just saw what I did to Auntie Rose."

"Auntie Rose?" Rachelle piped up. Damn! What is it with this kid? She already knows that I am Nessie's mom and that Edward is her dad. Does she have to know about Rosalie too? Is she gonna find out that we're vampires next?

"Rosalie is my sister," I explained.

"Oh, that makes sense." Yes, it does. Thank God.

"Yup. But what doesn't make sense is why you two keep acting up."

"We told you," Nessie said, "It's funny."

"No, it's not. You guys have to stop."

"You're not my mother. You can't tell me what to do." Rachelle piped up.

"That may be true, but I am a counselor, and you're a camper, so you have to listen to me."

"Shit," she mumbled.

"Language," I reminded her.

"Poop."

I rolled my eyes. "Okay, guys. Let's go back, and I hate to say this, but you have to apologize to Rosalie.

"No way! She's gonna kill us!" Nessie exclaimed.

"No she won't," I assured her. Then again . . .

"She might."

"She won't. let's just go."

We walked back to the carnival. Nessie and Rachelle sat on the steps, and I went back to face painting. I honestly didn't know what I was going to do with her. The human, I could do nothing about, but Nessie . . . She has been spending way too much time with Emmett. I don't know what to do.