A Little note from the author's mother (JenERoseCullen).

This Halloween story was written last year by HogwartsSongBird when she was seven-years-old. Preview. Previously, it was on my account but she wanted me to upload it to hers. So, if you feel like you have read this story before, you probably have. This story was originally published on 10-18-2021.

- This is just a fanfiction told by a child. If events are not logical regarding vampires, hybrids, zombies, or any other mythical creature, please don't read too much into it. It's meant to be fun and enjoyable. Happy reading. :))

- Disclaimer: SM owns all the Twilight characters and Disney owns all the characters from Disney Zombies. The little author known as HogwartsSonBird is just playing around with them.

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Autumn leaves of red, brown, yellow, and orange crunched underneath my feet. A breeze blew around me making the leaves kick up and swivel around me.

I adjusted my violet backpack as my feet carried me down the street of Vampireville in the town of Seabrook. Each house I passed by was fabulously decorated for the upcoming holiday, Halloween. As much as I like to admire the spooky decorations, I didn't. I wasn't having a good morning and my mood was very sour. Even more sour than a yucky lemon.

The smell of sugar and spice and everything nice filled the air and made its way to my nose. It smelled weird. It was coming from a cute little house with a white picket fence that looked like it belonged on the human side of Seabrook, or maybe even in a fairy tale. I stopped and stared at the fairy tale house, wondering how come some vampires are able to stand the aroma of human food when it smells bad to me and I'm half human.

"Come on, Nessie." Grandma urged as she walked in front of me, holding on tightly to Ryland's hand so he wouldn't run away. Usually she puts his kid lease with the monkey backpack on him, but this morning she couldn't find it. It seemed to have disappeared. "We don't have much time to get you to the bus stop. You don't want to be late, dear."

"Don't I?" I wondered under my breath.

Grandma gave me a look as if to tell me not to have an attitude. But other than giving that look, she didn't say anything.

I started walking faster. I was now behind my Grandma and my little Sour Patch Kid, which is my nickname for Ryland, for obvious reasons. Because he's often sour then he's sweet. Just like a real sour patch kid.

Ryland is my baby cousin who's also a hybrid like me. He's two-years-old but most people think he's five-years-old since he's tall and can talk very well when he wants to. He has strawberry blond hair and ocean blue eyes. He's very cute and can be super sour sometimes, but then be very sweet two seconds later. That's just the nature of a toddler, or so I am told by everyone in my family.

My Uncle Emmett and Aunt Rose found him in Australia hours after he was born while they were on their honeymoon. That was after we flew to Paris for their wedding they have once every decade. When they found him he was all alone since his mother had died giving birth to him. His father was nowhere to be found. Since he needed a mommy and a daddy, they adopted him and he became part of our family.

Grandma stopped walking and looked back at me. A sympathetic smile spread across her face as she put her left hand out to me and I took it. Her loving hand held mine and suddenly my bad morning didn't seem so horrible.

"It's perfectly fine to be nervous about going to school for the first time." She said as we began walking. "You're nervous now but I know you'll like school once you get settled in. You'll make friends and have a good day."

"How do you know?" I wondered.

"Because," Grandma began thoughtfully. "Each of my children, your aunts and uncles and your daddy too, were all nervous the very first time they went to school in their second life. But all of them were fine and you will be too."

I thought about what she said. In a way her words made me feel better. Especially knowing that there was a time that my daddy was nervous about starting school because he didn't look scared when he and mommy went to their first day of Seabrook High School two weeks ago. My aunts and uncles didn't seem nervous about going to college either, and none of them seemed the tiniest bit frightened to get part-time jobs. But if there was a time that they were scared to start school, they weren't now; maybe there was hope for me too. Maybe one day I won't be nervous either.

"Okay. Maybe this school thing won't be so bad after all." I said and my tummy flopped.

"That's my girl." Grandma smiled.

"Did my daddy ever have to ride the school bus?" I asked, already knowing the answer to that.

Grandma shook her head, giving me a silent 'no'. My mouth turned into a frown.

It wasn't my idea to ride the bus; I didn't want to. I also let everyone know my opinion on that horrible idea when my parents enrolled me in school when we first moved into the neighborhood. I was completely outraged. I might have been a bit dramatic, but I really didn't want to ride a bus to school. However, everyone in my family said it would be good for me to have some independence since I was big enough. I disagreed with that.

"Remember," she began. "you'll ride the school bus in the morning and in the afternoon you'll come home with Uncle Jasper."

"I remember." I smiled, feeling better at that.

My uncle was an assistant Social Studies teacher at my school for the upper grades. Though he only worked in the afternoons since he had to go to his college classes in the morning. Even though he wasn't there all day, at least I would know someone at my school in the afternoon. That made me feel better.

"But we must hurry," Grandma said. "We can't be late to the bus stop."

"Late, late, late." Ryland sang as he toddled along, holding Grandma's hand.

I ignored his words. He likes to repeat some words or phrases about a hundred times over because he's little and learning everything. It's annoying but I don't say anything since I used to do that when I was Ryland's age.

Ryland gets on my nerves sometimes but he can be a good playmate, most of the time. Then there's other times, like this morning he stuck a rubber shark covered in blue slime in my hair, causing the hammerhead to get stuck to my beautiful long hair. Grandma scolded Ryland and put him in timeout while she tried to pry the toy from my beautiful locks, with no luck. Each time she tried to separate the shark covered in slime from my hair, I made noises that sounded like someone was performing an exorcism on a cat because it hurt a lot.

Grandma ended up having to trim my hair that everyone says is bronze like my daddy's hair. But I say it's reddish brown because my crayon box has no color that's bronze and matches my hair, or his. Though, if I mix the brown crayon with the red one, it looks more like our hair color when I make a drawing of myself and my huge family. Anyways, now instead of my beautiful hair being long and touching the middle of my back, it's shoulder length. I really didn't want a haircut but grandma said there was no way around it.

Even though I wasn't ready to have my hair chopped off, I like how grandma cut and styled it.

The whole slime and shark fiasco made us run a bit behind schedule. Which put grandma in a tizzy. So did another incident, which was when Ryland got the marker box and drew all over the wall in the downstairs bathroom and the door. It was a very crazy morning, that's for sure.

"We're not really going to be late. Are we, Grandma?" I asked, feeling worried.

As much as I didn't want to go to school - a place I've never been to - I didn't want to be late on my first day. Grandma let go of my hand and took her phone out of her pocket to check the time on the screen.

"Not if we run." She put her phone back in her pocket.

I smiled up at her. She meant that we could run. I mean really run at full vampire speed, well half vampire speed for me, but it's still fun. That's the part I liked about moving to Seabrook, monsters or miscreation, as I like to call us because it just sounds cooler, are known. We don't have to pretend to be human. Which means that we can run super-fast without causing a scene.

"We're late. We're late. We're late." Ryland happily sang.

"No we're not." I said to him.

Ryland smiled his cute good-boy smile and bobbed his head up and down. He looked like a bobble head; it made me giggle.

"You must really like the word "late", my silly boy." Grandma scooped him up in her arms.

He giggled and laughed but didn't say anything more as Grandma and I began to run. We ran down the block, turned the corner and were at the bus stop in no time.

"Late!" Ryland randomly shouted.

"I think that's his favorite word today." I said to Grandma.

"I think so too." She agreed, placing him on the ground.

"At least his favorite word isn't the same as it had been on Friday." I couldn't help but giggle.

"Renesmee Carlie Cullen, don't start." Grandma's tone told me she wasn't amused at what I was about to say.

I got quiet very fast. I knew she meant business not only by the expression on her face but she also used my full name. And when adults use your full name it means you better stop what you are doing and behave. So I did.

Ryland opened his mouth right then to say his favorite word from Friday, but Grandma quickly distracted him. She pointed across the street, right to where a gray squirrel with a very bushy tail and a big acorn in its mouth sat. Rayland quietly watched it as the furry creature ran up a tree.

Even though Ryland was easily distracted because he is a baby, I wasn't. I'm ten-years-old even though I'm the height of an average thirteen-year-old kid. It takes a lot more for a cute little squirrel with a very big bushy tail to distract me.

I began thinking back to last Friday – my last full weekday of staying at home. When Ryland and I were in the playroom playing Chutes and Ladders he started saying "buttocks" over and over and over. It was driving me crazy so I said other words that I thought were synonyms for it. But one word in particular was not. It ended up to be a very bad word, I just didn't know it then. After all, I've heard my daddy and uncles say it in a playful way when they were playing video games together; so I thought it was okay to say. And that's exactly what I said when Grandpa called me into his office for saying the word that he said was very vulgar, if there was no donkey around.

Standing there with Ryland and Grandma as we waited for the school bus, I busted out laughing. Laughing at how professional Grandpa had sounded saying the three letter word I'm not allowed to speak of. He had spoken it, sounding like a doctor as he explained why it wasn't polite to say.

"Renesmee, don't get him started." Grandma warned as she put her hand on my shoulder.

"I won't." I promised. "I wasn't going to say anything bad. I'm only laughing at the memory of Grandpa saying it because it was funny."

Grandma gave me a suspicious look. "Okay. Remember, you are older than Ryland. That means you must set an example and use good words."

"I know." I sighed, wishing that I could show her my memory, then she would know I really wasn't going to say it. Though that wasn't possible since I don't have that gift anymore. "But really, I wasn't going to say that." I insisted.

Grandma nodded her head in understanding but that didn't stop her from going into a small speech that was all about appropriate behavior for school, of course.

I stood there, only half listening. Since I heard this lecture before, my mind went to other places. I started thinking, well, more like wishing that I still had my touch memory gift that I had up until I was five-years-old. That's when my gift - that had been changing since I was a toddler - had finally converted over to touch mind reading that is blocked by no one. That's right, I can even read my mom's mind when her shield is up, that's something my daddy can't do.

By the time Grandma's speech came to an end I promised her that I would be super good at school. That's when we heard the school bus that was two blocks away.

Knowing that I'm a big kid and hugging in front of a bus full of kids is not something you do when you're in fifth-grade, I gave Grandma a hug right then. It quickly turned into a group hug with Ryland in the mix. He attached himself to my leg and announced that it was a group cuddle. He loves group cuddles. But sometimes he gets carried away and his cuddle becomes a tackle since he doesn't know his own strength yet.

After six seconds our group hug came to an end. That's when the butterflies in my tummy – that felt more like dragons – bounced around and made me feel sick.

"I know it's not easy doing something new, but you'll do fine. I know you will." Grandma said to me right out of the blue.

I froze as she put her loving arm around my shoulder while still holding on to Ryland with her other hand. Not understanding how she seemed to know what I was thinking, I gave her my question face. I do the same face that daddy and grandpa do when they are puzzled, with one eyebrow up.

Grandma smiled. "I've been a mother for a very long time. It's easy for me to guess what my children and grandchildren are thinking." She glanced at Ryland and then at me.

"Oh! That explains so much." I said and she agreed.

"Grandma," Ryland tugged on the bottom of her pink blouse. "What am I thinking?"

"Hmmm. Now let's see." She said, sounding like she was deep in thought.

"That's easy." I grinned my crooked smile.

I reached my hand out to his cheek but I didn't touch him. I was only acting like I was going to put my hand to the side of his face to read his mind, even though I really wasn't. Grandma knew it was a bluff since I winked at her but Ryland didn't know.

"No, Nessie! That's cheating." Ryland swatted my hand away.

"Ow!" My hand stung and I shook it.

"Ryland, no hitting." Grandma warned.

"I don't want her to see what's in my brain." He whined.

"I was only pretending." I insisted.

Ryland shook his head and stuck his tongue out at me. It was clear that he didn't believe me. I shrugged it off as Grandma scolded him.

Just then the big yellow bus that had words in big black letters on the side, that read Seabrook Elementary, pulled up right in front of us. The dragons in my tummy fluttered like crazy. I'm sure they were doing backflips and somersaults as I realized I was really and truly going to school for the very first time in my life.

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