The doors to the bus opened. I gulped. I didn't want to get on but knew I had too.

"Good morning, coming aboard?" The bus driver smiled a toothy grin. He wore a blue ball cap on his head, making the sides of his black bushy hair stick out in every direction.

I didn't say a word. I didn't even move.

The tiny hairs on the back of my neck stood up. Without taking a breath to smell his scent I knew what he was; he was a werewolf. He was a nice werewolf, otherwise he wouldn't be here because only good monsters are allowed in Seabrook with humans.

But still, I was scared. Upon moving to Seabrook, I had only been around vampires and humans and nothing more. It was all I've ever known.

"It's okay, Nessie. Go on." Grandma put her hand on my back, giving me a gentle push.

"I want to go to school too." Ryland said, trying to free himself from Grandma's grip and run past me.

He tried to ram me with his head, the way a bull would. Without looking at him I knew he looked funny, and I heard some of the kids on the bus laugh.

"I wanna go to school!" He said again.

"You will in a few years." Grandma reassured him as he began to cry.

"Hurry up, new girl!" A boy's voice called from inside the bus. With the sound of his voice the other kids started to get loud and rowdy.

"First day?" The bus driver asked me. I nodded my head. "You'll have fun at school, but we better get going. I am on a schedule and there's a few more kids to pick up." Though he was in a bit of a rush he was very kind.

"Go on, sweetie." Grandma urged me.

"No!" Ryland cried.

Hearing Ryland's little voice say that one word snapped me out of being scared, well sort of. I turned to him at the same time Grandma picked him up, holding him in her arms as tears dripped down his chubby cheeks. For a second, and not for the first time in my life, I wished to have my daddy's talent and be able to hear people's minds without needing a physical touch to do so. That way I would know just what my cousin was thinking instead of guessing that he didn't want me to go because he would miss me. That's what I was guessing since I would miss him and Grandma too.

"You're too young for school. But I'll tell you how it is this afternoon when I get home." I promised my baby cousin.

"Okay." He said sadly. He really wanted to go to school because he wants to do everything I do.

I said a quick goodbye to my family and got on the bus speedy quick. Before I took a seat the scent of full vampires, werewolves, Frankensteins, and the faint smell of humans and zombies assaulted my nose. It was weird to smell all those smells together and know I would be going to school with all these miscreation's.

I was feeling shy and didn't look at any of the other kids as I took an empty seat in the third roll and the bus started moving. I stared out the window, breathing in the odd mixture of everyone's scent and trying to get used to it.

With my heightened vampire sense of smell there was no need for me to look around the bus to know who was already on. Taking a deep breath, I already figured out that there were seven Frankensteins, five werewolves, and three vampire kids all scattered around. Everyone but the vampire kids smelled gross.

"Hey, new kid." A werewolf girl - who sat behind me - that didn't sound very nice, taped me on my shoulder.

"My name is Nessie, not "new kid." So don't call me that." I corrected her without turning around. I kept looking out the window.

"Okay." She stretched out the word in a snotty way. "Is your brother an immortal child?"

"No. My cousin is half human and half vampire like I am." I answered curtly.

Seabrook was the one place where it was okay to create immortal children. Though there was one condition, the child had to be over eight-years-old. That way they wouldn't act like babies or very young children for the rest of forever since full vampire's minds can't grow the way Ryland's and my brains can.

Another way that Ryland and I are both different from immortal children is that we are able to grow and sleep. We are like normal kids in that way, for now. However, we will stop all of that when we reach fifteen-years-old. Then we will look that age for forever and no longer need sleep.

I know all that about hybrids because my grandpa did research, starting from the moment I was in my mommy's tummy. Back then he hadn't meant anyone like me - none of my family had but they were excited to meet me, especially my daddy. He was very excited about me from the start since he wanted to be a daddy but didn't think he could.

Even though he was happy that he and my mom were going to have me, he didn't know what to expect. So, he decided to search for hybrids while Grandpa did research in books.

Thanks to the wonderful technology of Facebook, which the vampire police don't have access to because they are very old school. My dad, my aunts and uncles ended up finding others like me on the other side of the world, where my kind is more common. By getting in contact with other parents of hybrids my parents were better prepared for me.

Being prepared helped them not be shocked when I started growing all of my baby teeth and walking before I was six months old. That was when my family moved to Michigan and my grandparents started putting baby gates all over the house to keep me from walking up or down the stairs or in the kitchen or bathrooms alone.

"That explains why you smell so weird, Nessie." The mean girl laughed saying my name like it meant something else. Something bad.

I sat there not saying anything. I wasn't sure what to say since I wasn't used to people acting rude or mean to me. I did my best to ignore her.

"Nessie?" A few kids said at the same time from the back of the bus. I didn't turn, I knew they weren't saying it to get my attention because they wanted to talk to me, but because they never heard of such an unusual name and thought it was funny to say. That's why they ended up giggling.

My name is not common at all and can't be found in any book of baby names. That's because my mom made it up when she found out I was growing in her tummy and wanted to have a name for me.

Mommy and Daddy found out about me when they were back East, living in a little farmhouse. That was when they were keeping a low profile in the countryside in New York because a pack of three evil vampires wanted to attack my mom because she smelled really good when she was human. She says things like that always happen to her.

The horrible vampires caught my mom's scent when she and my daddy were on their second date. It was during a family baseball game on a stormy night in Forks. My dad did everything to protect my mom and keep her safe because they are in love. That's why he kept her human for so long.

When mom found out she was going to my mom she started thinking of baby names. She thought of a lot of common names for me, but nothing fit so she started mashing together the names of both of my grandma's. Renee, who is her mom and whom I have never met and Esme, who is my daddy's mom and is the only grandma I know. Which ended up being Renesmee when she put the names together.

It's a very different name, there's no denying that. My parents thought it would be a unique name since they thought I was the only one of my kind, since at the time they didn't know that a human and vampire could have a baby together. My Uncle Em likes to joke that they found out about that the hard way, whatever that means.

My parents also decided to make a meaningful and unique name for my middle name, which is Carlie. The C is for Carlisle, my daddy's dad, who is the only grandpa I have ever known. The rest is for my mommy's dad Charlie, who I most likely will never meet because he lives far away in a place called Forks, Washington. He doesn't know about me.

"What kind of name is that?" A boy laughed, snapping me out of my thoughts. He wasn't talking to me but to his friend who responded with a snide remark that I must be part Loch Ness monster.

I rolled my eyes and kept my mouth shut.

It didn't take long for the bus to erupt with laughter caused by my name that most of the kids thought was silly. It hurt my feelings that they made jokes about my name, but I tried to play it off that I didn't hear a word they were saying. Though for once, I was grateful that I didn't have my daddy's gift. How awful it would be to have to endure the teasing of spoken words as well as to hear their mean unspoken words at the same time.

As we drove from Vampireville into Zombietown to pick up more kids, the bus got louder. Really, really loud.

The mean kids kept teasing me and the bus driver pulled over to the side of the road. He stood up in front of the bus and called for everyone to be quiet. Once he had everyone's attention, he began to read the bus safety rules to everyone, because he said that some kids seemed to have forgotten that the bus is a safe space. Which meant there was no teasing or bullying of any kind. That was good to know.

Everyone settled down before the end of the no bullying lecture was over. Everything was calm and quiet by the time we picked up four zombie kids at the first stop in Zombietown.

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