It's never easy doing something new, that's for sure. Just like it's not easy to adjust to living in a new house when you move, I know that to be true since I have moved so many times in my life for many different reasons. But the hardest thing to have to adjust to, even harder than not knowing your way around a new school, and getting lost a few times, is when no one can get your name right.

My morning teacher, Ms. Baldoza literally thought my name was Raspberry. It was embarrassing and she called me that for the whole hour, even though I told her more than once that I wasn't named after a tiny red fruit. Kids in my class called me that too, some did it to be mean where others really thought that was my name because our teacher said so. By the seventh time Ms. Baldoza called me Raspberry, I scooted far down in my seat, trying to disappear from everyone. That didn't work, of course.

In STEM Science my teacher is Mrs. Duenas, who is a witch and I don't mean that she's mean and nasty, she's not. I mean that she's an actual witch with a cauldron, back cat, spell book, and magic powers and everything. Well, even though she's nice she didn't even try to pronounce my name right. At least, I don't think she did because she didn't call me Renesmee but Replenish. It was very weird.

In math class Mrs. Lagergren, who is a zombie, had trouble saying my name right so I was known as Romanoff. That wasn't so bad since Anastasia Romanoff is one of my favorite princesses from a cartoon movie that I've seen over a billion times. But still, I didn't enjoy my name being changed.

Then in Social Studies my teacher, Mr. Davis, who is an old vampire with a wrinkly face and a bald head, would have kept calling me Refreshment if it weren't for his assistant that backed me up. After the third time of trying to help him pronounce my name and he couldn't get it right I wanted to cry. I probably would have if it weren't for my Uncle Jazz (who I have to call Mr. Whitlock during school hours) who not only used his gift to make me feel better, but he also politely corrected Mr. Davis on how to pronounce my name. Luckily, my teacher realized then that he wasn't saying my name right and apologized to me.

I wasn't enjoying being called different things by different people. It felt a little like a name game - a bad game - where everyone had to say my name wrong. It was very annoying to be called different things by different people when I didn't want that. Worst of all, my teachers really thought they were saying my name right so they didn't know it was hurting my feelings.

I was glad when lunch time came and I would be teacher free for a while. However, I wasn't in a big hurry to be totally teacher free and be around only kids just yet. That's why I stayed in the Social Studies room for a little while longer, helping my uncle organize papers and get things ready for the next class. I wasn't about to go until he was ready to exit and go wherever teachers go on their break. He must have felt my apprehensive feeling about going to recess and lunch, since he made me feel calmer with his mood magic. He also let me help him and didn't push me out the door like some teachers might.

When something is wrong and I'm not in the best of moods I always like to be around Uncle Jazz or my daddy. That's because both of them know how to make me feel better without me having to do much talking. That's because both of them have a talent that is handy when someone is not in a big talking mood.

"All right, Ness," Uncle Jazz said to me when all the papers were on his desk in a tidy stack. "It's time to go to lunch with the rest of the fifth and sixth graders. I'll walk you to the cafeteria."

Grabbing my backpack I felt the rest of my bad mood go poof and I immediately felt happy. At once I knew he was using his mood magic to make me feel that way. I gave him my most serious look I could manage through my happy mood. Taking one look at me he laughed.

"You look so much like Edward when you make that face." He chuckled.

I crossed my arms over my chest and rolled my eyes.

As much as I love my daddy I don't like to be told that I look like him because daddy is a boy and I am a pretty girl. I'm much happier when people say I look like my mommy, but that doesn't happen too often.

"Yup. You're his mini-me alright." He said with a smirk.

"I know. I know. I look like a boy." I mumbled as we walked out of the classroom.

"Not at all." Uncle Jazz spoke honestly. He closed and locked the door behind us. "You just look and act more like your dad than your mom, that's all. There's nothing wrong with that. It's very cute."

"Okay. As long as I don't look like a boy." I let out a sigh of relief. At this point we were walking down the long hall, which was of course decorated for Halloween, as all the hallways were.

"You don't." He reassured me.

"But do I look like a Raspberry? A jar of Nutella or a Nabisco cookie?" I asked. My question may have sounded silly but I was one hundred percent serious.

Immediately I felt his confusion about my question roll off of him in waves. Of course he had no idea that I had been called names of food because I didn't tell him that.

"Uh?" Is all he said.

"No one can get my name right. I've been called all kinds of things today." I began to explain and he nodded in understanding.

"This is the first day everyone here has ever heard of your name." He spoke softly, letting off a feeling of comfort. "Soon everyone will get used to hearing and saying your name correctly. It just takes time."

I'm sure that was true but I'm not a patient person, I have zero patience for people getting my name wrong and wanting everyone to call me by my real name, or even my nickname instead of something totally different. It wasn't really fair, after all my teachers didn't mix-up anyone else's name, just mine. But I knew why that was, everyone but me had normal names.

"I wish I had a more typical name." I sighed sadly as we got closer to the cafeteria.

"Oh yeah? Like what?" Uncle Jazz wondered.

"Well," I looked up at him. "Like Sky, Amber or even Windy."

Uncle Jazz's eyebrows went up. I don't think he thought I actually had names lined up that I wanted to be called.

"Those are nice names." He said and quickly added, "But they don't really fit you, Nessie."

I didn't understand why he said those names didn't fit me. They are just names after all. How could names fit a person? That didn't make sense to me.

We were now at the entrance of the cafeteria. Both of us stopped walking but instead of him opening the blue double doors for me to go inside, she kneeled down in front of me. Not knowing what he was going to do or say I waited with my eyes on him, watching to see what this was about. He took my right hand and held it.

"I understand you're not having a great first day. I know that because I can feel what you're feeling." He frowned, rubbing the back of my hand with his thumb. "I understand that teachers keep calling you different names that aren't your name and that's frustrating."

"You have no idea." I agreed.

His golden eyes looked a bit sad. "Trust me, Ness, I do. I feel it all from you. But please believe me when I say that your name – Renesmee – is a very beautiful name. Your parents came up with it so don't ever think of changing it. Not even for a second. That would make them very sad."

Before I could say a word either to agree or disagree with him, he put my hand to his cheek. At once I was reading his mind. Every word he spoke was the honest truth, I caught that from his thoughts. He believed my name was very beautiful and just as unique as I was. With my hand on the side of his face the words in his mind changed to pictures that were memories.

From my uncle's mind I saw a vivid image of my dad with a big smile on his face, holding baby me in his arms. I was wrapped up like a burrito in a pink blanket and I was fast asleep.

"This is Renesmee." Daddy spoke in a happy voice that was a high whisper. "Her name is a special combination of my mother's name," He glanced at Grandma who was next to him. "And Bella's mother too. Both of us thought it would be a good idea to name her after our mothers."

He was introducing me to the rest of our family and proudly telling them what he and my mom named me. Everyone ooed and awed in excitement at the wonder of tiny me. Only my mom wasn't one of those people, she wasn't a part of that memory because she was in the next room of the cabin that we were staying at in Candia. My dad had already bit her after he got me out of her tummy which had been the day before. So, she was lying in bed in a lot of pain because she was turning into a vampire. I'm told that it is very painful and I remember her screaming during that time.

Uncle Jazz ended his memory as the sounds of my mom's painful screams broke through his happy thoughts. I winced at that and moved my hand from his face. He stood up then.

"Your name has meaning behind it." He spoke matter-of-factly, giving me a hug. "It's not just a random name your mom and dad heard from somewhere, they chose it for a reason. Be proud of it, own it and above all else, don't be ashamed of your name. Understood?"

"Okay." I wasn't sure what he meant by "own it" but I agreed anyway.

"Now it's lunch time. You need to go into the cafeteria and I'm going to the teachers' lounge." He gave me a big squeeze before he ended our hug. "I'll meet you out front when the last bell rings."

I nodded my head.

I watched him walk away. Once he disappeared down the hall in the opposite direction than the way we came, I took a deep breath and pushed the door on the right open. The cafeteria was big, bright, crowded and very loud. There were so many different smells of macaroni and cheese, a rubbery smell that I later learned was tofu eyeballs, cauliflower brains, and tofu caribou blood. All those odors combined were very strange.

Smelling the only thing that was appetizing on the menu I quickly got in line. The lunch lady, who was human, was very confused when it was my turn and I told her my choice for lunch, which was a cup of warm tofu blood. I may be half human but blood is the only thing I eat, Ryland is the same way. In that way we are more like vampires.

The lunch lady assumed I was pulling a prank until I explained that I am half vampire. That's because to them I look human, only my scent that immortals can smell makes me smell like a vampire but also a little like a human.

Finally I was handed a cup of what I asked for. I paid for my lunch and went over to an empty table in the far corner in the back. I sat alone but I wasn't lonely. I sat there drinking my lunch and daydreaming about nothing very important.

A little bit of time passed and I caught a smell that was unpleasant. It was the odd moldy aroma of zombies and it made me wrinkle up my nose as the smell was creeping closer to me. Even though I have smelled the odor of zombies and other miscrations all day, it was still unpleasant and I wasn't sure if I would ever get used to these odd smells.

"Hi. Is anyone sitting here?" A girl asked me.

I looked up to see a girl with grey skin that in a way matched her green hair that was braided in pigtails. She stood next to the edge of my table smiling at me and holding a tray of cauliflower brains. There was no denying she was a zombie. She looked about my age but of course she was shorter than I was.

"No." I answered her feeling a little unsure.

"Mind if I sit with you?" She wondered.

"You can sit here if you want." I waved my hand toward the empty space in front of me.

Her smile grew wider as she sat down. I smiled back at her.

"I'm Zoey Necrodoplis. I'm sure that you can guess I'm a zombie but don't be afraid, I won't attack. I don't eat real brains, just ones made out of cauliflower or tofu." She explained, putting a forkful of cauliflower brains in her mouth.

What a funny way to introduce herself. Her words seemed too rehearsed to be spontaneous and I began to wonder how many times she had said that.

"Hi, Zoey." I said, thinking fast I added, "I'm Renesmee Cullen but my family calls me Nessie. I'm half human and half vampire but don't be afraid," I winked at her. I was using her words now. "I'm a vegetarian vampire so I only drink animal blood or tofu blood. I promise I won't bite."

"That's good to know, Nessie." She said happily.

"Yup." I agreed. Not that I would want to drink her blood anyways. It really didn't smell fresh, nothing I would ever want to drink.

"Very much." She giggled.

"Yeah, just like you won't eat my brains." I giggled.

I wasn't sure why but the thought of my brains being eaten by a real zombie was kind of funny to me. Maybe it was because ever since we moved to Seabrook Uncle Emmett made up a cool game with Ryland and me that's called Zombie Tag. Where he pretends to be a zombie and runs around the back yard with us. Ryland and I scream and run away but if Uncle Em catches us, he picks us up and acts like he's eating our brains as he tickles us, making us laugh. It's a really fun game.

Thinking about that fun game made me miss Ryland and I began to wonder what he and grandma were doing right that second. Since I didn't want to be sad I quickly pushed away my unhappy thoughts and took a sip of my delicious drink.

"So, you're a vampire that only drinks fake blood." Zoey said and I nodded my head. "And I'm a zombie that only eats fake brains."

"Seems like it." I grinned.

"Aren't we a couple of funny, beautiful monsters?" She asked with a laugh.

"Not monsters." I shook my head.

"Well, sure we are. We're in the category of monsters since we are not human. Well, you're half human so maybe you're half of a monster?" She said the last part like a question and could tell she was trying not to be offensive.

I guess some people might be offended by being called a monster but I wasn't. I was enjoying our conversation as she ate her fake brains and I drank my fake blood. Since moving to Seabrook my family and I had to learn to like tofu blood that we buy from the store and has animal flavors instead of drinking blood from real animals. That's because there's no animal hunting here since the animals might have families.

"You say we're beautiful monsters," I said in a teasing tone. "But I say we are dazzling miscreations." I whispered for dramatic effect.

I watched as Zoey's eyes got really big and round. It seemed that she liked what I said.

"It sounds cooler, don't you agree?" I asked.

"OH!" Zoey squeaked. " It does. I really like it."

"I made it up since I like synonyms and dazzling is another word for beautiful and miscreation is another word for monster." I explained in one breath about how I came up with my cool words.

"That sounds jazzy." She said, looking like she wanted to get up and dance.

"I like that saying ''jazzy." That's better than saying something's cool." I would definitely have to try that out later.

"I like to make up words too. And cheers since I'm a cheerleader." She explained.

"Oh, that's jazzy." I couldn't help but say her cool words.

We looked at each other and began to giggle. She seemed like a fun kid to be around.

"Want to be friends?" She asked hopefully.

"Yes!" I smiled big and wide.

I was very happy that Zoey wanted to be my friend. I wanted to be her friend too. Another thing that made me happy was that she said my name right.

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