AN: Okay, my laptop broke again last night after I updated. I was not happy. I had to get it fixed again! Anyway, thanks to everyone that reviewed and read this story. I really appreciated it.
Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or anything else used in this story, and I do not profit in any monetary way from this fanfiction.
Renesmee POV
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You know that moment when everything is quiet and you're at total peace? Yeah, me neither.
"Give me the ball! I want it!"
"They're my balls!"
"Not those balls! The bouncy ball!"
A girl and her brother stood on their toes, noses almost touching. They were arguing over...balls..? Yeah...definitely not normal.
Well, when life gives you random fighting kids, you answer by dancing crappily in the opposite direction. If there was one thing I learned from my Aunt Alice, it had to be dancing.
"Can't touch this!" I shuffled across the floor, ending with a kick. The kids stared, their mouths agape.
Then the boy smiled huge, shouting, "OH MY GOSH! A DANCING PIRATE!"
It was official. I could not get along with kids. I made a decision then to hang out in the condom aisle. Surely there would be no kids there.
I found the condom aisle quite easily, and I wasn't surprised in the least that it was one of the largest in the entire store. Of course, I couldn't find my escape there.
"What's the best type of condom?" a ten year old boy asked a worker who I deemed to be another crazy one for helping a child decide on a condom brand. I walked over to a shelf and banged my head on it in a very Rosalie-like fashion.
Kids just couldn't be kids.
There was something wrong with the world.