AN: I am having supreme computer problems. I was actually worried about failing computer class because I was so behind...anyway, back to regular updates!
Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight, and I do not profit from this fanfiction in any monetary way.
Renesmee POV (I can't help it...I really like her POV...)
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"A pencil? Don't you have those?" I asked desperately, tired of trying to communicate with the foreign man. I personally had nothing against foreign people, but it wasn't fair for Target to hire someone who couldn't even speak English!
"Pillow? That in aisle six," the man replied, pointing behind him.
"NO!" I screamed, throwing my arms in front of myself angrily. "I want to buy some pencils."
"Paper?"
"No. Pencil."
"Panda?"
"NO! I WANT A PENCIL!"
"Pepper?"
"You are no help to me or the rest of American society," I complained turning on my heel.
"Glad to help you! Have nice day!" the man said, waving at me.
With desolate hopelessness, I approached a nearby wall and gave it some more head dents. At least Target had taught the man to answer robotically in some kind of English. I had to give them credit for that.
"Yeah, Shane Dawson rocks!" a teenage girl who was most likely a hipster or a loner reject swooned, pressing her hands to her heart. "I want to date him."
Me, being a normal person, also loved Shane Dawson, but I didn't brag about it to the world. He tended to be really rude and crude, and a lot of people didn't approve of that.
"Yeah she's a sexy lesbian," the creepy guy next to her replied, nodding his head.
She turned to him quizzically. "Uhh...he's a guy."
"What? Are you serious?" the man asked.
"Uhh...yeah," the girl answered.
I walked up to the wall again. Poor wall. It certainly got abused a lot when I visited the store.