AN:Iknow! I know! I'm SO sorry I'm late! It's just been hectic with this "summer school" program. But anyway, thank you to everyone who has followed/reviewed/favorited me! You guys are the best! This chapter is dedicated to one of my BEST friends, who absolutely hates pink! Not that I disagree with her! But she said something about pink one day that just stayed with me, so... I hope you enjoy! I'm hoping to start another chapter by Wednesday- that's the last day of this program, so that should be the end of the late updates. I know the weekend of the 12th, I'm going to D.C. as a rewards trip, so I'll try to have an update up then before I leave.

This chapter is just a bit of a filler, I'm really excited to write about the next generation Cullen to be in the halls of Forks High. Just imagine all the trouble she can get into! (hint, hint!)

Hope you enjoy!

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Italics are taken directly from the book! I do not own it!

Chapter Eight: Summer School (RPOV)

Today was the first day of summer school. The last week of being with the Cullens have been- dare I say it- some of the best days of my life. At least… That I remember. And while they were great, they were also familiar- like they'd happened before. Even though I had a pretty good idea that they hadn't.

I had woken up about thirty minutes ago, due to the alarm I'd set last night before I went to bed. For a few-fifteen to be exact- minutes, I'd just laid on my bed, waiting for sleep to come. But it didn't. When I finally decided that I'd better get and start getting ready, those fifteen minutes were up.

I rolled out of bed and walked over to the closet. Right when I had the closet doors open, the door to my room flung open. Alice was standing there, already holding an armful of clothes.

"Don't even bother; I've already got some stuff picked out that I find suitable enough! You've just got to pick out what you like!" she yelled enthusiastically, and threw everything down on the bed. I gingerly walked over, picking up a piece of clothing with my thumb and forefinger.

"It's pink." Was all I said.

"Well-duh! Pink is a girly color!"

I thumbed through a few more articles of clothing, just to make sure that my next statement was true.

"They're all pink."

"Yes!"

"I don't wear pink." I told her, and let the pink fabric fall from my fingers.

She looked horrified. "You... Don't... Wear... Pink?"

I shook my head. "Nope." I popped the 'p'.

"And why not?" the pixie-like girl demanded.

"Because it burns. Pink burns me." I told her. It wasn't the truth, but that's what it felt like. Pink was too girly for my liking.

She was still gaping at me. "What colors do you wear, then?" she asked desperately. "And please don't say: black. Or gray! Gray's not a color, either!" She said when I started to say something.

I looked down. Those were the only colors I wore.

She groaned. "Renesmee!"

"What?" I demanded.

She didn't answer, just squeezed her eyes shut and pinched the bridge of her nose. "Okay. I'm going to pick out clothes from your lack-of-color-wardrobe for you to wear today, then tonight-" she suddenly brightened, "-we're going shopping!"

She ran over to my closet, and fingered through my clothing. I just stood there, trying to figure out what just happened.

The clothes Alice picked out for me, honestly, weren't that bad. Maybe that was just because they were my clothes she'd picked them out of to start with.

I was wearing a black shirt that had sleeves down to my elbows, and ripped sides. The silver words: "This is what a 10 looks like," were written across the front. I had a silver tank under it, that way you could see that it was ripped, but none of my skin. I had on black leggings that had an outer layer of lace, and short, black, high-heeled boots that were Alice's. I allowed her to fix my curls and put on some light make-up, but no jewelry.

"Come on! All you need is a pair of silver studs! That's it! You've already got a ring, and a locket!"

We'd been fighting over this tiny detail for five minutes, and I didn't have time to argue with her anymore.

"Just agree with her, Renesmee… If you don't, we'll be here all day. She won't give up." Bella told me, giving me a sad smile.

"Fine. Fine! But studs, Alice. No more than that! And this doesn't mean that I give up; if I had more time, than this wouldn't be happening." I mumbled the last part to myself.

Edward and Bella laughed at me. Alice squealed and ran up the stairs.

"I probably just screwed myself over for the rest of my life, didn't I?" I asked them quietly.

They just laughed, and answered at the same time.

"Most likely." Edward.

"Definitely." Bella.

I looked over at Edward. "Ya know, I'm gonna go with 'definitely,' because you're not a girl, even though you know how she is. Bella, on the other hand, has probably been through the torture of Alice Cullen."

Edward laughed, but Bella just nodded her head, a haunted look on her face.

"Yeah, I know how that feels. Exactly how that feels." she replied.

I raised my eyebrows at Edward. "See?"

He just kept chuckling. Two minutes later, Alice came running down the stairs with, luckily, a pair of diamond studs.

"Okay. Put them in, and you'll be ready!"

"She can put them on in the car, Alice. She's going to be late if she doesn't." Edward responded.

Alice pouted. "But, how will I know she puts them on?" she asked.

Edward scoffed. "Like you wouldn't know! Come on, Renesmee. Let's go, before you're late." He gently took my arm and urged me towards the door. Once we finally made it outside and to the car, I breathed a sigh of relief.

"Oh, thank God. I thought that would never end," I muttered, mostly to myself, but I wasn't surprised to know that they heard me from up front.

"I know how you feel." Bella said grimly, and turned to look out the window.

It took, literally, one minute to get to Forks High School. Though I couldn't tell whether that was because the town was so incredibly small, or if it was because of Edward's hazardous driving, or, maybe a little of both.

The school was big for a town this small. The maroon colored buildings looked almost like houses. Edward parked in front of the first building which had a sign that read: "Front Office." There was a few cars in the parking lot, though not very many.

"Does summer school really exist here?" I asked them.

Edward chuckled as he turned off the car. "Surprisingly enough, yes. They do. They're not much students enrolled in it, but there are a few."

"Okay, Renesmee. We're going to go in with you to help you get situated and everything." Bella told me.

I nodded, looking back out at the parking lot. The few students here were turned around to look at the car. I couldn't tell if they could see me, but it was still uncomfortable.

"Ready?" she said, turning back to look at me.

I sighed. "As ready as I'll ever be."

We got out of the car, attracting more stares than before.

"Well, this is awkward." I said, stuffing my hands in the pockets of the jacket I'd slung on being pushed out of the door. The short heels clacked on the concrete as we walked into the building.

Inside it was brightly lit, and warmer than I'd hoped. The office was small; a little waiting area with padded folding chairs, orange-flecked commercial carpet, notices and awards cluttering the walls, a big clock ticking loudly. Plants grew everywhere in large plastic pots, as if there wasn't enough greenery outside. The room was cut in half by a long counter, cluttered with wire baskets full of papers and brightly colored flyers taped to its front. There were three desks behind the counter, one of which was manned by a large, red-haired woman wearing glasses. She was wearing a blue, long-sleeved shirt.

"Edward, Bella!" she said brightly. "How may I help you?"

"Hello, Ms. Cope. Carlisle called a few days ago to arrange for Renesmee to be enrolled in summer school?" Edward said, though it sounded like a question.

"What's her name?" she asked, and began to look through some papers.

"Renesmee… Cullen, I guess." Edward stuttered a little. "Unless, you have another last name you go by?" He turned to me.

"Umm, no, not really. I didn't remember my last name once I went into the system, and no one really legally changed my name, so… Cullen is the only thing I can think of that Carlisle would use."

Edward nodded after a while. "Renesmee Cullen." I noticed that he and Bella shared a small smile that quickly disappeared as Edward spoke my name.

"Okay… Ah. Here it is: Renesmee 're just here to let us know what classes to put you in fall semester, yes?"

"Yes," I answered.

"Okay. Here's your class schedule and a map of the campus. Your first class is in Building 2, room 204." She handed me several sheets of paper.

"Alright. Thanks." I took the papers from her and started to turn around.

"Wait- Renesmee." Bella's voice called for me before I got to the door. I turned to face her, and landed right into her arms.

"Woah, okay…" I stiffened a little. This close of contact, was something I wasn't used to.

"We'll be back at 3:05 to pick you up. Have a great day, okay? And call me if you need anything."

Another thing that happened this past week was that the Cullens bought me a cell phone, one that was programmed with all of their phone numbers, and the numbers of the people that I met the other night at dinner.

I cast a look over at Edward, asking him with my eyes to help me.

He chuckled. "Bella, love, it's time for her to go to class."

Bella squeezed me into her embrace tighter. "Just promise me,"

"She promises, love. Now, why don't you let her get to class? The sooner you let her go, the sooner we'll see her again." Edward coaxes her, gently trying to unwrap her arms from my neck.

"Okay." she said, and slowly released me, a sad look on her face. I definitely hadn't expected this.

"Renesmee, run before she starts to hug you again." Edward warned me, and even though he was acting like he was okay, I could see in his eyes that this was hard on him, too.

I nodded. "Got it."

I walked out the door and into my impending doom.

***BPOV***

It was hard letting her walk out of the door. I hadn't meant to lose it like I did, but I just couldn't help it. The pure thought of not being able to see her for the rest of the day, tore at my unbeating heart like nothing I'd ever felt before. And I could tell that Edward felt the same way. He was trying to be strong, knowing that he there was nothing we could do, but was just a terrified at leaving her again as I was.

"Was that the same Renesmee as I'm imagining?" Mrs. Cope asked quietly.

We turned back to Ms. Cope, who was looking at us with sorrow.

"Yes…" Edward answered. "Yes, it is."

"She didn't act like she remembered any of that, though."

"She doesn't." I told her, sadness coloring my tone.

"She's grown since the last time I saw her." Ms. Cope smiled.

"Yeah… She has…" I smiled sadly.

"Please, don't mention it to her, and tell the other teachers the same." Edward pleaded. "We don't need her asking questions just yet; it might be for the best, at least for now."

"Absolutely." Ms. Cope agreed.

We eventually walked out of the building, both, I think, enjoying the fact that someone remembered our little girl.