Disclaimer: I tried to use my telepathic mind powers, but they appear to on the fritz. I am still not Stephenie Meyer and I do not own any rights towards theses characters or the plot or even the ideas... CURSE YOU CRUEL FATE!!
The bell that signaled the end to the Cullen family's first day of school finally ran. School had seemed so long in my human life, but now it past in a blink of the eye. When the entire brood arrived back at the cars, we headed back to the house. Our new house was in a secluded part of the woods, so no one was likely to stumble upon us. Our new house did not have a glass wall like our home in Forks, but it did have a huge picture window that faced the sea. Our smaller family, Edward, Renesmee, and I had our own little cottage, just like in Forks. It was not nearly as beautiful, but it would be fine for us until we could return to Forks in a few decades.
On the ride back to our house, I was quizzing Renesmee on how her first day had been. I was not in any of her classes, so she offered just to show me how things had been. As she placed a hand of my face, a rush of pictures flooded my mind. I saw a torrent of unfamiliar faces. Boys, and girls and a teacher who looked like a toad that Renesmee had seemed particularly fascinated in. It seemed like a very good first day for someone who had never really been around that many humans for this long a period. But Renesmee seemed preoccupied by something.
"What's wrong Ness?" I was suddenly worried. Was there something she wasn't showing me?
"It's nothing Mom," Ness tried to push the subject away, but I gave her a look that I knew would make her talk. I call it my 'Mom' look. "I just… I just miss Jacob." she confessed.
"Oh, baby. I know it's hard. When your father left…" I trailed off with a shutter. "Well, I know what its like. But I have a surprise for you when we get home." I looked at Edward and he smiled.
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When we finally got home, Renesmee was so anxious that she bolted from the car as soon as we pulled up to the house. She was not a patient child, never had been. And while she was in the body of a 15 year old, she was still only about the age of an eight or nine year old. An extremely intelligent nine year old, but nine years old nonetheless. When we followed Renesmee in the door after we parked in the garage, she was squealing and running across the room to a large figure staring out the huge picture window. "JACOB!" she yelled.
