Here is the first chapter! Keep in mind to review (I feel kinda bad for being so pesky, sorry).

I didn't really like this chapter but it need to be written so that we can get to the good stuff. Am I right? YUP.

I am going to be so tired tomorrow, this really could have waited. But, fanfiction is for the bored, and here I am!!!

Chapter 1: Normal

"You are aware that these normal people have crushes, so there is no shame in a liking a boy," Renesmee paused, playfully drumming her fingers upon her marble chin, "or a girl."

I couldn't help myself from laughing. For an hour she'd been relentlessly trying to make me confess to some sort of "crush". Yet I continued to tell her the truth. I told her the truth – over and over and over again…

"Again, I don't like anyone. I swear! And plus, in Forks, there isn't much to choose from…" I sighed hoping, she would finally obtain understanding – or at least leave me alone about it.

She puffed and pouted yet I only shook my head and fastened my focus to the hallway ahead of me. The last class of the day had only gotten out two minutes ago but the hallways were already filled with silence, no student left behind. Usually Renesmee and I would always be the last ones to leave but today I was eager to get out. She noticed this easily – she noticed everything.

"Why Miss Rosie, where might you be headed off to today?"

It has been two months since the two of us had become friends – the best I'd ever had. So naturally Renesmee had taken the initiative to become familiar with my routine. Not to mention every other aspect of my life, this type of knowing came to Renesmee naturally. She was the kind of person who was genuinely interested in her friends – though I seem to be the only one she's seen with. But I still found much of her life to be a mystery.

"I told you Ren!" I exclaimed while sounding like a five-year-old tired of telling his or her mother how their day was, "Lisa told me she would leave me a message saying when I could go down to the Rez." I was referring to my aunt who lived about 15 minutes away in La Push – the Quileute Reservation. I hadn't seen her in a very long time…

I didn't miss the uncertainty in Renesmee's laughter – I never missed it. Every time I mentioned Lisa or the Rez she would try, in vain, to mask her mysterious nervousness. A couple of times she even tried to convince me that I shouldn't down at all – and I couldn't for the life of me imagine as to why she was so secretive. I knew her boyfriend Jacob lived in the small reservation with his fellow Quileute's but I never met him and it didn't explain her strange attitude. In fact, it made it that more bizarre.

But for her benefit, I put up an oblivious façade, blowing it off until she decided to tell me what was on her mind.

Ren and I had an easy relationship. She knew practically everything about me, while her family's history in Forks had remained a mystery.

We fell into silence when we finally exited the school a couple of minutes later. We made our way across the parking lot to her Aston Martin. The one thing that I did know about her family was the one thing that everyone knew – the Cullens' appreciated a well-made car. I was always happy when we got into her car, because it warmed quickly. Renesmee has a rare and way below average body temperature – due to being anemic– so she'd always have the warm air blowing.

We continued the silence as she drove me home, which was unusual compared to our normally chatty attitudes. I had the idea that something was on my friend's mind, and I was curious as to why she would not confide in me. I was a bit concerned but didn't feel like I should inquire – I didn't mind that much anyways.

I didn't bother to pay attention to what was on the radio. We – and by "we" I mean "Renesmee" – usually listen to the news. But when you live in a town where life is as redundant as a broken record, there is not much use in listening to the news. Even the weather plays the same damn song every day. Yet Renesmee seemed to find it useful and I couldn't bring myself to share her interest. But even with her listening intently, we nearly always managed to banter on the way to my house.

The banter never really lasted too long due to Ren's suicidal need for speed, and I would arrive home quickly after school. We still hadn't picked up the conversation where it had left off when we finally reached my house, but she seemed to find it necessary to exchange goodbyes.

"Hey, tell your grandmother that I hope she enjoys the gingersnaps Esme made for her," she said with a bright smile. I dismissed the fact that she seemed too casual now and focused on the surprise when she mentioned her aunt, Esme – who was also her legal guardian.

"When did she give my grandmother gingersnaps…?" I asked quizzically.

She let out her chime-like laugh and indicated to my school bag, "They're in there."

I quickly peeked in my bag and there they were, all neatly wrapped – including a pretty blue ribbon to top it off.

"Oh. Huh… look at that." And I couldn't help but laugh that Renesmee managed to slip those in there without me noticing.

I had one foot out of the door when I turned back to her. "You know, if something is bothering you, I'll be happy to listen."

At last she gave me a genuine smile and I simply nodded and left swiftly to allow her to get back to her thoughts.

Of coarse it was drizzling so, naturally, I ran into the house, making a ruckus. As I was making my way to the kitchen, my grandmother called out.

"Rosie, dear, is that you?" Same voice, same question, every day. And it felt good that I had her to answer to.

"Yes grandma, I'll be there in a minute!" I retrieved the gingersnaps and set down my school bag, bustling around in the kitchen.

"How was your day?" Grandma would never wait for me to get to her room before she would strike up a conversation.

"It was nice. And yours?" I called back and arranged the snaps onto a white platter. I dusted the crumbs from my hands and made my way to the door at the end of the adjoining hallway.

She answered just as I entered the room. "Oh, you know-" she lowered her voice to a conversational volume, "it was relaxing. Just like everyday before that." I laughed lightly at the last comment – she was pretty much confined to the house, if not the bed itself, because of her frail health. Lord knows it did nothing to weaken her personality.

She spoke again, as if she remembered something. "Oh, Lisa stopped by today." She pretended to say this with nonchalance but she couldn't hide the twinkle in her eyes that told me she knew how eager I was for this information. So she only lasted a second before giving in and telling me what my beloved aunt had said.

"Well of coarse she says hello, and she hopes you are doing well. She came over a bit out of sorts because – oh, you won't believe it dear – she thought you hadn't wanted to visit her!" She laughed at my shocked expression.

Since I'd arrived, my aunt and I would try to contact the other, only to find that one of us wouldn't answer the phone.

"That's what I said, Rosie." The skin around her aged eyes folded as she smiled warmly.

"Don't worry, I explained to her that your thoughts were the very same. It's all cleared up now, and you can thank me for that." I was hugging her in a second, giving my appreciation with a kiss to her worn cheek.

"And she expects to see you directly after school this Friday."

I couldn't stop smiling for the rest of the evening. When my head hit the pillow, my cheeks hurt.

I awoke the next morning with a sunny disposition. I went throughout my morning routine with a bounce to my steps, all the while taking care to not wake up my sleeping grandmother. I slipped on my welcoming moccasins with a wide- eyed smile and ate my breakfast of scrambled eggs.

I took extra care with my appearance today, just for the fun of it. I chuckled softly to myself when I thought about how Renesmee would be convinced I was infatuated with a boy once she saw me. I slipped on my jeans and converse – which was nothing new. But I picked my clean white t-shirt and paired it with a long black sweater-vest. I wasn't trying to be showy; I merely wanted to suit my opportunistic mood.

The dark strands of black and brown – a strange color I inherited from my late mother – of hair fell over my shoulders nearly to the middle my back as I swept an uncooperative strand from my bangs out of my face.

I grinned at myself in the mirror – proud that I actually put effort in my appearance. My cheeks were rosy with blush, my lips shining with chap -stick (I didn't own any lip gloss), and my eyes contrasted with the brown shadow and mascara. The dark brown of my eyes sparkled with satisfaction that I successfully achieved to look somewhat attractive. I put down my hairbrush just as a text arrived on my phone.

It was from Renesmee, informing me that she was too ill to go to school; therefore she would not be able to drive me.

I quickly sent a message wishing her well before I changed into a plain and long black t-shirt, which was acting more like a security blanket than a fashionable piece of clothing at the moment. I grabbed my bag and jogged a bit as I slipped on my jacket in order to meet the bus.

I exchanged greetings with none of the fellow passengers and lent my head against the cool and foggy window after I found an open seat. The plastic was cold and worn beneath me and I braced myself against the edges as the driver took the necessary turns to reach the school.

I tried to keep my positive mood strong only to find my tries to be in vain. Renesmee was, quite honestly, my only friend at Forks high, which meant that my day would be boring. It was impossible to look forward to a day that would be so unbearable. She was gone every so often and no other student approached me at any time. I suspected that many of the students thought that I was some sort of introvert, because no one usually communicated with either Renesmee or me.

The day turned out to be long to say the least.

By the time I got home – I gave my thanks to the bus driver – I was starting to feel like the only purple grape left in the basket. It was times like these that I didn't think that it was too selfish to wish that someone cared for me – so much that I never felt lonely again. Renesmee was great, but we were solely friends. I wanted a companion – someone who loved me.

I shook my head and directed my attention back to cleaning the remnants of my grandmother's dinner off of her plate.

I was alone with similar threats of perpetual loneliness for the rest of the evening and was thinking so much that by the time my head hit the pillow… my cheeks hurt from frowning.

I understand, not much happened, but I wanted to form the character so that she's understandable and relatable.

No worries, Paul will be coming up, just give it time.

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