HEEEEEEY!!!!!

SORRY WE HAVEN'T UPLOADED IN A LONG TIME....

Just So You Know...

What they are doing this summer.

Isabella Marie Swan/Bella― Visiting her Grandparents in Greece. Gets the pants first.

Renesmee Carlie Cullen/Nessie―Staying in Forks, working as a photographor for the Newspaper. Gets the pants second.

Mary Alice Brandon/Alice― Visiting her sister in Texas. Gets the pants third.

Rosalie Jasmine Hale/Rose― Going to a soccer camp. Gets the pants fourth/last.

Renesmee Cullen

"We have been blessed with a gift," Alice said as we sat in a circle.

"If it was a gift than why did I have to pay for it?" I mumbled.

"You're the only one with a job this summer, Ness," Bella comforted me. "Of course… Alice or Rosalie could have paid."

"Daddy cut off my credit card for the summer," Alice sobbed.

"I spent all my money on a dress," Rose shrugged.

Rosalie Hale and Alice Brandon… both filthy rich!

Me, Renesmee Cullen and Isabella Swan… not!

We were all best friends, though… strangely enough.

"As I was saying," Ali went on. "On the eve of our separation…"

"Oh, just get to the point!" I groaned.

"These pants fit all of us," she said quickly.

"And…?" I trailed on suggestively.

"We should pass them on during the summer. Since it's the first and longest time we've been away from each other."

"Well, I'm in," Rosalie decided.

"Me, too," agreed Bella.

They all turned their heads toward me.

"Whatever."

Alice squealed. "Okay… so… everyone will keep the pants for…"

"A week?" I suggested.

"A week." She nodded.

"We need rules," B announced. "Every sisterhood has rules."

Rules of the Sisterhood:
must never wash the pants.
2. You must never double cuff the pants. It's tacky.
3. You must never say the word "phat" while wearing the pants. You must also never think to yourself "I am fat" while wearing the pants.
4. You must never let a boy take off the pants (although you may take them off yourself in his presence).
5. You must not pick your nose while wearing the pants. You may, however, scratch casually at your nostril while really kind of picking.
6. You must follow the procedures for documenting your time in the pants.
7. You must write your sisters throughout the summer, no matter how much fun you are having without them.
8. You may only possess the pants for the specified length of time before passing them on to one of your sisters. Failure to comply will result in a severe spanking upon our reunion.
9. You must not wear the pants with a tucked-in shirt and belt. See rule #2.
10. Remember: Pants = love. Love your sisters and love yourself.

"This is ridiculous," I warned as we walked home.

"Believe what you will," Bella smiled.

Rose and Alice had already gotten to their houses, they were in a completely different part of town than us, but we walked them there anyway.

"I can't believe you're going to Greece," I finally said.

"I'll write you every chance I can," she told me.

"I still won't be the same," I frowned.

She threw her arms around me, hugging as we walked.

"You'll be doing what you love," she said. "Promise to send we pictures?"

I nodded.

"Yeah," I answered. "I will. But you have to tell me everything that happens there!"

"What would happen?" she laughed.

"Maybe you'll fall madly in love with someone your grandparents won't like and you'll elope on the main land," I shrugged like I had just said nothing.

She rolled her eyes. "This is my stop," she looked at her small two-story house. "I'll talk to you later, Ness. Don't bite anyone!"

I giggled as she walked in the door.

I walked in the door of my older brother and mine's apartment.

"Hey, Jake," I greeted to my older brother Jacob.

"Hi, Nessie," he grinned.

Our mom and dad died in a car crash last year, but we didn't have to go to an orphanage because Jake was already 21.

Then I realized what he was doing… packing?

"Where are you going?" I asked.

"London." He answered.

I just stared. "As in England?!"

"Yeah."

"Why?" I questioned.

"The Wolf Pack got a spot in the music festival there," he picked up his suitcase and guitar.

'The Wolf Pack' was the name of his band.

"You'll be fine, though, right?" he looked at me before walking out the door. "You're seventeen."

"Yes!" I assured him. "Now go have fun!"

"Okay. Bye, Sis. Love ya!"

"You, too," I yelled back as I heard a door close.

This was gonna be a long summer.