Nessie's Super Sweet 16
Post Breaking Dawn. That means, if you haven't read Breaking Dawn yet, read no further!!! Go away! Finish the book first! Spoilers!!!
Renesmee and her parents move back to Forks two months before Nessie's sixteenth birthday. She develops a crush on a boy from school, just like a normal teenager. Jacob freaks out a little bit, since the girl he has imprinted on doesn't seem to return the feelings. Nessie not only doesn't know she is "promised" to her best friend, but she doesn't believe in any of that "soul-mate crap". She wants to take fate into her own hands. Could you blame her for trying?
Disclaimer: Based on the Twilight Series. I do not own any part of Stephenie Meyer's work!
Chapter 1 - Super Sweet Move
My name is Renesmee Carlie Cullen. From the moment I was born, my parents told me I was special. Sure, all parents think their kids are special, right? It's a little different in my family, though. At a first glance, you may think I'm just a very lucky, rich girl, but in reality, we're talking more like freak show material. But I promise you I try to lead a pretty normal life. I'm a freshman in High School, I play soccer, I like eating cold pizza for breakfast and my guilty pleasure is cheesy pop music. My parents, well, my parents are a different story. Let's start by saying my family is mostly constituted of vampires and my best friend is a werewolf. Like I said, freak show.
For the last fourteen years we have lived in every city in the world you could possibly imagine. Oslo, Denali, Tokyo, Reykjavik, Zagreb, you name it, we were there. Because of my unusual growth spur, I could never attend school like a normal person, or stay in the same place for an extended amount of time. Like an army brat, we moved from time to time, making it nearly impossible for me to have steady friendships, steady anything. For the past two years, my family and I noticed my growth has slowed down considerably and so they say, I should be reaching maturity soon. Whatever that means. For my upcoming birthday, I asked them for a different gift, a little in advance. I don't want a car, I don't want a huge party, I don't want expensive shoes. I wanted to move back to Forks. I just wanted to be able to settle the heck down.
And so, two months ago, my parents and I returned to Washington. Although we used to come to Forks once a year to visit our family, we haven't lived here since I was a kid. Even in "human" years, that was a long time ago. I wanted to be closer to my grandparents and my aunts and uncles. I wanted to be closer to Jake, my best friend since I can remember, which in "non-human" years, means forever.
Oh, I forgot to mention I am what some would call a "half-vampire". Even in the fantastic universe of mythological creatures I am considered a freak. There aren't many of our kind and it almost got me and my whole family killed within the first months of my birth. I won't even talk about my actual birth because it would make your stomach turn. But as unprepared as my parents were at the time of my conception, I think they've done a pretty decent job raising me. Being a half-vampire is pretty cool, actually. For starters, I am smarter than the average human. I could talk by the time I was a month old and learned every language from every country we have lived in the time it takes someone to memorize a new song on the radio. Unlike my vampire family, I can eat, sleep, cry. There's only one down-side to the whole thing: anyone can know what I'm thinking. I am literally an open book.
Over the years, momma has taught me how to keep some of my thoughts to myself. She understands the importance of privacy and I know some of my thoughts could cause any healthy human to have a heart attack. We are prisoners of our own condition, daddy says. But I like to keep the glass always full. We learned how to manage our challenges one step at a time.
Of course, living in the same small town and going to the same High School my parents went to just over a decade ago requires us to keep things a little undercover. To everyone else here outside my family, I am the adopted kid of Bella and Edward Cullen. My gorgeous looking parents only look old enough to be my older brother and sister, never my real mother and father. I'm fine with that. It's not like I didn't have to lie to people my entire life.
So far I love my new school. I hope we get to stay here at least until I graduate, in three years. That is, if nothing too crazy happens in the meantime. Judging by my family's history, I should expect the glass to get half-empty pretty fast. Next month is my birthday and I can already tell my aunt Alice is planning something big. I know momma is cringing at the thought of a huge party, full of kids running around the house, and cake and presents. But unlike momma, I am actually very excited to have a real party for the first time in my life. With people my own age.
And speaking of people my own age, I have a little crush on a boy from school. His name is Derek and he's a Sophomore. We met when I was trying out for the soccer team, and he was playing baseball in the field right across from mine. Since my reflexes are also superior from those of a human, I effortlessly caught the baseball he pitched that flew right in my direction, by accident. He liked the joke I made on how I'd caught his ball just before he hit second base. Now I always look forward to soccer practice!
I want to invite Derek to my birthday party, next month, but I haven't told mom and dad about him yet. Although it's only a matter of time until dad knows what I'm thinking, I've been trying to push those thoughts to the side, stalling the inevitable. My history with boys and friends in general have told me that whenever I get too attached to something, it's time to move on. Maybe I don't stand a chance with Derek, but maybe I do. And I don't want my parents and their stupid vampire excuses to put a damper on the whole thing for me.