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Oh my god why did she pretend she was pleased to see me. Twelve years it had been since I had last seen her but she somehow seemed different. I sniffed the air discreetly her scent was different than I remembered and her eyes were darker. I don't understand " We think this is your power Renesmee" my father answered my unsaid question.
Scowling I throw a unseen strop in my head to which my father laughs at shaking his head at my family who turn to look at him. My nana Esme comes over a look of murder in her eyes but also something else I can't place regret, sadness. Grabbing me and pulling me close I finally feel wanted but reserve judgement until she begins to sob. At that point I have dropped all my walls that took me so long to build and let my emotions run wild. Crying and screaming I push and pull at Esme wanting to get closer but also wanting to get further away.
My mother takes a step forward but my father grabs her arm and pulls her back again shaking his head. He steps forward as Esme steps back and pulls me into another of many wanted hugs. " I've missed you so much princess. I understood you needed your space I just wished you would have come home sooner." As my cries slowed and eventually stopped I realised the only person I hadn't met was my brother and I just couldn't wait to meet him even if it did scare me.
"EJ come here son" too shocked to move I stood there frozen waiting for him to emerge. A rush of brown hair blew past me, he turned and looked at me and I was met by the most striking greenest green eyes I had ever seen.
"Hi I'm EJ".
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