Love you guys,
Hailee ......................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................
I walked down the familiar road, concentrating on remembering the route we took to Grandpa's when I was little. I stared at the street signs trying to remember where the main interstate road was that led to the house.
I felt like I could be almost half way there when I tripped and landed on my face. I was extremely frustrated with my sudden clumsiness. I stood up slowly, and looked at my hands that were now covered in dirt. I brushed them of on my wind breaker, and then wiped the dirt off my face.
"Hey, are you okay?" a woman's voice said. I looked up quickly. A young woman, a man, and a child. The woman was short and had dark brown hair and saphire colored eyes. She looked to be in her mid-twenties. The man who was with her was blonde, with a babyish face, and blue eyes, but they were lighter than the lady's. They each had a ring on their left hand and there was a baby sleeping in the stroller.
"Oh, yeah. I'm fine, thanks," I replied quickly. I began to walk away. I could here the couple whispering behind me. I tried to look behind my shoulder inconspicuosly.
"Looks just like Edward Cullen!" I heard the woman hiss.
"Imposible! It's been only a few years! They couldn't have a teenager!"
"But she looks like Bella, too! She has her eyes."
"Excuse me!" the woman said turning her head. "Are you related to the Cullens?" she asked, her eyebrows furrowed.
I turned to look at them. "Yes actually. My name's Renesmee. Bella and Edward Cullen are my parents," I said with a smile. It was fun to make their narrow human minds reel with scandal.
I almost laughed at the look of shock on the man's face. "How do you know my parents?" I asked.
"We went to high school with them," the woman said. "I'm Jessica, this is my husband, Mike, and our little girl, Anna." She said her child's name with pride.
"Tell Bella and the Cullens we said hi," Mike said dismissively. I noticed how he hadn't said my fathers name, and there was the teeniest bit of grudge and regret in his words.
"Are they in town?" Jessica asked, even though Mike obviously wanted to leave.
"No. It's just me."
"Oh. Please send our regards then."
"Sure. Hey, would you happen to know where the Cullens used to live?"
"Somewhere off the 101 interstate. Do you know where Bogachiel Way is?"
"Yeah. Thanks."
"No problem."
With that the couple walked away. I shook my head in disbelievment. This town was so small!
I stuck to the forest after that. I could see the interstate through the trees and I followed it until I caught our cottage's scent. It was less potent then I remembered it from lack of our presence.
I opened the small door to our little house slowly. We hadn't really packed when we left; we had no reason to. But there were a few sentimental things I didn't take with me when I was little that I wanted to. They were small things. Unimportant.
I walked into my old nursery and walked to the corner. It was filled with cobwebs and spiders, but I could see the large diamond through it all.
I cringed as I reached through the cobwebs as a spider crawled up onto my hand. "Ew!" I shriked as it crawled on my skin. I shook it off as quickly as I could. I reached quicker this time into the grime and grabbed the snake like chain.
I held it to the window and it threw sparkles all over the room. I sighed. It was the necklace Aro had gave my mother as a wedding gift. It hadn't left that spot since the last time we were troubled by the Volturi.
I pulled a small black cloth from my pocket and folded the necklace in it carefully, just before I stuffed it in my pocket.
I then walked slowly into my parent's room, and then into there closet.
There had to be some kind of tote in here somewhere! "Ah ha!" I said, pulling out a big blue Vera Wang bag.
"Thanks again, Alice!" I whispered. I grabbed some of the rare CDs off Dad's shelf and stuffed them into the bag, along with the contents of my pockets: the cell phone, a couple of twenties, the necklace, and an old plane ticket.
I picked up the bag and began to walk out of the house. I was about to take off to go to our main home, but I stopped suddenly. My eyes watered, for reasons I cannot explain. There was a small, random patch of blue bell flowers in the garden. I remembered sitting in the grass my mother picking them and fashoning little intricate flower head peices from them as Dad would watch with the most exaulting smile I'd ever seen.
I leaned down and picked one of the little flowers and placed it carefully in the bag.
I then took off running to our larger, more extravagent house. There was hardly anything there, except for precious pictures. They didn't mean much to my family, because they have photographic memories. My memory isn't so perfect.
I took the small albums from the drawer we stored them in. I flipped through them fondly, and then put them in my bag, which was now pretty heavy...
The walk home to Grandpa's was quiet. I hoped Jake hadn't woken up yet. I walked through the front door, only just now realizing I was completely drenched.
"Where were you?" Jacob asked from the living room.
"Out," I said nonchalantly. I walked into the room he was in, and twisted my hair theatrically.
"I can see that," he said rolling his eyes.
"Where's Charlie?" I asked.
"Work. He was called in unexpectedly."
"He's getting a bit old to still be doing police work..."
"Naw... Where did you get that bag? I've never seen it before."
"I kinda, sorta went to our old house," I said quietly. I knew I didn't do anything wrong, but Jake would be angry that I went so far alone.
"For what? I could've come with you. You shouldn't go so far by yourself!" he said in a slightly frustrated tone.
"You were asleep. Who am I to wake you up during your first rest in weeks?"
"A half human-half vampire child that needs to stay put." I rolled my eyes. He takes everything so litterally...
I opened my mouth to reply, but decided it was best to change the subject. "When are we going to La Push?"
"Whenever you're good to go."
"How about now?"
"Sure, sure. You wanna run?"
"Mhm."
~*~*~
Getting to La push, though it was closer to our Forks house, was much faster than my last trip.
When we walked into Billy's he embraced both of us, but i knew he wanted to be alone with Jake for a spell. I told Jacob and Billy that i would be on the beach.
It was warmer out than it had been, and the rain was barely at a drizzle. All in all, nice weather... for Forks.
I remembered suddenly Dad's orders to call as soon as the plane landed. I was in so much trouble!
I pulled the phone from my pocket and called Tanya's home phone.
"Hello?" said an unfamiliar voice.
"Hey. Uhm, this is Nessie. Is my dad there?" I asked in an unsure voice.
l "Hold on."
"Hi, Ness," Dad said.
"Hi. Who was I just talking to?"
"His name is Olexi. He came in from Russia yesterday, after you left. He was closest to the phone."
"Oh. Sorry, I forgot to call after the plane landed."
"It's alright. Where are you now?"
"First Beach. Jacob's at Billy's and later we're going to get all the wolves and have a little meeting," I explained.
"What is Charlie doing?"
"He's at work."
"You be good, okay? I'm sorry your mother and I couldn't come with you."
"I'm fine," I said simply.
"Good. I'll see you soon."
"Yeah."
I sighed and shut the phone when I heard the dial tone. I decided to walk in the water for a while. I took off my shoes and stepped in the soft sand. Everything felt like de' javue. Like I remembered walking here, but couldn't put my finger on with who or when.
"Renesmee?" I heard a voice behind me. I whirled around. Seth!
"Hi, Seth!" I squeeled.
"'My god, you're big."
"Gee thanks," I said sarcastically, but couldn't hide my grin.
I coudn't help myself. I ran up to Seth and hugged him tightly. Seth is one of the nicest, warmest people I've ever met - and I've met alot of people.
After I released him, he asked, "So how old are ya? You look almost my age!"
"Seven," I laughed. It seemed absurd; that I should really be a young child.
"They weren't kidding when they said you were growing up fast," Seth said as we began to walk in the opposite direction of Billy's house.
"Nope," I said, leaning down to grab a rock and flinging it across the ocean. "Your taller than I remember too, but you haven't grown up any. That's evident."
Seth scoffed and leaned down and skipped his rock. It went several yards further than mine had. I frowned.
"So how's Leah?" I asked. I didn't really care how Leah was, but I asked out of courtessy and politeness.
"Leah's... Leah."
I laughed at his grimace. "How 'bout your mom? Is she doing okay?" Sue I cared about.
"She's doing well. Very pleased that some of the monsters have left Forks, actually," Seth said with a sheepish grin.
"So. Seth can you be serious for a second?"
"No can do." When he saw my expression he ammended his answer to a simple, "Yes."
"You aren't nervous for the fight in Alaska?"
"Not in the least." I grimaced. That wasn't the answer I'd been looking for. I knew the wolves - though immature and childish - were strong and fast as any other vampire. It was just that they breathed, they bled. Somehow they seem more human and fragile, even if their wolf form is five times my size.
"C'mon. What about Sue?" I asked. I wasn't particularly good at guilting people into things, but it was worth a shot.
Seth laughed. "I'm no push over like Jake, Nessie. You must of forgotten that. My mom'll be fine. She's used t0 all this."
We sat on a big fallen drift wood tree trunk as waited for Jacob, trying to out do each other in how far we could toss the stones. We conversed lightly on the new people we'd met in the last 7 or so years. Seth hadn't had much to say. There aren't really many new people in La Push. He was a little bummed that he hadn't imprinted on anyone yet, especially after all this time, but it wasn't enough to bring him down as it would anyone else. You see, Seth is one of the only wolves without an imprint... but Seth doesn't yet need the emotional support that the others do. He still thinks that being a werewolf destined to hunt out vamps was awesome. Soon enough he would grow out of his happy-go-lucky persona soon enough. When I verbalized that thought he shied away from it with a nervous laugh.
Just as we slipped into a bit of an awkward silence a door slammed behind us. We both turned quickly to see what the slam came from. We couldn't see, or at least I couldn't see; Seth probably could - the source of the sound, but I was sure it came from Billy's. Jacob must be on his way out. This meant that we were on our way to Emily's.
I surpressed a sigh. Some of the wolves liked me. Some being the operative word in that last particular sentance.