Disclaimer: I own Twilight! Hahaha jk I don't own it, it belongs to Stephanie Meyer.
The drive home took to long for my opinion. Then again, if we ran, it would have been too long. I missed Forks so much, I almost couldn't stand it. We would be living in the old house, and all of us, other than Grandma and Grandpa, would be attending Forks High, as juniors. Mom said that I would have to eat human food here, because of the old Quileute legends of Dad, Grandpa, Aunt Rose, Uncle Emmett, and Grandma.
We would be starting in the middle of the semester, and when Grandpa said this, Mom started to laugh, earning odd looks from all of us. "What was that all about?" I asked, now questioning my mother's sanity.
"I was just thinking about my human life, since we're starting on the same day I started here, the day I met your father," she said.
"Okay?" I said. Yep, Mom has gone completely overboard.
"Ness," Dad warned.
"Sorry," I muttered.
"You better be," Uncle Emmett boomed, causing us all to laugh.
My alarm went off, shocking me back to present day. It was Monday morning, the day we would start school. I went to my closet, and walked in. Mom, Dad and I were back in the cottage, and I was back in the little room with the giant closet. I pulled down a pair of skinny jeans, my Paramore shirt, and a skirt. Then I pulled out my favorite pair of Converse, and pulled them on.
I walked out of my room and walked down the hall and poured myself a bowl of cereal. Mom and Dad came out of there room a few minutes later. "Geez, it took you guys long enough," I muttered down to my bowl.
Dad let loose a light hearted laugh, "Renesmee, you are the best." I flashed him a crooked smile. Mom says that I get that from Dad. I got up and poured the left over milk down the drain, and then we ran back to the main house, where everybody, except Grandpa, was sitting on the couch, watching the news.
"Are we ready?" Grandma asked. I nodded my head. "Alright, have a nice day," she said, kissing the top of everybody's head.
"Bye Grandma!" I called as I climbed in to the back of Dad's Volvo. As he raced down the long drive, it seemed to take longer than usual, a sign that says that this is going to be a long day.
When we got to school, we got our schedules, and started to compare. I had Biology first, with Dad, then English with Mom, Drama with Aunt Alice, History with Uncle Jasper, and Math with Aunt Rose. I didn't have any classes with Uncle Emmett, and I PE all by myself, which I was fine with, because I loved PE, but hated to be held back by my family. They went at the speed of an average person, and made me do the same. But without them, I could use all my skills, such as running, and I would seem like nothing more than a girl who trains for marathons.
My first few classes passed in a blur, with me absorbing everything without paying much attention. Then again, this was the fourth time I was hearing all of this, since these classes were a section behind of where we were in Alaska. When we got to lunch, Mom led me up to the lunch line, making me buy food. Then we sat down, and I began to shudder down my food. Luckily, she didn't make me get much, just an apple and some chips. We all talked and laughed our way through lunch, then went off to our classes. Drama was fun, since we were making props and backgrounds for the upcoming play. History was easy, because we were doing the Civil War, so Uncle Jasper and I just passed notes.
Then came PE. Uncle Jasper, being the southern gentleman he is, had just walked me to class, and when I walked into the locker room, the smell hit me. I knew this smell, because I smelt it every day. It was the smell of a half-vampire.
*I was gonna end here, but that's just to short*
I spent all of PE trying to find the source of the smell, but every time I got close, I would lose the scent, only to find it a minute later. This was incredibly frustrating. When it was time to go in I stormed into the locker room, and quickly, maybe a little too quickly, changed into my clothes. And then the bell rang setting me free to rush to the cars.
Dad must have heard the thoughts bouncing back and forth across my mind because he gave me an odd look. I sent him a thought saying, I'll tell you at home, call a family meeting. He nodded, and swiftly got into the car, my mother following right behind, with an extremely confused look on her face.
Dad drove home even faster than usual, which is a very scary prospect, seeing how he usually push his car near its limits on a normal day. He whipped the car into the garage, and gracefully pulled himself out of the car.
"Family meeting," he said, talking in a voice that a human in the house wouldn't hear.
Okay, I'm done now. What did you think? Bad? Good? Review for all of the people who don't have someone to sing the all-healing song with!
~Isabelle~