Yay! Bonus chapter! I have always wondered how Nessie felt about her rather weird family. :) So I wrote this, from her pov. I do not own anyone in this chapter. Hope you enjoy it.
BTW, this chapter isn't essential to the story in any way, shape, or form, so if you decide you don't like it or just don't want to read it, feel free to skip it.
Nessie P.O.V.
Well, today is my first day of school. Ever. And I'm a freshman. How weird is that? Especially considering the fact that I'm only seven years old; which means most of the kids in my classes are at least twice my age. Really, age shouldn't be a big deal for me. I mean, I'm seven but I could pass for nineteen or twenty if I needed to.
Not to mention the fact that my mother looks like she's eighteen, when she's actually twenty-five. But at least that's possible; my father looks seventeen… if he was born in 1901, and this year is 2015, he's one hundred and fourteen years old. Not right. My grandfather, Carlisle. Looks like he's in his early twenties; yeah, not so much. More like close to three hundred, or something like that.
Based on this, you'd think age wouldn't really matter to me. Wrong. What can I say? I'm only, er, half-human.
The reason age is so awkward at my school is mainly the fact that I understand everything so much more easily than everyone else, despite the age difference. And a lot of times, my teachers will ask where I went to school before. Then the only answer I can give with any truth in it at all is, "I was home schooled." Then everybody stares at me in amazement. Well, they stare more than they would otherwise.
Oh, yeah. Did I mention I go to school with my parents? They're not the teachers, either. They are pretending to be sophomores and I'm pretending to be a freshman. I have to call them "Bella" and "Edward" too. That's probably one of the worst parts; I'm only seven years old for goodness' sake! I should be able to call my mother "Mom" and my father "Daddy." Recreating biological relationships is the worst.
My mom is pretending to be adopted, but I'm a foster child. That's not too bad. Because I don't have to say that she is actually my biological sister. Not so with my dad. We look too much alike to be passed off as not related; I think it's the hair color. They all comment on how they'd never seen any like it, before us…
I hate it! A grand total of six freshmen, three sophomores, a junior, and two seniors asked me to introduce them to my brother. News travels too fast in high school. Although, it was rather entertaining. When they asked, I'd say, "Which one?"
"Edward. Your biological brother." Was almost always the response.
"Why?" I'd ask, never removing my eyes from theirs.
"Because he's gorgeous?" by now they were nervous.
"Yes, he is gorgeous." I'd agree, which seriously freaked them out; I mean, how many girls would say that about their brother? Good thing they didn't know how we're actually related. "Too bad for you he has a girlfriend."
"Oh yeah. Bella." They'd look very disappointed, then brighten, as if to say, 'Oh well. He'll get over her soon enough.'
My response to that was, "And I doubt they'll break up. They've known each other for nine years. And they are closer than any high school couple has any right to be." Good thing they aren't really a high school couple. At this, Jake would chuckle and grab my hand. The girls, who usually hadn't noticed him until then, would gasp (probably surprised by his silent approach and his height), then turn tail and run.
Sometimes it's convenient having a boyfriend who looks like Jake. Not only is he over seven feet tall, he has muscles that would scare anybody, and looks twenty-four (which he is, but they don't know that). He is the only one whose age doesn't bother me. Even though he's seventeen years my senior, it doesn't feel that way to me.
I just remembered. Pretending my dad is my brother is not the worst part. The worst part is speaking. It's not difficult, exactly. It's more that a lot of times, words cannot accurately convey what I'm feeling. What Alice calls my sight can transfer those feelings directly into another person's head, making everything so easy.
Yeah, well, that's just an overview of how weird my life is. How weird my family and soul mate are. And, I suppose, especially how weird I am.