"Dad, you know this is pointless, what is school going to be able to teach an extremely intelligent girl like me, even the specialist classes won't teach stuff that I don't already know." I moaned all the way (which wasn't long thanks to dad's manic driving).
"Honey we've spoken about this, you need to help keep our cover if you want to stay near Jacob." Was his blunt reply.
"You don't need to treat me like a seven year old."
"You are a seven year old."
"Dammit Dad!"
"Language, Nessie."
"How is Dammit language?"
"Don't forget I am from a time when manners mattered, and you, as my daughter, need to live up to my standards."
"I'm not a kid."
"Quite the contrary."
I sighed. Dad always knew what to say when it came to debate and he never stepped down until proven wrong. It was such a pain!
We were turning into the school gates and once parked, perfectly (right on the spot where dad saved mum's life...the first time), I slid out of the passenger side.
"Love you Honey."
"Bye dad (sigh)." I walked up to the main building; people stopped and stared the whole way. Even inside I was watched, there was no privacy in this place!
"Hello, you must be Renesmee Cullen, here's your timetable for the week, would you like a tour?" Asked the pink secretary.
"No thanks, mum told-... mum took me to the open evening a few weeks ago, I know my way well enough." If I'd said 'mum told me the way round and I can remember every word cos I'm a vampire and mum is really Bella from seven years ago not Esmee' I would have been screwed.
"That's great, so first you have English Literature. I'd like you to come back after lunch with your teachers' signatures to say you've been to the lesson..." blah blah blah and all that first day stuff. I noticed she was wearing an extremely short dress for someone her age (maybe 50), hot pink lipstick and way too much purple eye shadow. She'd also tried to pull off a pair of nine inch heels and that really hadn't worked, and she was wobbling away and slipping about before I could take a proper look at her hair. (She was obviously single)
I was walking to class when a zombie walked up to me.
"Hey, name's Eve. You're the new girl, right?" said the goth. She was wearing high buckled boots, a short black skater skirt, black tights with skulls all over, a black camisole with a see-through overthrow covered with (again) skulls. "You going to English lit?" A nod from me. "In that case, you wanna come sit over by me, I'm all alone in my corner. -By the way, you don't really have much choice: it's either me or Mr freak at the front. Sometimes, people say his eyes turn red!"
"I'll see." Was all I could say to that.