Chapter 1- Tree house

Author note: This is a story after breaking dawn. I've been re-reading the twilight series and felt like writing this. This is only fan fiction, the characters, setting, etc, belongs to the original author.

4 years after Breaking dawn (approximately 12 years old)

"Renessme Carlie Cullen! You get your butt down here this instant!"

My mother's voice calls up angrily to me from somewhere down below, pulling me from my heavy slumber. I open my eyes, confused at first, but then I jolt awake as I remember.

Jacob snores loudly beside me, loud as a chain saw, and completely oblivious to the oncoming horror. His sleeping bag is unzipped and wide open, his huge arms and legs flailing across the small space like a star fish; his left hand and leg even overlap my blankets. Meanwhile, I'm crowded into the corner.

Sleeping bag hog.

I ignore his spread limbs and unzip my own bag; pushing down the extra fuzzy blanket he must have covered me with sometime during the night, and then leap lithely from my spot to the tree house entrance.

"Yes, mom?" I ask, nonchalant, peering innocently down at the ground.

If you look innocent, you are innocent, I repeat to myself.

My mother stares up at me from a few paces away, leaning against the neighboring evergreen tree, her arms crossed, and an angry caterpillar set over her eyes. Her mouth is pursed in a thin line. Sam is in this huge wolf form beside her.

I wave down to them both, smiling bright and cheerfully. "Good morning!"

My mother scowls, still not impressed. Sam lets out a huff.

"You're father and I have been searching for you all night." She starts. "Do you have any idea of how sick with worry we've been? You're Aunt Alice couldn't see a thing, and your father couldn't hear that far. We didn't figure out you went to La push until we found your note after we searched your room."

I duck my head in guilt. "I was in bed…at midnight…but then I couldn't sleep…" I then continue lamely. "I wanted to finish the tree house before you saw it, and Jake said we could…"

Great, I threw him under the bus. Bonus points for using mom's nickname to soften her up.

My mother sighed, letting her arms fall to her sides. "So you decided to come all the way to La push to build it? What's wrong with the forest by our house? We have trees there, too."

I chew on my bottom lip, and bounce on the balls of my feet even though I'm crouched, a habit I picked up from her.

"I wanted to build it here…I wanted to show Amanda, Collin and Brandy, Sam and Emily, and everyone…"

My mother just sighs, and Sam growls through his mussel before disappearing into the bush, presumably to phase and let the others know I am found.

And then I know the storm is over. For me, at least.

"Jacob!" she calls loudly and I wince. "Jacob!"

Behind me the snores stop and the swearing starts.

"What? What's with the racket?" he grumbles, his voice thick with sleep. "Where's the fire?"

Then he spots me.

"It's a code red." I mouth to him, in quick explanation. Although I'm sure my mother could hear me just as well. "The fox is in the hen house. I repeat, the fox is in the hen house!"

I then move away from the door way to the right side wall. It's the only wall with a window on the side, a hole in the wall really, or hole in the thin board I should say.

Seriously this tree house isn't much of a build...

Jacob, meanwhile, tries to maneuver his giant form to the entrance in such a tiny space.

"Oh hey, bells. Fancy meeting you here." He jokes when he sees her.

My mother then let's him have it, going off on him about how the tree house isn't a structurally sound place for a 12 year old, and how he should be more responsible with me. I listen silently for a few minutes as they go back and forth over the details, but eventually my mind wanders off. In all honesty, this place does look seconds from falling apart. We didn't do a very good job.

I don't really pay much attention to either of them as they continue to bicker, my eyes wandering over to my backpack in the corner.

As I gather up my most important possessions, like my teddy bear Mr. Snuffles, I make a quick two second decision, and jump out of the window.

They can handle things.

"I'm going to Amanda's!" I announce, and before anyone can say anything or stop me, I leave.

I leap from branch to branch, tree to tree, and smile when I don't hear anyone behind me. Good.

I fly through the air, my body moving as fast as a car going sixty on the highway. Sure, it isn't as fast as a full grown vampire, but I'd say I got some extra speed thanks to my dad. I move faster than other half breed vampires apparently…this is a recent development thanks to my ever happening growth spurt.

Still, I have yet to get my period, if I even do, and Aunt Alice can't see when that will be…

I begin my decent downwards when I spot Amanda's familiar baby blue house through the trees. It's then that I hear the howl of a wolf far away behind me, and another responding howl even closer and right ahead of me. So close that I stop on a branch and have to cover my ears.

When the sound quits, I look around for the wolf, but find nothing. I shrug and continue my way down.

As I get closer to the ground, I can hear Amanda and her parents snoring away in their rooms. Once I'm a branch away from the dirt, I somersault in the air and land quietly as a cat by Amanda's window. Living on the reserve does have its advantages, similarly to Billy's house, Amanda's doesn't have many neighbors.

I knock on her window, a quick but heavy rap tap tap.

When she doesn't answer, I tap again, louder and more insistent this time.

"I'm up! I'm up!" she calls. "Hold your horses Nessie!"

To my right I think I hear a werewolf cough.

I scan the woods, but still don't see any familiar animal eyes…

Amanda throws her window open wide, hurriedly waving me in because it's cold, and I let go of whatever my vampire senses caught. I know I heard a werewolf.

"What's got your panties in a twist this morning?" she asks, pulling on a pair of sweats as I sit cross legged on her bed.

She checks the time. "Jeez Nessie, It's only 7 o'clock in the morning. And on a Saturday, too. Why couldn't you wake me up at ten thirty when I'm eating cereal and watching my Saturday morning cartoons?"

I shrug and take off my backpack, taking out Mr. snuffles. I hug him to my chest.

"Bad morning?" she asks, braiding her long black teenage locks into a quick simple braid.

I shrug. "Mom's mad at me and Jacob. We snuck out last night to finish the tree house I told you about…"
I don't continue talking but instead grab her arm and give her a visual replay with my "gift".

She pauses her braiding, her eyes going blank as she "watches". Once I'm done, I let my hand fall.

"I'm still not use to that." She notes, and I laugh.

"Why didn't you tell your parents?" she asks, sitting down beside me.

(Will continue later, please review, and comment. I would love to improve my writing)