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I vaulted over the log ahead of me, relishing the incredible feeling of flying through the beautiful forest, before I landed back on the ground and continued to sprint. Each stride I took propelled me farther than over around 30 human steps - my super strength and speed, along with my enhanced senses, were definitely one of the greatest perks of being half-vampire, though I wasn't nearly as fast as my family members. It was a beautiful day and running through the forest was one of my favorite feelings in the world; it was exhilarating and exuberating and relaxing all at once.

I quickly snapped out of my thoughts as I heard the thundering of paws of the giant wolf behind me, meaning he was catching up to me. I focused on putting more power in my strides and felt the wind blow my long, bronze curls behind me as my speed picked up. I never lost - especially not to the rather cocky werewolf on my tail, who also happened to be my best friend in the whole world, Jacob Black.

Honestly, I can't remember a time in my life when Jacob wasn't there with me. Some of my earliest memories were of him holding me and caring for me as a baby. He was there when I first learned to talk and he was still there when I got my first bra. Honestly, sometimes it was mortifying to think that he had been changing my diapers when I was little. But Jacob didn't find it odd at all. For him it just felt natural. He was so close with my family, we basically considered him a part of our tight-knit group and he seemed to always be around when I needed him.

I saw the tawny wolf next to me and frowned as I realized he was going faster than I thought. I was just pushing myself to go even faster when the big dog lunged in front of me, as if he was trying to cut me off. My competitive side kicked in and with my vampire skills I leapt into the air and tackled the wolf.

I landed under the large, hairy wolf with my arms and legs pinned to the ground under his giant paws. Wolf-Jacob lowered his head, his teeth grazing my neck. I knew he was trying to scare me. I glared at him, hating the vulnerable position I was in, even if it was just play. Wolf-Jacob grinned and licked my entire face with his huge, slobbery tongue.

"You are such a cheater!" I yelled, lifting my legs and kicking the wolf off me and slamming him into a tree. I quickly wiped my face with my shirt and scrambled to my feet. I couldn't see Jacob but heard him and knew he was phasing back to human form.

I turned to give him some privacy, even though I couldn't see through the thick tree trunk. I may have had a few supernatural abilities but x-ray vision wasn't one of them. Come to think of it, x-ray vision would be pretty cool. I wondered if there was a vampire out there who possessed that ability. I would have to ask my grandpa Carlisle when I got home later.

I smelled Jacob before I saw him - the sweet woodsy aroma that had turned into a comfort smell, my favorite smell, over the years. I wondered if it was possible to make your own personal cologne and bottle it. If there was a Jacob cologne, I'd buy 10,000 bottles of it. Heck, I would even bathe in it. Wait, ewwww…. That would actually be totally disgusting. What are you thinking, Renesmee? I chided myself mentally.

"Boo!"

I rolled my eyes but couldn't help a smile that crept across my lips. I found it highly amusing that Jacob thought that he could sneak up on me. I spun around to see my best friend standing there in nothing but ripped denim cut-off shorts and sneakers. I was used to Jacob's attire, or lack thereof, because it made phasing so much easier for him since he didn't have to carry around a shirt, too.

"You can't scare me, Jacob," I laughed.

Jacob raised his eyebrows, "Oh, I could if I really wanted to."

"Oh, I'm sure you could," I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm.

He had a wicked gleam in his eyes, "Fine, you asked for it, Nessie. I'll get you one day, and you won't see me coming."

I seriously doubted that but I let him get his hopes up. "Fine, whatever you say, Jakey," I said, using the pet name I had created for him when I was very young. Technically, I was only 5 years old, if you counted the years I had lived on this Earth, but I certainly did not look like a 5 year old. I looked and acted like a normal 15 year old girl (at least I thought I did. Truth be told, I didn't have much experience with teenagers outside of myself and Jacob's wolf pack). This was because my body and brain matured 3 times faster than a normal human's since I was half-vampire.

"Hey, what time is it?" Jake asked suddenly.

"Uhh…" I glanced up at the sun at its highest position in the sky, "Probably around noon. Why? Are you hungry?" I loved to tease Jacob about his huge appetite, though it wasn't necessarily his fault. As a shapeshifter, he had to consume a ton of calories a day to stay healthy.

Jacob's stomach growling answered my question. Jake grinned down at me. Did I mention my best friend was immortal and had the body of 16-year old boy? A super tall 16-year-old boy, I might add, who made me and my perfectly respectable height of 5 foot 4 look like a midget.

I rolled my eyes, "C'mon, let's go home." Then I had an idea, "Wait!" I held up my hand, which Jacob took and held my palm against the side of his warm cheek. I projected images of me riding his wolf form through the forest when I was little into his head and he immediately got my message.

Jake's eyes lit up, "I didn't know you still liked to do that!"

I just shook my head and smiled. Riding wolf-Jacob was one of my favorite things in the whole world and I didn't think I could ever get tired of it. It may have even been better than running through the forest myself. Actually, a close second, I thought, thinking of the freedom sprinting through the forest on my own two legs gave me. Nothing could compare to that.

Jacob quickly phased into the rust-colored wolf that had playful brown eyes as my Jacob. I reached over to scratch behind his ears and giggled when he nudged me with his big nose while his tongue rolled out of his mouth like he couldn't control it in pleasure. Yeah, I even knew what wolf-Jacob liked.

Wolf-Jacob crouched down so I could climb onto his back and cling onto his fur like reins. "Go, Wolfy, go!" I whispered when I was ready and the wolf took off in a running jump. We sprinted through the forest, a little faster than before (Jake no doubt powered by the motivation of food), and I crouched over, hugging the wolf and enjoying the feeling of the breeze in my hair and face.

All too soon, we arrived at the clearing of my family's big house. And when I said big house, I meant it was big. My grandmother Esme had expanded the already huge mansion so that I had my own bedroom inside (since my bedroom in the cottage was small and I only really used as a study room now). The whole house was a true architectural treasure, beautifully blending modern concrete and glass into the woodsy tones of the forest so that it blended in with the trees around it.

I climbed off Jacob and started up the front door steps as he phased back into a human and then followed me into the house. The house was quiet but I knew for a fact it was not entirely empty; I knew Esme and Rosalie were home, though the rest were probably still on their hunting trip..

Jacob and I entered the pristine white kitchen, which was also deserted. I jumped up to sit on the granite countertop, "So what do you want to eat?" I had realized I was hungry too. I could eat human food or drink blood, usually only an animal's which was no one near as good as human blood. I usually just ate normal food when I was with Jacob since it was easier.

"Umm… anything Esme can make is fine, really," Jacob replied.

"How about a grilled cheese sandwich?" I asked, hopping down from the counter with an idea in mind. I had seen enough Food Network to put together lunch for two people. Before Jake could even respond, I was zipping around the kitchen grabbing bread, butter, cheese, and all the other ingredients I thought I needed. Once I was determined to do something, I always saw it through.

"Whoa, Nessie, you're going to make lunch?"

I slowed down to human speed, dropping everything on the huge island in the middle of the kitchen. I tried not to let the surprise in Jacob's voice get to me. Did he not think I was capable of cooking a simple sandwich? "Yes, Jacob. I will be making lunch. Do you have a problem with that?" Ugh… that sounded a lot more serious than I wanted it to be. I knew Jacob would hear the hurt in my voice. My age and maturity were often touchy subjects between the two of us. I wanted to be treated like an adult, but it seemed like everyone still looked at me like a little kid.

"No, Nessie, of course not! I'm sure you're an amazing chef!" Yep, he had heard it. "Here, I'll help you," Jake began to walk over to me but I quickly pushed him out of the kitchen.

"Nope, I'm doing this on my own. I don't need your help," Now I could see the hurt in Jacob's expression - after all, he lived to help me - and immediately felt bad. "I just want to do this on my own, that's all," I explained quickly, "You can go watch TV."

"If you're sure..." Jake's voice drew out.

"I am," I said firmly, as I gave him a little push, "Now go! The most delicious grilled cheese sandwich you could ever imagine will be ready before you know it." I spun around and hurried back into the kitchen, satisfied as I heard the TV turn on in the other room.

I quickly got to work on making lunch. Just as I had placed the sandwiches on two blue plates and filled two glasses with lemonade, Esme entered the kitchen, humming a familiar tune I had heard my father play on the piano. Esme was technically my grandmother, but she looked so young it was odd to call her Grandma. Instead, I usually called her Esme like everyone else.

"Good morning, Renesmee, honey. You know I could have made lunch if you wanted. You didn't have to do that," Esme's voice soft and sweet.

"Oh no, Esme. It's fine. I can make lunch for Jacob and I," I assured her quickly. I knew Esme wasn't trying to baby me or anything when she cooked every meal for me. She just really liked to cook and watch cooking shows, and I was the only one who could really eat her food.

"Alright sweetie, but I'm always perfectly happy to cook for you," Esme replied, "Now, I'm going upstairs to work on some new floor plans. Your parents and the others should be home before 3:00." She smiled at me before turning and leaving the room in a blur.

I balanced the plates on my arms and held the glasses in my hands, obviously using my vampire abilities, and carried them into the den where Jacob was sitting watching a football game. I set the food and drinks on the coffee table in from of the couch with a flourish.

"Thank you, Nessie! This looks great! Who knew you could cook?" He poked me in the side and laughed.

I grinned, grabbed my plate, and plopped down next to Jake on the plush leather sofa. I took a big bite of my sandwich and was quite pleased with the outcome of my cooking endeavor for the day.

"What do you want to watch?" Jake asked me, holding up the TV remote. I knew a lot about football from listening to Uncle Emmet's rants since I was little, but Jake knew I didn't love watching sports.

"Hmmmm…" I took the remote and flipped the TV channels at super-human speed before finally discovering one that was playing Spiderman, probably my favorite superhero; plus, I knew Jake liked him too.

"Hey Nessie?" Jake asked softly, taking a sip of his lemonade.

"Yeah?" I responded, not taking my eyes off the movie.

"We're having a beach party at La Push tonight, like for the end of summer, and the guys invited you to come if you want," Jake informed me, rather awkwardly. I wondered why he was acting differently. They always had an end of summer beach party and I always went.

"Of course I'll go Jake!" I exclaimed, finally letting my eyes leave the TV screen to look at Jacob, only to see him staring expectantly at me. I saw him breathe a sigh of relief at my response and wondered why he was so worried. But I quickly let it go as I let myself get immersed in the movie again.

After we had finished eating and watching the movie, Jake and I did the dishes together, and then had a full blown water war that took an extra ten minutes to clean up. Jake said he had to go on patrol with his werewolf pack and would pick me up later to go to the beach party. I decided to go up to my room and relax before the rest of my family got home.

I absolutely adored the new bedroom Esme had designed for me. It seemed to be the only place I felt like a grownup and not just a child. And technically speaking, my bedroom would be considered a suite. The walls were painted purple, my favorite color, with white trim. The first part of the room had hardwood flooring and a furry white area rug under the daybed, loveseat, and glass table that made up the main sitting area. A full length mirror stood in the corner of my sitting room too, near my desk and fuzzy purple rolling chair.A beautiful stone fireplace was in the middle of two doors leading to my bathroom and closet, which Aunt Alice had designed and filled with lots of clothing I would most likely never touch.

The other half of my room was raised like it was on one giant step and fully carpeted. My kind-sized bed on its wrought iron frame stood in the center, covered in soft blankets and plush pillows. I could admit the canopy hanging above the bed was a bit more on the childish side, but I loved it and Esme thought it worked perfectly with the room. On the wall to the left of my bed were my shelves full of books, with a built-in window seat between them silk curtains and pillows.

I know my room sounded all posh and fancy; there were two chandeliers, after all (I couldn't stop Esme and Alice on that one). Of course I loved what Esme had done, but I had also tried my best to play down the elegance to make it more my style - which was not very girly, decadent, or sophisticated. Above my desk I hung my huge bulletin board I had covered in pictures (mostly of me and Jake), inspiring quotes, and other clippings from my everyday life. I had another strand of string and fairy lights where I clipped up Polaroid pictures. I had put a beanbag in the corner and added glass jars of candy on the table (Jake ate most of them). My bed was covered in stuffed animals, mostly wolves from Jacob since they were my favorite animal when I was little (they still were, but I hadn't told Jake that). I had a wall of framed portraits with my favorite Jane Austen quotes and my dresser was lined with knick knacks I had collected from around the world on my family and I's many travels. Next to my laptop on my desk, I had an antique typewriter that my father passed down to me.

I curled up in the corner of my window seat and pulled out my worn Pride and Prejudice novel. I absolutely loved Jane Austen and her irony and realism as she told stories of courtship, love, and marriage. But as I read her books over and over again, I always couldn't help but wonder if I would ever find my Mr. Darcy or Mr. Rochester.

I seemed to awake from a trance when I heard a knock on my bedroom door. Books always seemed to have that effect on me. Sighing, I closed my novel and slipped it back on the book case.

"Renesmee?"

I recognized the voice immediately as my mother's. Which meant my father was probably nearby as well.

"Come in!" I called but both my parents were already entering the room as my dad had most likely heard my mind.

Everyone always said I looked exactly like Edward, my father, but with my mother, Bella's, eyes which were a deep chocolate color. I had the same facial features as my dad, and the same bronze hair, though mine fell in long curls.

"Renesmee," my father began, sitting on the couch opposite of the loveseat where I was seated, "Your mother and I were thinking…" I saw my parents exchange a glance any normal human never would have caught, and my guard immediately went up. Oh no! What was their bad news?

My father sighed, "It's nothing bad, honey. We were just talking about school."

"School?" I echoed. Since when did they talk about school? I had been homeschooled at a college level since I was the human age of nine years old. As much as I had always dreamed of going to a normal high school, there seemed to be very little I could learn there.

"Your father and I think you should have a complete teenage experience. And highschool is definitely a part of that," my mother added.

I was going to highschool?

"When do I start?" I asked immediately.

My father chuckled, "When the summer's over and the school year begins. You'll be enrolled as a sophomore."

An ecstatic feeling washed over me. I couldn't wait to tell Jacob! I wondered what he would say. Suddenly a thought hit me, what if Jake wasn't going to school with me? I had never thought of that, I had always imagined him at my side everywhere I needed him, especially high school. If I didn't have Jacob, I wouldn't know anyone; I'd be all alone. Hadn't Jake promised he'd always been there for me? Yes, he did. I was sure of it. So he wouldn't break his promise and leave me stranded alone in a school of crazy human teenagers, right?

Edward smiled, "Jake is going to high school with you."

Yay! was the only word I thought of. I thought my parents were actually starting to look at me like a real teenager. I was going to highschool! Maybe I'd make some human friends. I could use some more girl friends to talk to. Jake was really great to a certain point but sometimes…. What if I met a guy I liked? What if I got a boyfriend?

My father looked uncomfortable and I immediately apologized mentally. Of course he wouldn't want me thinking of boys - just your typical overprotective father.

"Alright, we'll be going. I think Jake will be here soon. You may want to change into something more appropriate for the beach," my mother commented as she and my father left my room.

Crap! The beach party! I had totally forgotten!