6 YRS POST-BD: On her first day of H.S, Nessie befriends Chelsea Gray - a girl with a dark secret. When Alice can't see her future and she miraculously survives a fatal car crash, Nessie finds she has more in common with her than she thought. BOOK CANON.
1. Nessie Starts High School
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Twilight Saga: Crescent (Book 5)
Chapter One: "Nessie Starts High School"
Original Twilight Characters, Locations and Events (c) Stephanie Meyer
All other Characters, Locations, and Events (c) Fire Inferno & Leigh-Anne Kaylen
“YOU ATE THE CLASS HAMSTER!?!?!” my mother asked incredulously.
My eyes remained glued to my feet as Uncle Emmett lay on the floor wheezing for unneeded air in between his booming laughs. My eyes quickly swept across the room, analyzing the rest of my family’s reactions. Shock seemed to be the unanimous reflex.
“I was hungry,” I answered timidly, my eyes continuing to burn holes into the hard mahogany floors of our Denali living room. “We had just gotten inside from recess where we played a very intense game of tag. I didn’t have any blood left in my thermos, so…I improvised.”
My mother and father stared wide eyed while the rest of the family (minus my uncle) bit their lips to refrain from joining Emmett.
“I don't think this is her fault,” interjected Grandpa Carlisle, doing his best to keep his usually calm composure. “If my projections are correct, she should be experiencing her fastest rate of growth. I can imagine she has quite an appetite.”
“You still could have called!” cried my mother, more shocked than angry.
“It was really sunny out,” I said timidly, doing my best to defend myself. “I knew none of you would be able to bring me another thermos, Jake is still in Forks, and it wasn’t like I could go hunting in the middle of math class.”
“I know, but…the hamster?” said my mother, obviously disheartened by loss of Squeaky.
That set Uncle Emmett overboard. He shook the house as he pounded his fist against the kitchen floor, no longer able to successfully breathe. Aunt Rose rushed over to attend to her dying husband as the rest of my family lost control and broke out laughing, which slowing faded into an annoying buzzing sound.
My eyes opened to the horrible screeching of my alarm clock. With all the possible motor control I could muster, which I'll admit was not very much even by human standards, I fought a losing battle with the Snooze button. Finally I came out victorious and returned to the feathery softness of my pillow. I couldn't wait for this stupid growth spurt to finish and I could finally function without having to waste my time sleeping. Sleeping was such a drag, especially when you lived in a house with a bunch of eternal insomniacs.
Without warning, my bedroom door exploded. "Good morning sleepyhead!" sang out my perpetually chipper Aunt Alice as she danced into my room.
The shock-wave from the explosion knocked me out of bed, causing an unwelcome early morning rendezvous with my cold, hard bedroom floor. I groaned, not expecting the ADHD Princess for alteast another half-hour. Not willing to surrender to the day yet, I grabbed the pillow and blanket off my bed and resumed my slumber on the floor. I heard the pitter-patter of her feet slow as she danced over to me.
"Why are you sleeping on the floor?" she asked incredulously.
"I was on my bed."
"Well, it’s time to get up Nessie! Today is the first day of school and we want you looking your absolute best. There will be plenty of boys to impress!"
"I don't want to impress any boys. I want to sleep!"
I groaned, or growled, I wasn't sure which: it was too early to form coherent thoughts. I forced myself off the floor and onto my feet. In my mind, a plan was formulating. I smiled to myself, thankful for times like these when Alice could not see my future.
"What’s that?" I asked, staring in amazement out my door.
"What's what?" responded my aunt, violently turning her attention to where I was looking.
"That, in the hallway; it's something shiny."
Alice, obviously confused, made her way to my door and looked out into the hallway. "I don't see anything shiny out here Nes-"
With a swift kick to her butt, she flew into the hallway. I slammed the door shut and locked the bolt. I smiled. There was an angry knock on the door. "That wasn't nice Nessie!" whined Alice.
"I'm sorry," I said, "Nessie isn't here right now. Please leave a message after the beep. BEEP."
"Oh, hi Nessie. It's your Auntie Alice. Your mother wanted me to let you know that you should be ready for school in an hour. She also wanted me to remind you to go out and grab breakfast so you can make it until lunch without eating any poor defenseless class pets. We both know you need help picking out your clothes so why don't you give me a call when you're ready."
I couldn't help but laugh; something that in my five years of life my aunt was always able to get me to do. In fact, my entire family could get me to laugh. I don't think you could find a happier daughter in the entire human or vampire world.
I grabbed my hunting clothes -- and old pair of worn out jeans and one of my mom's old torn up sweaters -- and went over to the mirror to check my appearance. I never could understand why I checked my appearance anytime I left my room. Maybe it was a Cullen thing, or maybe it was just some biological need of my 15 year old body. Appeased that the animal kingdom wouldn't be abhorred by my appearance, I made my way over to my balcony and jumped down. I was just about to head out into the woods when I heard my father come up behind me.
"Good morning Nessie," he said, smiling. "Did you sleep well?"
"You're the mind reader Dad," I answered sarcastically. "Shouldn't you already know?"
"Yeah, but a father can't pass up his chance to talk to his daughter. Do you mind if I join you? I'm feeling a little hungry and I don't want to sacrifice any innocent hamsters," he said with his trademark crooked smile.
"DAD! I asked you not to look in on my dreams!"
"I know I know, but I've been worried about you. You've been so quiet lately and I wanted to make sure you were alright. You're not too nervous about this whole high school thing are you?"
'You should know this already,' I said to him in my mind. 'So why don't we cut to the chase. I was rudely awakened this morning and not in the best of moods.'
My father laughed and I couldn't help but smile. There was something about him that no matter how I was feeling or no matter how mad I was at him or my mother, his laugh always made me feel 100 times better. It's always been that way, and I hoped that it always would. Together we started running towards the forest, waiting for our vampire senses to pick up the scent of our favorite game...Elk.
"Fair enough," he said with his crooked smile. "I know you're feeling nervous about being reintroduced to the whole idea of a public education, but believe me when I say that your mother and I have nothing but confidence that you will do superbly."
"Sometimes I wish that Alice could see my future, just so I would have some reassurance."
"What? Is your parent’s reassurance not enough that you need some from a finicky, shopaholic pixie?" he laughed.
"No, it's just...you're my parents. You have to reassure me! It's your job!"
"Hmm," my father said with a pensive look on his face. "I don't remember that being part of the contract when we bought you off that street bum..."
"Dad!" I whined, not amused by his little joke.
We picked up the scent of a herd of Elk and put the conversation on hold while we allowed our instincts to take over. After we had both had our fill, we disposed of the carcasses and made our way back to our house.
"All I'm trying to say kiddo," continued my father, "is that everyone has faith that you will do just fine. It may have been a little early to put you in school when the hamster incident happened, but you're older and more mature now."
"Come on dad -- that was 2 years ago. I'm not that much older."
"But you are. While you may grow faster than a normal human, that doesn't mean that you don't mature just as fast. Your mother and I are incredibly proud of the young woman you've become."
I smiled, letting the blood flow into my face. There was something soothing about my dad's words. Maybe he was right. Maybe I was ready. I mean, for all biologically intensives purposes, I had grown almost 7 years since the hamster incident. He was right, I had grown up, and I am ready for this.
"That's what I like to hear," said my dad, commenting on my thoughts as he reached around my shoulder and gave me a side hug. I smiled at him as we reached the house. "Now go take a quick shower and get ready for school. I'm giving you, your mother and Alice a ride to school today."
"Why? What about the others?" I asked.
"Today is for freshman only, and the rest of us are posing as older students. It's hard to pass Rosalie and Emmett off as freshman, so we enrolled them as juniors. Jasper and I are a little younger looking, but still not young enough to pass for freshman so we are going to enroll as sophomores."
I nodded. Made sense. Emmett was so large that he could probably pass for a college junior. And Rose, well, she had the "attributes" of a senior. But why-
"You're mom wanted to make sure you got adjusted alright," he said, answering my unasked question. "Besides, she said she never really had a good high school experience in Phoenix so she wanted to start again from the beginning."
I smiled. My mom and I were so close in "age" that we were practically best friends. She still had her motherly moments, but I knew she couldn't help it. It would be nice to have her in some of my classes, but I was a little worried about --
"Glad to see you're awake and not grumpy," she said with a smile, "ready to go pick out our outfits?"
I sighed, but realizing the fruitlessness of my resistance, nodded.
"Yay! Oh my gosh you are going to look so good!" she said, grinning from ear to ear. I'd heard the horror stories of "Bella Barbie" from my mother, and knew firsthand the horrors that could be committed when Alice had free reign over clothing, but I wouldn't deny my pixie aunt her one desire. She just better not get used to it.
"I wouldn't hold your breath," answered my dad quietly.
"I heard that!" sang Alice. "Come on Nessie, we have some serious work to do!"
Oh come on, I couldn't look that bad...could I?
Apparently I could, because the girl looking back at me in the mirror was notme. This girl's hair fell softly past her shoulders, curling all the way framing her beautiful face. This girl's features were soft and warm, punctuated by her slightly golden-brown eyes. This girl had curves that could make a man melt in a matter of seconds. This girl was beautiful. I was not.
"You look absolutely gorgeous," said my mom, walking into the room with a smile on her face.
I didn't really know what to say. A part of me was unwilling to accept that the girl looking back at me in the mirror was actually little old Nessie Cullen. Another part realized the fact, and relished in it. I really was beautiful, whether it be because I was half-vampire or not, this was me. I smiled.
Rose walked into my room and took one look at me. I swear I thought her eyes were going to pop out of her head. "Damn Nessie! When did you get boobs!?!" Every ounce of blood in my body rushed into my face. I looked back at the mirror. She was right.
"Maybe I should change shirts," said the old self-conscious Nessie.
"What!?! Why?" asked Alice. "Nessie you look hott!"
"Alice," interrupted my mother, "can you take Rose out into the hallway while I have a little talk with my daughter."
Alice nodded and followed Rose out of the room. My mother closed and locked the door behind them. She turned at me and gave an apologetic smile. "I'm sorry about them," she said, laughing. "You really do look stunning though. I can't believe how fast you've grown up."
"Mom," I whined. "Dad already gave me this speech."
"Yeah, well deal with it!" she playfully ordered. "I'm the mother, and I'm entitled to have these little chats with my daughter."
"Alright, but can we atleast get this over with quickly. I don't want to be late on my first day of school."
"While I highly doubt that is your motivation behind wanting to get out of our little chat, I will make this quick. And to make it even better, you just have to listen."
I sighed, but nodded.
When my mother and I walked out of my room, I was as pale as a ghost -- and that's saying something when you live in a house of vampires. The words that came out my mother’s mouth...I didn't think someone could listen to those things without spontaneously combusting. It wasn't the "Birds and the Bee's" talk, I had gotten that months ago. No, this was something way worse. This was the "What High School Boys Are Thinking" talk mixed in with the "How to Deal With Your Father When He Hears What High School Boys Are Thinking" talk. Never had I pitied my father so much.
Together, with our backpacks over our shoulders, we met Alice and Dad out by his BMW Gran Turismo. Sometimes, I was convinced he loved that car more than me, even though he fervently denied it.
"Ready girls?" he asked, obviously trying to hide the fact he had heard our little chat.
All three of us nodded. Alice and I climbed in the back seat while my mother climbed up in front with my dad. Alice was jumping up and down, going a hundred miles a minute about all the classes she was taking, the cool fashions she was going to try out, and...well to be honest I stopped listening. Something rather amazing had caught my eye, and I couldn't get it out of my mind: my mom and dad were holding hands.
It's not like they haven't held hands (and much, much more) before, but I couldn't help but notice how lost they were in each other’s eyes. I felt a twinge deep inside my chest; a deep, hidden desire to feel what they were feeling, to feel the absolute love that all the couples in my family felt. Ever since Jake was forced to leave, there has been this hole in the very core of my immortal soul that refused to close. My dad looked back at me and smiled. I blushed, realizing that he had heard everything I had just thought.
It was only a fifteen minute drive to the high school, and when we pulled into the drop off circle the intoxicating smell of human blood filled my nostrils and the unquenchable burning in my throat began to flare. Thoughts kept racing through my mind: what if I slipped? What if I couldn't control my thirst? What if I'm not ready for this? I was completely unaware that Alice and my mother had gotten out of the car and were now waiting for me.
"She'll be with you in one minute, I'm just gonna talk to her for a second," Dad told my mom. She nodded, waved at me, and told me she would wait for me inside. I, in the meantime, was still frozen in the backseat.
"I don't know if I can handle this," I said, knowing full well my dad could hear all the thoughts buzzing around in my head. "The smell...it's just too strong."
"Nessie," said my dad, taking my head softly in his hand and turning it towards him. My eyes were pouring right into his. "I know you can handle this. Just try not to breathe through your nose, and if it ever gets too much, just hold your breath and run to the bathroom. Remember, this is your mom's first real high school experience as a vampire too, so try to work together and I know you two can get through this."
I nodded. He smiled. I smiled. That is how most of our problems got solved: with a crooked grin.
I got out of the car, cautiously, just making sure my instinct didn't take over and I accidentally had a freshman for breakfast.
"Come on slowpoke," yelled my mom from the front door of the school. "We don't want to be late for the pep rally!"
The three of us followed the crowd of teenagers, some as giddy as Alice about their new environment, others looking like they would rather be getting a root canal. If you were to place me on that spectrum, I would be somewhere around chronic constipation...which I got by the way -- stupid human food.
Finally the crowd led us into the gym of Coltelle High School, the only source of public education within twenty miles of the small town we had moved to in northern New York. Where Forks had been rainy, Coltelle was just cold...something that my family didn't mind. While my temperature was so abnormally high that I could wear a bikini in December and not even get the chills, the rest of my family was dead so...what did they care? It wasn't like they could get any colder.
Mom and Alice grabbed my hands as we climbed to the very top of the bleachers. The gym was abuzz with conversations ranging from class schedules, summer vacations, and "how cute Robert Pattinson was" -- whoever the heck he was.
"See anything entertaining in our future," my mom asked Alice, "or is this going to be as boring as my freshman pep rally?"
Alice smiled, obviously scanning the future. "Hmm, let’s see here. We have overzealous senior MC, slutty student council president, roid rage football captain and...the musical stylings of a wanna be Eminem."
"Boring as mine then."
The girl next to me laughed. I looked over at her, a little confused as to why she was listening in on our conversation. Realizing that I was looking at her, the giggle fit quickly silenced. "Sorry," she said, trying to hold in her laughter. "I didn't mean to eavesdrop. I was just picturing what your friend was describing. I'm Chelsea by the way, Chelsea Gray."
Chelsea was extraordinarily beautiful. Her curly brown hair fell softly to the middle of her back, accenting her rosy complexion which radiated in the lighting. It was her eyes that caught my attention though; a soft turquoise, as deep as the ocean. But like the ocean, in the depths there was darkness, a sadness that she kept hidden by her infectious smile that highlighted her snow white teeth. It was the kind of beauty you typically see in art gallery portraits.
"Renesmee," I said smiling at her. "Renesmee Masen. These are my sisters Bella McCarty and Alice Masen."
"Well Alice, my brother Edward and I are all adopted, along with Bella and her brother Emmett and Alice's boyfriend Jasper Hale and his sister Rosalie."
"Oh, I guess that...makes...sense." I could tell she was having trouble believing my story. "So does that means you and Alice are --- "
"Twins?" I finished, faking a smile. I was against the idea, but Alice loved it...as I knew she would. "Yeah, we are fraternal twins."
"Really? You guys don't really look alike."
"Fraternal twins often don't. Just look at Ashton Kutcher and his fraternal twin brother Michael. My brother Edward and I look alot more alike though."
"Oh, how old is he?"
"He's a sophomore, but he's dating Bella here."
"Really? Isn't that...a little weird? I mean, your brother dating someone in your own house?"
"Not as weird as the fact that Sherlock Holmes never said 'Elementary, my dear Watson,'" I said, deflecting the conversation away from my mother and father.
"How would you know?"
"I've read all of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle's Sherlock Holmes novels."
"All of them?"
"It was a rainy weekend and I was going through this phase..."
My mom and Alice snickered next to me. I threw them a glance, but they had the most angelic faces I couldn't keep myself from snorting out a little laugh. The lights suddenly dimmed and low and behold, the overzealous MC popped out of a trashcan in the middle of the gymnasium wearing florescent paint. Chelsea and I groaned together, looked at each other, and then laughed.
I think I had just found my first human friend.
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Originally Posted: January 11, 2009