Renesmee's twin sister

Growing Up

Annalie's POV
Me and Renesmee were older now. We looked about 6 years old. I got a little bit of attention, Alice and Carlisle are paying attention to me now. Grandma Esme pays only a little bit attention to me, if I'm

hungry and she needs to feed me. Also, when Grandma Esme has to babysit me and Renesmee, because mommy and daddy are going out a lot lately, I don't know why.

"Anna?!" Rosalie called out. I came out from the closet, Renesmee had threw me into. I had gotten scared so I stayed inside there for about an hour. The family was looking for me, well, at least mommy, Rosalie, Alice and Grandpa Carlisle were. I saw Auntie Rosalie in front of me, I put my arms up for her to carry me.

She picked me up, and I cried in her shoulder. Auntie Rosalie didn't even have to ask me why I was crying, Renesmee was being a big bully lately and Auntie Rosalie has seen Renesmee throw me on the

ground, once. Renesmee throws hard, she gave me some cuts and bruises. "Why would you stay in there?" She asked me. "I-I... I got sc-scared!" I stuttered

"Shhh.." Auntie Rosalie said soothingly rubbing my back. I sniffled a bit. My shoulder has a bruise on it from Renesmee 'accidentally' pushing me in a

lake while we were all taking a little walk in the forest. I had hit my shoulder on a rock and it still hurts! "Anna? Rosalie?" Mommy said as she came inside. Mommy saw me crying and got me from Auntie Rosalie, carefully.

"Baby!" Mommy gasped as she laid me on her hip, her arm around my waist, keeping me from falling off. She wiped my tears away with her thumb. "Baby, nobody'll hurt you. Did Renesmee do this?" She asked me, I nodded.

She sighed. "Anna, would you like Grandpa Carlisle to check you out if your hurt?" She asked me. I nodded, sniffling. "Alright, let's go baby girl" she said taking me to the medic.

"Carlisle, can you check Anna just in case she got any boo-boos?" Mommy asked Grandpa Carlisle. "Alright, give her here" Grandpa Carlisle said as Mommy carefully gave me to Grandpa Carlisle. I looked at Grandpa Carlisle, he smiled at me.

"Let's see here. Anna, has Renesmee been bullying you again?" He asked me. I nodded "all the time, 24/7!" I say as Mommy and Grandpa Carlisle

chuckled a little. I stared at them both "is my pain funny to you?" I asked them seriously. "No, sweetheart. Your cuteness is funny to me" said Mommy.

I frowned and crossed my arms over my chest as I looked at Mommy. I tried to be mad at her but I ended up laughing. My mommy always thinks I look cute when I'm mad.

"Here, lay down" Grandpa Carlisle said as he laid me down on a table-thingy. I laid down on my back as Grandpa Carlisle heard my heartbeat. He then checked my mouth with a wooden stick on my tongue.

He then pulled my short sleeve down, and looked at my shoulder. It was light purpleish and blueish. Grandpa Carlisle winced as he looked at it. "Yikes, Anna are you alright? Does it hurt?" He asked "only if you touch it" I reply.

Grandpa Carlisle touched it and I winced. "It hurts!" I cried and Grandpa Carlisle put his index finger off of it. "Well, it's a bruise" he sighs. "You think I don't know that?!" I say and he smiled. Grandpa Carlisle thinks it's cute when I act sassy and mad too.

I don't see it! How is it cute?! Is there just something about me that makes it cute? Or maybe that's just what happens to adults, maybe they have this 'Grown-Up Stage' making the adults think everything is cute.