Renesmee [JACOB BLACK]

6. First Day Of School

Renesmee Cullen

The next day, I woke up even earlier. In fact, I had barely slept. After a hunt with my parents, a soothing shower and a cup of coffee, I was dressed in my new sweater from Jacob, comfy jeans and boots. In my hand was a school bag that would be too heavy if I was a human.

I was about to begin my walk to school when my father insisted to drive me. More like, to examine me on the way. If I was going to be among humans, I had to follow certain rules. I had to present myself in a certain way. Being a supernatural creature was never easy.  We had to lie and hide and lie and repeat the process over and over wherever we went.

My father sighed, probably annoyed with my thoughts. He was trying to be a good father. Didn't he know he was great? A little conservative, but great?

He parked the car and smiled at me.

"I'm so proud of you, honey," said he.

I didn't say anything, instead, I simply smiled back at him.

As I was getting out of the car and tugging on my sweater to adjust it, I swore I had heard him say: "I love you."

Nearly half an hour later, I had gotten out of the main office of the school, from where I had had to pick up my schedule. Apparently, my parents had thought that my schedule for the whole school year would be full of advanced classes. However, I insisted on it being changed by my taste and now instead of Homeroom Maths Honors, I had Homeroom Choir. Or, at least had to.

Due to being late, I decided that skipping Homeroom Choir would be the better choice. Plus, most of the students were in the hallways, wandering or giggling with their cliques, probably discussing how their summer holiday had been.

Thank God, for now, high school seemed to be absolutely nothing like the ones I had seen in movies and read about. There didn't seem to be the stereotypical groups, such as the jocks and the mean girls, like Regina George and "The Plastics". Instead, for now, it looked as if it was full of hipsters and kids who appreciated the indie culture. Most of the girls wore either flower crowns in their hair or kept it in messy buns. Even some boys seemed brave enough to show up with flower crowns as well. The freshmen wore mostly cropped band tees and booty shorts. I could already spot young Directioners.

Wow, I thought and giggled. I would fit in perfectly. It was like I had entered the Tumblr heaven in real life.

My parents had told me not to worry about the stares I was going to receive, according to them. What stares? No one was staring at me. It was like I did not exist at all. And you know what? I was glad for it.

Just as I had found my locker, the bell rang and I had to rush for my next period - Biology - the same class in which my parents had met for the first time. I rolled my eyes and chuckled at the thought.

As soon as I walked into the classroom, I took a seat next to a boy. Perhaps he was a freshman, judging by his childlike pimpled face. I took out my tablet and prepared to take notes during class.

"iPad? Very impressive," said the boy next to me, referring to my tablet. He grinned, flashing a braced smile. I smiled softly back and immediately introduced myself.

"Rahneshmay?", he muffled, making my name sound like an Indian one. "How do they call you for shorter?"

"Uhh, it's pronounced Ruh-Nez-May," I explained. The disadvantage of having such a name was the fact that I always had to either spell it letter by letter, either to correct people who were pronouncing it wrong. Blame my mom.

"Just call me Ren," I smiled at him. He grinned again.

Just then the teacher came. He introduced himself as Mr Banner and started checking the students.

"Renesmee Cullen?", he asked, pronouncing my name surprisingly perfectly. I raised my hand.

He was about to continue with the check-up when I heard him gasp loudly.

"Wait! Cullen? We had a Cullen!", the teacher raised his voice. He was obviously referring to my father. I sighed softly, hoping there would be no more questions. Just my luck, when a blonde girl, who I assumed was a senior, exclaimed:

"You're a Cullen?!"

Oh, Lord!

"Yeah," I shyly replied.

Luckily, Mr Banner continued with checking up the rest of the students and reading the rules for his class. He was allowing us to use mobile devices to take notes. But he would collect them for tests and examinations, obviously.

For now, high school was far more enjoyable than being homeschooled.