Sunrise

Hopeful Wishing (273)

Taking in a deep breathe, the little girl lifted her tiny fist to the door. Her blonde hair was in pigtails and she wore a pink jumper. Today was the first day of school so she decided to put on the best outfit she could find. Her big blue eyes traveled up the door as it cracked open.

"Mommy? I'm off to school now. I'll come right home and tell you all about it." Her body swayed back and forth as she waited for a reply. Bang! The door slammed and her heart broke. She never really understood why her mommy hated her, she was always a good girl. She was never to loud, or threw fits. She didn't cause trouble or get in her mothers way. And she didn't even go through her mom's cabinet filled with smelly bottles.

Picking up her princess book bag she headed out the door. Her mommy didn't want to drive her to school, her mommy never wanted to look at her. Because she looked to much like her father, not that she ever told her daughter. Sasha. That's what she was named.

Sasha often wondered what her mother looked like. All she ever saw was a glimpse of red hair turning the corner. And though she felt neglected at times she knew she could never leave. Where would she go? She had no other place to call home, but the moment she did, she would run.

Kicking the rocks out of her path, Sasha let her thoughts move from the depression of her little life. She hoped she'd meet some nice people at her new school.

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Renesmee leaned her head back and sighed. Her much taller and wiser passenger glanced over at her. "You knew this was gonna happen eventually Nessie, don't seem so upset."

It wasn't that she didn't have time to prepare herself for today, it was that she just didn't see the reason why today had to happen. Going to public school was a complete waste, there wasn't a thing there that her family couldn't teach her. In fact she already knew enough about war than anybody her 'age' ever would.

Edward chuckled silently next to his sullen daughter. It had been two months since the intense, yet brief, confrontation with the Volturi. They all had been so wrapped up in the hell storm that was Aro, that they forgot that they actually had a human facade to keep up. So instead of staying home and having fun with her family to her hearts content, she was being put in school. As a 1st grader. Yay!! She thought.

"I know." She sighed. "But I was hoping aunt Alice would put a stop to it when she realized I couldn't play dress up twenty four seven."

What waste of hope that was. Alice was there first thing in the morning to help her get dressed. She'd seemed more excited than Renesmee was. It was obvious to everyone in the family that she'd seen something. But know matter what anyone said she wouldn't budge. Which wasn't completely unusual, Alice had a knack for surprises.

The car pulled to a stop in front of the school. Renesmee got out the car slumping feeling slightly put down.

Here we go.

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Cameron's body bounced easily as Rachel's feet touched the bed. And when Cameron came back down her feet went up. That's how'd it been for the last 15 minutes. He'd been up late last night worrying about what the morning would bring, he now regretted that decision with gusto. He wanted to cherish what few moments of sleep he had left.

"Cammy! Come on Cam. Wake up!" Rachel's little feet kicked and probed at him repeatedly as she leaned against the wall.

"Aren't you excited? We get to go to school today! Its gonna be so fun. I can't wait to make new friends." She whispered the last part sadly. It was the tone of her voice that made Cameron look over his shoulder at her.

He sighed, finally sitting up in his twin shack bed and looked at her. They both knew how hard it was to make friends in the place where they lived. Being bounced around from place to place isn't really all that fun when your a kid. Calling her name softly he smiled, "Your right. Today is gonna fun. I'm just tired is all. You wanna help me pick out my clothes?"

Rachel's gasp of excitement was the only response he needed. She rushed off to the trunk of clothes they shared and riffled threw it, mumbling something about first impressions.

Cameron just shook his head and turned toward the door, he was lucky his sister woke him up so early. If he had slept any later there would be no more food for them to eat. Walking into the kitchen quietly, he worked on making them breakfast.

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She woke with a start. Something had scared her unconsciously, something loud. Bang! There it was again. She could hear it from down the stairs. She knew that sound. It was the sounds of her mother's liquor cabinet being slammed closed. The curses that soon followed told Jazzett that her mother was out of everything, which also meant that she would be coming up to take her frustration out on her daughter.

Throwing the sheets of her in a flurry, Jazzett rushed to her door before pushing a desk against it. Daddy must not be home, she thought. It was only the time her mother really outwardly showed hate for her, though she was good at pretending in front of her husband. Jazzett was his most prized possession, some might even say he loved her more than his wife. whenever he was home he gave his daughter his undivided attention and Jazzett loved those moments the best because they were better than the times he was angry and his attention was on her mommy. or those moments when he was feeling extra affectionate and came into her room with his pants around his ankles.

she didn't know how to feel about those moments. because from she understood all the other daddy's in their neighborhood only did things like that with the other mommy's, it wasn't supposed to be a child's thing to do. but still whenever it did happen her father told her he loved her and that was a good thing. at least she hoped it was. she didn't want to stick out more than she already did. it was her eyes that made everyone run away in the playground. finally her daddy had had enough of it and bought her itchy contacts. when Jazzet heard he mother finally give up on trying to get through her bed room door she got up off the floor in the corner and worked on getting dressed for school.