Screw the Cullen's, I'm a Mikaelson [DISCONTINUED & REWRITTEN]

F*ck You, Renesmee!

It's been five years since mine and Renesmee's birth, and frankly everyone couldn't give two shits about me. That is, except my dad, Emmett.

Today was Renesmee's birthday as was mine, but like I said, no one cared about me.

I woke up and looked in the mirror in my room. I had taken Edward's old room since he now lived in the cottage with my brat twin sister and bitchy mother.

I looked about 17 years old now, my hair became redder and went down to the small of my back in cascades, and I still hadn't gotten my power.

I smiled at my appearance and scurried to change.

I pulled on some black ripped skinny jeans, a black v-neck, a black leather jacket, and black combat boots. I put on some red lipstick, black eyeliner, and mascara.

I smiled in the mirror and rushed downstairs just as Renesmee walked into the living room.

I smirked, she looked like a pink princess with the outfit I'm sure Alice picked for her.

She wore a pink skater skirt, white tucked in tank top, and pink cardigan. She had on pink platform heels, curled hair and natural looking make up.

"Well dear sister, happy birthday. Now should we get a move on to our first day in school?"

She smiled. "Thanks and happy birthday to you, too. And you can go if you want, Jake's driving me."

I scoffed. "Fine, tell the mutt I said burn."

I smiled and sped out of the house before she could say anything about me calling her soul mate a mutt.

I went and opened the garage. Seeing as how I was raised by Emmett, I became very tough and not all anywhere near girly.

I loved to fight, to cuss, I loved cars and motorcycles and I loved to find a good thrill. I ended up collecting a couple of cars and bikes over the years, with a little bit of Emmett's help.

So, as I looked around, I tried to decide whether to take my '79 black Harley Davidson, or my black '67 Chevy Impala.

I took first chose and grabbed the keys off the rack. As I rolled my bike out, a crappy old buggy came rolling up the drive way.

Jacob, I thought.

He stepped out his car and once he caught my scent he sneered at me.

"Geez, no happy birthday from the mutt? Meh, I couldn't give a crap."

I shrugged my shoulders.

"Watch you language, Artemis."

I snapped my head around to see Bella and Renesmee climbing down the steps to Jake.

I scoffed. "And who are you to tell me what to do?" I sat on my bike, turning her on and revving her up.

Bella growled. "Your mother!"

I scoffed. "Sorry, but you must have me confused with the chick next to you, cause my mother doesn't exist."

With that I rode off on my bike, not bothering about a helmet or whatever Bella was going to say next.

As I rode down the road to Forks High, I let the silence consume me and relaxed.

I parked by the entrance and got a few stares. Most of the guys who whistled got smacked by their glaring girlfriends. I smirked and continued on to the school.

In the office, I got my schedule for my classes and walked out the building to see Jacob pulling in with Nessie. I laughed and walked up to them as they got out the car.

Once Nessie saw me she frowned. "You pissed off mom," she said.

I laughed. "No, I pissed off your mom. My mother's burning in hell." I smirked.

"How can you be so cruel! All she's ever done is love us and all you ever do is hate her!"

"Oh, f*ck you Renesmee! She's only ever loved you and if you don't remember! She gave me up to Emmett! That's how much of a bitch she is!" I turned and walked away just as the bell rang signaling first class.

Here goes nothing, I thought.

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Please consider reading the rewrite c: It goes by the same title, but the story cover is more zoomed out.