Renesmee: Shooting Stars (Sequel To Rising Sun) *COMPLETED* WATTY AWARDS 2012

Because

Chapter Nineteen

Colby Thomas Black

Something was off today. I just knew it.

From the very beginning, since the sun rose and I could sense it. First, I thought it was just because of the school we were going to today but then it turned out way bigger than that. It turned out massive, I tell you.

Everything seemed to irritate me today- Sarah's jeans, being late, the Chemistry teacher, the rain, and even that Joe person.

I growled. Like I needed another reason to remember him.

I didn't like the way he talked to her, so, yeah, all he said was that he was going to see her at Lunch- but the way was like he wanted to get closer to her.

God, I was going insane.

When I broke my desk in French (Not the whole thing; nobody really noticed, not even Sarah; she was too busy talking in that Japanese French thing) - this language was made by someone who can't pronounce half of the normal alphabet, I'm sure- I went to talk to that kid, the one who I was talking about now. What was his name, again?

Oh, Joe.

So I practically told this Joe to back off her, to stay away from my twin sister. Only now I realized how weird that sounded. How unlike me. I was always the cool, collected one and that preppy girl was the one with the temper. Not me. Never me.

He had made it even worse; he'd told me "What if she wants me close?" That practically- for some reason- sent me over the edge. Poor locker; I never had the time to use it.

After that short but packed conversation, I started shaking like a fucking cell phone on vibration- like a huge bomb that was about to explode. I decided it was for the best that I ran out of there. Dad had warned me about this. Now I feel like an idiot for not actually listening.

He told me to be calm like I usually was, to never let anything irritate me that bad, especially if I was somewhere public for fear that I would phase for the first time there and then- well, you know. You can't just explode into a giant, horse-sized creature in the middle of a public area. It just didn't make any sense whatsoever.

I stormed into the forest, shaking even harder than I ever thought was physically possible. All the wolves I saw phased in a blink of an eye. They always told me first time was the longest unless I control it well. But I wasn't in the right mind to think about that. I didn't even realize what was happening until I was out of the school.

I was in pain. I couldn't control that either. Like every cell in my body was stretching out, not dividing but stretching out- Hey, I paid attention during lessons, too! It's not that easy when your mind-reader of a grandfather is the one who's tutoring you. My bones felt like I had been lifting weight for months non-stop. I kept running; it made the pain more durable that way. I ran and I ran, the grass underneath my shoes almost burning with the speed. I kept going like that, in uncontrollable pain and impatience until I finally exploded.

Exploded was the term indeed.

I saw everything, then, from a very different position. It wasn't that different from the height point; I was as tall in human form (It sounds so weird to think I have two different forms of being. I'm just me and I liked it the way it was). But the view- so simple yet so complicated. I didn't feel the worry I had felt for my sister, Rosie. I didn't feel the confusion I was experiencing. Nothing. I just felt the need to break something down or even kill someone. It wasn't a scary thought to me then, which terrifies me now.

A few moments later, I began hearing voices in my head. It was uncomfortable to feel someone other than Rosie speak in my head. Which made it even more uncomfortable is that it was one of my uncles- Quil. Yeah, the one who was facing the awkward what-the-Hell-is-going-on (Like I liked to call it) with Claire, his twelve-year-old imprint who was occasionally Sarah's playmate. I will never understand what girls find interesting in dolls and makeup and all the other colorful stuff. Never.