I was just bored and lonely with no more Twilight books (she better publish Midnight Sun!) so I wrote a book from Renesmee’s view for me and my friends, here’s a little bit and I was wondering if it was okay. Not great; just at least okay. i appreciate it!

Chapter 1: Special

I slowly turned to face the mirror; I was scared of what I would see. I sighed.
Why did I always have to look so perfect? Oh yeah, I thought, as I recalled my parent’s words.
“‘Honey, you’re beautiful. Most girls would kill for your looks.’ My mother’s eyes quickly flew from mine, to Rosalie’s, then to my father’s. Rosalie politely excused herself from the room, while Edward quietly growled at her intentions behind her leaving.
‘You’re special, Renesmee,’ murmured my father.
‘You were from the day you were born.’ He reminisced, and then smiled as Bella lightly nudged his hand.”
Special.
“Special,” I mumbled under my breath. I sub-consciously looked down as I fiddled with a hair brush.
“Ahh!” Startled by the sudden sight in my mirror, I jumped up and spun around.
“Happy Birthday, Renesmee!”
Of all the people Edward could send to help me, he sent Alice.
Rolling my eyes, I sunk back into my chair.
“Come on, Renesmee, go downstairs. Everyone’s waiting…”
“Well, you know what? Let them wait- no. Tell them to stop wasting their time; to go home. I’m different, and, unlike my mother, I’m not okay with that!”
“We’re all different! Heck, we’re vampires; you’re boyfriend’s a werewolf, and me and Edward are gifted, just like you…”
I suddenly felt bad. Alice was only trying to help, but still, I felt stupid as she didn’t mention the obvious: Yes, today was my birthday. My fifth! It looked more like 16. I didn’t even have the mind of a kindergartener. Carlisle and Edward figured out that I grew a year about every three months.
Sure, totally normal… I thought to myself.
Give up.
No! Stupid conscience… Should I even have a conscience? I’m freaking half-dead, for goodness sake!
You know Alice was really excited, and you know how easily she gets discouraged. You’re being mean!
I turned to look, and then wished I hadn’t. She was across the room, leaning against the windowsill with her back to me. When I looked, she slowly spun around looked at me with puppy-dog eyes, the rich golden color piercing my heart, and I immediately gave in.
She smiled, and dashed out of my room so fast- I didn’t even really realize she left when I opened my eyes from a short blink. Out of reflexes, I caught the thick garment bag she tossed me and looked inside. Yes! Prada…and, yet again unlike my mother, I loved fashion.
“Thanks, Alice!”
“You’re welcome, but…”
“What?”
Alice paused slightly. “Did you want to say something to me?”
“I’ll regret this, won’t I?”
“Of course not, silly. Now come on, say it.”
A grin tugged at the sides of my lips. I finally smiled, and then accidentally giggled as I mumbled the words.
“You’re the best, Alice.”
She danced to my side to hug me.
“I know! But nobody else will if we keep them waiting, so hurry up- put on your dress.”
“Isn’t it Pra-”
”Yes, it’s Prada, you’re favorite. I got it in the Ice Blue with a chocolate brown bow- and it’s a baby doll. Admit it, I’m the best!”

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“Wake up.”
“Wake up, Renesemee.”
I could tell it would be a sunny day from the orange-yellow glow dancing outside my eyelids. I flickered open my chocolate colored eyes, then clamped them shut as soon as I remembered what day it was.
“Come on. Wake up already! I know you’re awake.”
Okay, so I did inherit a few things from my mother…. Stubbornness was one of them.
“No.”
Bella was being so stubborn. Sure, so she was my mother, but I mean, she’s looks like she’s my sister or something, not my mom! Ugh. Why should I even listen to her?
I jumped out of bed, flashed to the side of the room, (I was fast for a human, or so according to my father,) and turned around; I was in my closet, looking for something to wear.
“Dress nicely, please.”
“Um,” I scoffed. “I always dress nicely. “Oh my gosh, do you think I don’t? Like, who do you even think I am? You?” I jeered.
Okay, so that was rude… really rude. But still, I didn’t think I deserved what happened next.
Apparently Edward had heard me, and was already at the door before I could get that last syllables of my tantrum out.
This time he didn’t hold back. He growled at the top of his lungs, and was about to crouch in front of my mother before Jacob tackled him to the ground.
Everyone else stood in front of me, prepared for anything. I knew nothing really bad would happen; He was my father, and he loved me. But as much as he loved me, he still loved his Bella more… I talked to Alice one time, and I understood. Soul mates; you can’t really mess with true love. She explained it to me like how it was with me and Jacob; eternal love, kind of. So I understood when he felt like it was his duty to protect Bella from my words, even though she was still str
I just wanted to let you guys know 1, (thanks for reading it, I really appreciate it!) and 2, if you want to read more, I have a page at FanFiction.net, but it’s new, so I can’t post anything for 2 days. But my user name on there is TwilighterGirl, so yeah!
You guys are great; thanks so much for reading it. and, last time i put up my user name for fanfiction.com, so i’m going to post my next couple pages on there tomorrow.