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Today was Monday. I used to frown upon Mondays; that was a time when I would have to go to a torturous, small school in Forks, Washington. The allotment caused years of atony for me; if it was possible for vampires to even withhold such a thing as energy.
Namely, Mondays used to be a thing I dreaded, but now I delved Mondays; it was a time when I got to take my daughter to school with my Bella.
Renesmee was now six years of age, although she looked like she was nearly seventeen. Her aging has been slowing down, which is a good thing, I suppose. Although, I was not particularly fond of her looking a bit older than me, but I coped with it.
In half a year, according to Nahuel, Renesmee will reach full growth; and stay there forever. I didn't really like the fact that she was almost all grown up, like any other typical father, which I suppose I am, but it was something I was going to have to live with.
Renesmee started school last year, in the tenth grade. Our excuse for Renesmee's lack of former school records was homeschooling. Yet, why would we waste time educating a child that was more intelligent than an average adult?
Our family had moved to Alaska from Forks about nine months ago; which would prosper because Bella had told the citizens of Forks that when she graduated that she would attend college there.
Today was the first day of the eleventh grade for Renesmee. She didn't seem overly excited. I guess I would understand if 11th grade wasn't the year that I met the love of my existence, Bella.
During Renesmee's tenth year of school, she had made numbers of friends. She had been what humans pointlessly considered popular. In other words, meaning, quieter, less talkative humans envied her.
I supposed that that was a pleasant thing, the humans liking her. She was half human. But, she did indeed possess half of a monster's chromosomes.
Yet, the blood that ran through her body saved her from a high school career like my families'. People knew we were different. They knew to stay away. Their instincts told them that, whether the thought actually processed through their minds or not.
"Bella, is Renesmee prepared for school?" I catechized, although I knew the answer; yes. Although I could not read Bella's mind, I could read Renesmee's.
I stared inconspicuously around the room I was positioned in. It was the cabin that Esme had built Bella, Renesmee, and I to take place of the cottage in Forks. I assume you could name it a cabin, hiding the fact that it is three stories high. Esme had also taken the honor of building Jacob a cabin across from ours.
Jacob had moved with us from Forks to Alaska; for the fact of not being able to be apart from his imprint. Jacob and Renesmee were dating now. At least, I prayed to the heavens that that is all it was. I wasn't fully alright with the situation, but it was another thing I would have to cope with; a mutt spending his every second drooling over my daughter.
Although, I do like that he cares so much about her, I wished that Jacob would let Renesmee have time with her family, instead of a twenty-four seven schedule with Jacob. I've learned to care for Jacob in a way. Not too extensive though. Hmm...Similar to, if he died, I would most likely feel a since of sorrow. Unless, he messed up that status on a high level. If that were the case, then I would probably be delighted to be the cause of his death.
"Daddy, I can get ready for school by myself, you know. I don't need you and Mom to do it all for me." Renesmee interrupted, a hint of smile in her voice. I loved that she still called me Daddy, no matter who we were with, or the cause.
"You will always need us." I murmured to her. Me, too, with a hint of smile in my voice.
After not receiving another response from Renesmee, I decided to ask Bella. "Bella, are you ready?"
"Yeah," she answered. I loved that she could be so casual when I'm so formal. It made me feel good; I knew she was comfortable around me.
"Then, we should proceed. It would not be wanted for Renesmee to be late." I told my beautiful family motioning them to the door.
We advanced in the Volvo's direction. I did still have a Volvo; yet a newer, faster version. Even after immortality, Bella was still not fond of acceleration. But, she still found a way in herself to endure it.
"Are you excited for your first day of the eleventh grade, Renesmee?" Bella asked her as I held the door open for Renesmee.
That was one thing that had not changed for Bella; calling Renesmee, Renesmee. Very seldom would she slip up, but it has happened before. I mentally tell myself what to call her, to be sure that I do not mess up. It was indeed a hard task though; my entire family called her Ness. Meaning, that is all I could hear in their thoughts. I tried as hard as I was allowed to block them out, but sometimes that was just not possible. "I guess," she said getting in.
"Well, I'm not! I don't really like pretending to be my own daughter's cousin dropping her off at school," Bella complained; her tone completely changed. I thought that she was the one to be excited for the event. How I hated these mind tricks! Yet, I adored the few times she lowered her shield, just for my personal satisfaction of getting into her mind.
"I know, love, I'm not too excited either, but it's for the best." I comforted her. "Renesmee needs to have a high school experience," She shrugged.
"I guess it is. Well, let's get this over with."
I pressed my foot harder onto the gas, as I switched gears, and pulled out of the driveway, into the Alaskan forest.
I wondered if she would enjoy it. Of course, my resent high school careers, excluding after I met Bella, were pure purgatory for me. I desired that it would be nowhere near that for my beloved daughter.
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Edward Cullen's JournalVampire
Positioned seven years after Breaking Dawn, Edward Cullen's Journal is a story line completely in Edward's point of view. Without a constructive plot, the story gives a sneak on what could happen after Breaking Dawn, all through Edward's eyes.