SUMMARY: Addison Williams, brought to Forks with her brother and sister-in-law when she was a freshman, is attending Forks High School as a junior. All Addie ever cared about was never looking back at her old life in Texas, keeping her focus on schoolwork and sports, and spending time here and there with her friends. But what about when four-year-old half-vampire Renesmee Cullen is Fated to become Addie's best friend? Join Addie as she goes through the adventure of a lifetime, saves one of the most important people on the planet, takes many trips down Memory Lane, and learns the true meaning of Friendship.

Hey. The usual disclaimer... Stepehenie Meyer's yak, yak, yak...

THIS IS THE ONLY CHAPTER IN THE STORY FROM NESSIE'S PERSPECTIVE! Everything else is from Addie's. By the way, this story is how I imagine Renesmee to act. So get over yourself if you think she's some chick that is all prim and proper, I think she likes to let loose and have fun. What's the point in life if you don't live a little anyway? Sorry. I'm ranting. STORYTIME.

Chapter One

Renesmee POV

I woke up groggily to my mom literally bouncing on the edge of my bed - completely uncharacteristic.

"Wake up, Nessie! First day of high school!"

I groaned in response. Mom crawled up to me and ripped the blanket away; I shivered in the sudden temperature change.

"Renesmee Cullen! Wake up, Edward's fixed you some breakfast." Mom swiftly picked me up off the bed and placed me on my feet. I swayed, disoriented and sleepy. I made a face.

"Human food or blood?" I mumbled, stumping towards the door of my room. Out in the hallway, I smelled several things at once with my half-vampire nose. First thing: the blood cup waiting for me in the kitchen. That efficiently woke me up. With my senses more vigil, I gracefully waltzed down the stairs of the cabin to the kitchen. Second thing: my dad, also in the kitchen, talking in a low voice to someone. Third thing: I scented my Aunt Alice talking to my father.

"…I can't believe we're back at Forks," Dad was saying.

Aunt Alice sighed. "But it's best for us here. All of the teachers from a few years ago are gone now, so don't worry about that."

Mom was suddenly by Dad's side, facing my aunt. "After only four years? Huh. They were older that I thought they were," she mused. Dad rolled his eyes. "So is every single teacher new to us, Alice?"

"Yes," Aunt Alice replied. She was thoughtful for a moment, and then her face lit up and she addressed me. "We all eat lunch together, Nessie! I have three classes with your parents, and then I have Gym and Government with you." Alice turned back to my mom, but she was now speaking to everyone in the proximity; that is, me, my mom, and my dad.

"Our story is basically the same as before," she began. "Nessie, Edward, Emmett, and I are Cullens again. Of course, Jasper and Rosalie are Hales, once again," Alice paused to sigh, "and Bella and Jacob are Blacks." Alice suddenly looked incredibly pleased with herself for coming up with such and amazing explanation, and I stifled a laugh as I walked over to grab my cup of blood. I wonder what Jacob is doing right now, I thought as I sucked on my straw. Wasn't he actually coming to Forks High School, too?

Naturally, Dad heard my thoughts. He voiced my question, and Mom answered automatically. "Of course Jacob is coming. I was talking to him about that yesterday. He told me he was coming to 'make sure we don't slip up.'" She rolled her eyes and folded her arms across her chest in an exasperated gesture. "He's really going to be there to watch over Renesmee."

I smirked and leaned against the counter of the little kitchen, perfectly relaxed. This kind of thing was usual. My aunts, Rosalie and Alice, usually took turns stopping by every morning if I hadn't showed up in the main house by seven in the morning. Today was obviously Aunt Alice's turn.

My family was entering high school, and today was the first day. Apparently, everyone in the family has already attended this school, Forks High, once before, so I was the newbie. Of course, I was only (technically) four years old, with a sixteen-year-old's body and a nineteen-year-old's intellect. I grew more – physically and mentally – every day. I was extremely worried – though I tried not to think about it. Mom had warned me that people would talk about my family, but they would not talk to my family, which I didn't understand. She told me that I might be an exception: I was an exception to everything. Half-vampire children aren't exactly the easiest to come across. I knew I was hard not to like, and I was planning on using that to my advantage at school. I really did want to make friends, and to be normal. But I knew how hard it could be to converse with humans. Most of the time, I kept silent: I preferred to show people what I wanted to say, just bysimply touching them. But I obviously couldn't do that. I would have to talk with them, and since I don't talk much anyway, I'm sure making friends is going to be harder than the people on television make it seem.

I heard Aunt Alice gasp, squeal, and turn to beam at my parents. I looked at her in alarm, but she wasn't concentrating on me at the moment. She was lost somewhere in the future, as usual.

Dad grinned and exclaimed, "she's perfect," obviously reading whatever vision of the future my aunt had seen from her mind. Mom looked dazed and angry: she hated it when this happened. I giggled quietly from my place by the counter at her expression, and all three heads snapped towards me. Alice beamed ever wider when her gaze locked with mine, and I sucked the remains of the blood in my cup from the straw with a loud slurping sound, never breaking eye contact. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Mom bend to whisper to my dad, and he replied almost instantly. Even with my sensitive hearing, I could not tell what they were saying, but judging by the radiant smile on my mother's face, I guessed she'd been filled in on the vision.

I set my empty cup down on the countertop and walked over to my aunt, placing my hand on her cheek. What is it? I thought.

Aunt Alice smiled and shook her head. I frowned. Why couldn't I know?

It was silent in the kitchen for a moment.

"You're right, she is." My dad answered Alice's unspoken thought.

"Yes. Perfect for Nessie," Alice agreed, beaming.

"She is what?" Mom asked, an irritated edge to her voice. Yet there was still humor deep in her golden eyes.

"Pretty," Alice answered, indifferent.

Mom's brow puckered. I pressed my hand against her cheek again. Who are you talking about? I demanded to her in thought.

Dad sighed, hearing me. "Go ahead and tell her, Alice. It's not like she won't find out sooner or later." He grimaced, but apparently the vision was too good to grimace at. He recovered, continuing. "You don't have to tell her who, just the basic situation. But I mean, this is far better than I could have imagined."

Mom rolled her eyes. "Of course, everything you imagine is always worst-case scenario, Edward."

I sighed internally. Dad has always been a little over-protective. But I love him with my whole heart anyway. He looked at me and grinned, listening to my train of thought.

Aunt Alice beamed at me, her perfect teeth sparkling in the kitchen light. "You're meeting a new friend today," she sang, exuberant. "A best friend. I'm not going to tell you who he or she is, but when you talk to… he or she, you will know automatically. I promise."

I looked at her, exasperated. This is the kind of news everyone is getting all worked up about? I wasn't planning on believing her.

"Renesmee Carlie Cullen." Aunt Alice pronounced my full name clearly, standing and placing a hand on my shoulder. "Believe me. This is the kind of person those girls on those TV shows you watch would kill for. When you meet her, don't let her go."

I picked up on the word "her." Yet there was so much sincerity in her voice that she was impossible to doubt. I grinned at her, suddenly excited to go to school, and bounded up to my room to change for the day ahead, hearing the chuckles of my family behind me.

I dressed for school in dark blue jeans, a light blue, short-sleeved shirt, and tied a sheer green scarf from American Eagle around my neck. I smiled to myself, remembering Aunt Alice and Aunt Rosalie working on the computer – where they were online shopping while I played with Jacob on the floor – and bickering over which color scarf to get. I flipped out my hair and slipped my feet into silver flats.

I walked out into the hallway to grab my backpack that was sitting on the floor, next to my door, and I gathered up my books. Bouncing downstairs – my bookbag flapping lightly on my back as I went – I threw myself on the couch to wait for my parents. I noticed Aunt Alice had left – to the main house, I assumed.

Mom and Dad were instantly by my side, and they chatted lightly on our way to the giant while mansion just beyond the creek. I liked this house a lot, it was so friendly, and they people inside were friendly, too: the house held all my uncles, aunts, and my grandparents.

Uncle Emmett was waiting on the porch.

"About time! I've been waiting out here for, like, two whole minutes!" he whined, standing up from his position on the stairs.

Dad chuckled from beside me, and I could practically hear Mom's eyes rolling.

Uncle Emmett was the most carefree person I knew: he could care less about anything rational and go off and do his own thing. I think I picked up a few of his characteristics. Ah! What a scary thought.

The rest of my family piled out of the house, Grandma Esme and Grandpa Carlisle included. Aunt Rosalie waltzed over to stand next to Uncle Emmett; Uncle Jasper came out of the door, tugging a fidgeting Aunt Alice by the hand. Closer inspection showed me that she was winding a belt around her tiny waist one-handed, and even for a vampire, she wasn't making much progress. I giggled at her as my parents and I walked closer to the family.

"Success!" Aunt Alice randomly exclaimed, holding up her hands (and Uncle Jasper's) to show off her belt. I pursed my lips to keep from smiling.

I've always admired Uncle Jasper's patience, especially when it came to my Aunt Alice. He sighed and murmured, "Let's go."

We all turned toward the garage and started that way, various conversations forming as we went. As I clambered gracefully into my father's Volvo, I knew suddenly that I was ready to attend high school, ready make new acquaintances, learn more subjects, and ready meet my new best friend.

A/N: If you review, I'll update faster. Or, at least, I'll try harder to update faster. Thanks for reading!

-Jacqueline