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I tried, I tried so hard, but in the end I could not control my temper. My hands balled into fists and I stamped my foot. And, in my true personal style, I tripped by doing so, my foot sliding out from under me.
I most definitely looked like some kind of idiot. I was on my bottom, my teeth were bared, and my skin was glowing faintly, something that most people wouldn’t be able to see.
My name is Renesmee Carlie Cullen. Feel free to call me Nessie.
That’s the only so-called “fact” I can give without venturing into two different worlds. In one world, I am 13, my parents are dead, and I am raised by Dr. Carlisle Cullen. My siblings are all very protective of me, and I’m the most popular girl in Forks High School. In the other world, I am 5, my parents are vampires, and I’m a hybrid.
A hybrid with horrible, horrible human tendencies.
My mother helped me up, but my father kept glaring. His eyes were black, and I wish it could have waited. Daddy was so irritable when he was hungry. But I could handle it- I was worried about my Jacob, mostly.
My watch told me I still had half an hour before I had to go to school, so I stormed up the stairs, trying my hardest to control my anger, lest I tumble down the stairs and get another concussion. “Best of both worlds, my a**,” I mumbled. “Being a hybrid bites.”
Uncle Emmett laughed from a room downstairs. “Pun intended?” I quickly clapped my hand over my mouth. Daddy would have heard my thoughts, but nobody else was supposed to know I cussed.
My foot caught on the step, and I tumbled forward. “Damn!” I yelled.
The sun was out today, so I would have to walk to school- I was the only one going today. “What’s the excuse this time, Doctor?”
Papa didn’t take any time responding, “We’re on vacation to see Bella’s last surviving grandmother. Rose and Jasper are staying to keep you company, but they got sick.”
Complexity, that was another thing I hated about this life.
I straightened my golden curls and grabbed my messenger bag. “I’m off to school.” I said jadedly. “Not like I don’t already know this stuff, but I’m off neverless.”
And I ran out into the sunny day, my skin shimmering faintly and my heart pessimistic. Oh, how I loved these stupid, stupid, sunny Monday mornings.

It's hard to be a human when you live with vampires. It's hard to be a vampire when you just wanna be normal. Why not go with the worst of both worlds?

Walking into first period, I was bombarded with faces of the people I could barely connect names to. Scrunching around me, talking all at once- even with my excellent senses I couldn’t pick out any lone voice from the crowd. “What’s the big idea?” I asked the first person I saw that I remembered the name of- a fellow freshman, Cally Whittle.
The girl smiled, helpfully, expectantly. “There’s a new girl coming in today from some rez nearby.”
“The Quileute reservation?” I asked, shocked. Jake normally told me about those things.
“If I knew, I would have said.” Cally rolled her eyes.
I smiled. “Oh yeah, of course,” I said, not a bit sarcastically.
There were still ten minutes before the first bell would ring, so I took out this year‘s mp3 player- the sleek Zen Mosaic. I plugged in the headphones and hit “shuffle.” Before long, I was swept up in the boy least likely to, my favorite musical group.
Although my ears were headphonified, unable to register anything but be gentle with me, my eyes were alert, looking out for the one new face in the small town. By the time the bell rang, I had almost forgotten there was anything special about the day. First period went on as scheduled, no surprises. I had a substitute for second period Home Economics- or, as Forks High calls it, “Family and Consumer Sciences-” which Aunt Rose normally taught.
Third period was when it changed.
My third period class is choir; one of the classes I have with Danny. He met me at the door, as always, and we walked in together. Although my eyes were concentrated on his face, a contortion of features that illustrated the funny story he was trying to tell, I could see her through my peripheral vision.
Tall, statuesque, the girl smiled shyly at no one in particular.
Her thin blonde hair reached to waist and accented her russet skin in an unusual way. Full lips, colored dark with lipstick, somehow made a large nose look smaller. But the most striking feature about this girl was her extreme figure, thin in the extreme. It was hard to believe that the laws of physics allowed this girl to even stand up without using some major miracle.
I broke free of Danny and walked over to her. She seemed surprised. “Hey, welcome to Forks High. I’m Renesmee, but call me Nessie,” I told her.
She bit her lip and looked down. “My name’s Brandi. Brandi Sunfoot.” She said this so quietly that I sort of wondered if a normal human would be able to hear her.
No matter. I smiled in what I hoped would seem to be a warm, welcoming grin. “Nice to meet you, Brandi. What section are you in?”
“Huh?”
“What section are you in- for choir, I mean.”
Her eyes widened, slightly, quickly, and I understood that she was embarrassed for not realizing what I meant. “I’m a soprano,” she told me.
“So am I,” I smiled. “If you have any problems with the music you can ask me about it.”
“Okay,” she replied, seemingly stunned. I guessed that she had believed that she had already blew a chance to have a friend in FHS.
Danny came over to me, “Why’d you come over here, Ness?”
“To introduce myself- have you met Brandi?”
“Not yet. I’m Danny Weber.” He addressed the girl.
“Brandi Sunfoot. Hey.” Her tone was a bit louder, comprehensible to human ears.
Danny smiled. “Nice to know you, Brandi.” That coaxed a smile out of her.
The bell rang- maybe it only seemed to shatter my eardrums because of my supernaturally-enhanced hearing. Brandi took a spot next to me on the risers as we waited for Ms. Jules to emerge from her office- a broom closet connected to the music room. “What kind of music do you like?”
I moved my head, searching for the sound. “What?”
“I said, ‘What sort of music do you listen to?”
My head turned to the source of the sound. The new girl- Brandi Sunfoot. “Um, alternative. Indie. Pop rock. If we’re talking artist specific, I’d say the boy least likely to, Muse, and paramore. You?”
“Avril, Skye Sweetnam… I like Miley Cyrus, too… really just female singers and a rockin’ beat.”
“Really?” I asked, interested in the girl who sat before me, “Have you ever heard of Natalie Imbruglia?”
“Yeah,” she said, brightening. “I really like “All the Magic,” that song she did for..”
“… the Winx Club movie!” I finished, enthused.
“And Cristina Vee… she’s my absolute favorite, I really like her song “Lost my…” Brandi suddenly stopped talking. “Am I boring you? I’m boring you, aren’t I?”
“No, not at all.”
But I couldn’t get another word out of her for the rest of the class.

It's hard to be a human when you live with vampires. It's hard to be a vampire when you just wanna be normal. Why not go with the worst of both worlds?