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When I was three and a half months old my family was condemned for my existence. Those who came to execute all my loved ones had never known someone like me could be created. They thought I was something far worse, an immortal child, instead of the hybrid I am.
It took a group of friends of our kind and both Quileute wolf packs to stand long enough to make those who were convinced a crime had been committed to halt long enough to listen. To halt long enough to hear my truth.
When the proof of my birth was not enough a new friend arrived to prove that I would pose no danger to the secret of our world. As it turns out I'm more of a rare breed than one of a kind.
This knowledge was more of a relief than just proving I could keep the secret. It also increased our knowledge on how long I would live. Forever.
I guess the Volturi weren't totally wrong. I'm immortal for all intents and purposes. However, I'm nowhere near indestructible.
That was six and a half years ago and in a few short months I would cease to age. I will be frozen at eighteen forever. I learned that when I broke my wrist when I was three years old and the size of an eleven year old.
My name is Renesmee Cullen, half-human/half-vampire daughter of Edward and Bella Cullen. I'm also the imprint of Jacob Black, I just don't know it yet.
Oh and did I mention my life is BORING!
Okay so maybe my life isn't boring, per say. How can it be when I'm a half vampire hybrid with a werewolf for a best friend?
More like the routine of my life is boring.
I live in a never ending cycle of homeschooling, hunting trips with my vampire family, trips to La Push with Jacob, and pretending to like going fishing with my human grandfather, Charlie. Occasionally, my family will take me to Port Angeles or Seattle for the day, but since I grew to look like a seventeen year old in six and a half years they don't want people to have an opportunity to recognize me.
I can't wait for the day I stop aging. Then maybe I'll be allowed to exist in the real world.