Disclaimer: Twilight is the property of the fantabulous Stephenie Meyer.

Haya, this is my first attempt at fanfic.

I wanted to expand on the canon and this is what I came up with. I was interested in what Renesmee would become when she grew up. This is set 19 years after BD with canon pairing.

I awoke feeling groggy, not quite knowing where I was. Not quite knowing who I was for that matter, it must have been some night to leave me this hazy.

I groaned slightly and rose from my bed. Funny, I felt no ill effect if this was a result of too much merry making the night before. No nausea, no headache, just this blank space where my memory should be.

As I sat up and focused on my room I saw my image reflected back in the mirrors that lined my wardrobe doors. My face registered shock as I took in the beauty that stared back.

Her hair was a strange bronze colour and fell in ringlets around the heart-shaped face I felt down the length of the curls at my back and they fell all the way to my lower back, who knew how longed that hair would be if I were to straighten the curls out. The shocked eyes were a warm chocolate brown above the flushed cheeks that leant a rosy glow to the otherwise creamy complexion.

As I stared at the face a name rose out of the soup of my mind. Something beginning with R…

Rhonwen, or Ronnie as I preferred to be called. I was Ronnie Evans, I was seventeen and today was the first day of school.

The first day of school!

How could I forget?

This would be the first day of my senior year; it was also my first day at a new school. Not the ideal way to finish my education but my father had been transferred. This meant mom and I had no choice but to follow, despite the fact that I would be starting over yet again on my most important year.

Oh well, there was no use being bitter, what's done is done.

I got out of bed and opened the wardrobe wondering what I should wear today to make an impact as the new girl. I almost gagged at the profusion of pink and frilly clothes that assaulted my eyes.

Why in the hell did I buy these? I thought to myself.

With my complexion and hair I'd look like a freaking china doll if I went to school in those. Gah! It was not exactly the impression a seventeen nearly eighteen year old would want to make on her first day as a senior.

I dug through the gag worthy garments, again wondering why I would want to buy such childish clothing for they smelt new. It took a while but finally I found a small cache of jeans and plain T-shirts hiding at the back.

I pulled out a pair of dark jeans and a dark brown tee, something inconspicuous for my first day. Something that wouldn't affiliate me with any particular clique, I was just me and I adhered to no particular label.

I dressed quickly then ran my fingers through my hair. Funny really, that's all I needed to do and it seemed to fall into perfect shape.

God I loved my hair!

I pulled on a pair of dark convers and headed down to the kitchen.

I walked into the room to the smell of bacon and stared for a moment at the back of the red hair that was up in a messy knot. The woman turned and smiled, her cool blue eyes catching the morning sun. It was my mom Mefys, how could I forget that?

Man, my mind was slow this morning!

"Morning Rhonwen." She sang cheerfully as I sat at the counter.

"Morning Mam." I replied more down beat as I poured myself some cereal.

"Lovely day isn't it." She observed.

"If you happen to like the sun." I muttered under my breath.

"What was that dear?"

"Nothing." I lied, and gulped down the cereal.

I got up from the table so that I could go and brush my teeth before I left.

"But I made you some bacon." She said, holding out the pan.

"I had cereal." I answered, pointing to the empty bowl. "Besides I don't want to be late for my first day."

"Of course you don't love. Have fun." She counselled with a smile.

"I will." I reassured her.

After cleaning my teeth and getting my bag together I stepped out into the merciless sun, it was only eight but it was already stifling out. I grumbled slightly and slipped on my shades, at least everything wasn't so bright now.

I opened the door of my old Camaero and threw my bag across onto the passenger seat and got in behind it. I turned the ignition and the engine roared to life, which sent a sudden thrill tingling down my spine.

I didn't know why, but there was something about the sound of a good engine that made me think of homely warmth, misty green forests and wolves…

I laughed slightly and shook away these strange imaginings as I backed out of my drive to travel the five miles to school.

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Gemma x