1. Your Guardian Angel

Renesmee

Trying to wake a sleeping thirteen year old girl is like hitting a hibernating bear in the head with a big stick. Trust me, I know. I live with one. I've become very experienced when it comes to hitting bears with big sticks.

I basically raised Mona McDaniel. I've known her since she was born-and I was almost four years old. Of course there just had to be something terribly wrong with me that made me seem so much older than I really was-even to myself.

I don't even know how I ended up here in Morgantown, West Virginia with the McDaniel family. I just kind of woke up here, as I've been told by Richard McDaniel, who supposedly found me lying there unconscious in the woods. Mona was born about two years later to Richard and his wife Mabel, who I never really liked. I was able to live with her, though, until Richard died suddenly of a heart attack when Mona was three.

That's when Mabel became her current self-a tyrant, a dictator, a witch…

So, when I was six, I turned Richard's abandoned shed into a new home for Mona and I, and we've lived there ever since.

Of course, it was really tough when it rained, (which it always does) because the roof would leak; and in the winter it was way too cold, because we had no heat, but Mona and I could always manage. Any of that was better than surrendering ourselves into the concentration camp that was Mabel's lair.

I got myself out of bed, and took a deep breath. It was now that time again-the worst time of the year-6am on the first day of school. I articulately stepped toward Mona's bed, and gently put my palm on her shoulder.

"Hey, Mona," I said as gently as I could, hoping that maybe if I just poke the sleeping bear with a twig, it might have mercy on me.

"Uh-Huh?" She moaned sleepily.

"It's time to get up," I said, matter-of-factly, and I braced myself.

"Uh-Uh" Mona moaned.

"It's your first day of high school!" I said feigning excitement, just to talk her into getting up.

"Whoopee…" She said sarcastically. She was right, freshman year sucks.

"Really, Mona," I said, now ready to drag her out of bed. My hands hovered above her ankles. "Come on, you gotta get ready,"

"Five minutes," She said.

I could deal with that. "You better be up in five minutes…" I threatened.

"I will!" She whined, so I let her be.

I decided to start making our breakfast-pancakes, for the special occasion. Usually we'd just have cereal; Froot Loops for Mona, and Wheaties for me, since I hate eating sugar. But today, I decided I'd actually put my "kitchen" to good use.

My "kitchen" was outside, and partly covered, and it consisted of a fire pit, and old used, beat-up grill, a picnic table, and some old bookcases that doubled as cabinets. I also had an ice cooler for things that needed refrigeration. I'd always have to run to the store to get ice every-so-often though, unless it was winter of course. I started mixing the pancake ingredients.

Five minutes later, sleepy Mona came stumbling into the "kitchen" just like she said she would. I smiled.

"Pancakes today?" She asked excitedly, when she saw the pans out.

"Pancakes today." I confirmed. It was amusing how much she loved having pancakes.

It took me about 20 minutes to finish making the pancakes, and about five for her to scarf them down. I had myself a plain pancake, and then we both washed our plates in the creek a little ways away from our little shack, and then we got ready.

Mona got ready fast. She got ready faster than I did which was abnormal. I just couldn't figure out what to wear… What do you wear on your last first day of high school?

Eventually, I put something together though, and then we were on our way to school. The mile we walked in the rain seemed longer than I remembered it being, maybe because after this year, Mona and I would be moving far, far away from this god-forsaken place, and time always goes by slow when you have somewhere you want to go. In my case, it was anywhere but here.

A/N: this is just a setup chapter! There's more to come, and the plot will pick up, I promise! Hang in there, and send me your reviews! Thank you for reading! And each chapter has a song that is sort of the theme. (I thought that would kind of be cool) :)

Chapter One song = Your Guardian Angel - The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus.

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