The past year of my life has been magnificent in a variety of ways. The life I have beengiven for these past seven years has been more than I ever could have asked for, and for that I do not fret for what is coming. It was raining once again, though I did not view it asan omen for the perpetuating future that lay ahead us. No, I saw it as hope. I glanced outmy window as the pellets of rain fell from the sky and delicately landed on the trees andleaves in a velvety manner and took in a deep breath. We would do what he had to do;what we have been planning to do.We all stood once again, united as one. Among the fields hovered a blanket of thick grayclouds, the sun up above only pierced through minimally creating a dull light mixed withthe green of our surroundings. Each of us perched in defense as our enemies approached.For these past seven years of my life, I had been left to ponder if the Volturi would ever come back. Either way, I chose not to let them frighten me even as I stared back into their unfamiliar ruby eyes in a situation that was all too familiar.
Chapter 1- One More Day
The sun was rising, and to my delight it was not obscured by clouds and rain, much like itusually was here in Forks. I stretched my arms high above my head and let out a big yawn.I could hear my mother and father in the living room discussing our living situation.Recently, they had been worrying if we had spent too long in Forks. Being immortals, wedid not age. Well, with the exception of me that is, but I had approximately one day left of that to deal with. Then I would be frozen in time. We did not want people to begin tospeculate although we attained a very low profile. I pushed their conversation out of mymind and tried not to think about it. I love it here; being close to Grandpa Charlie, the wolf pack and Jacob. I couldn’t bear to leave any of them behind. However, I am almost certainthat Jacob would tag along wherever I went.I got up with the intent of going to my closet, but I came to a halting stop when I passed by my mirror. I touched my face to make sure it was still me. I watched my hand rise upand caress my cheek, which was much more defined than it was even yesterday. With myseventh birthday just around the corner, I figured my development would slow, but I waswrong. I seemed to be aging faster by the day. I could have sworn that I was about an inchshorter yesterday, and my hair was also very different. It has always been curly and mademe look like a doll when I was younger. Today, it took on an elegant wave which suitedmy more mature features, and the bronze color of it glinted in the sunlight as I ran myhands through its length. It has been fascinating to watch my transformations over theseseven years. About a year ago, my progression slowed some, but it sped up again in the past couple of weeks. I wonder how it must be for my family to witness. Do they becomeas shocked as I do? I decided to shrug off my new developments - they were inevitableafter all - and got back to what I had initially intended on doing. My closet was recentlyrestocked by my wonderful Aunt Alice - something my Mom was pleased about. Rather than Alice trying to dress her in more fashion-forward attire, only to become disappointed,she placed her target on me. I actually enjoyed it. To my dismay though, my favorite jeanswere now much too short for my now 5’4” frame. I sighed and decided to just grab one of my sundresses and slid it onto my body.