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Morning Star :Chapter 1

Morning Star :Chapter 1

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Published by Danika
I would like to introduce you all to Morning Star- i have read all the Twilight Books and really like them as well the amazing work of Author Stephenie Meyer! i have a huge imagination so i have started writing a sequal to Breaking Dawn(i know im weird). It takes place 6 years after, and instead of Bella being the first person, its her daughter Renesmee(Nessie). This is only a sample of much that i have writen, its the 1st chapter.if you want more, comment of whatever! Hope you enjoy!
(All rights to these characters, and the Twilight story is to Stephenie Meyer and the publishing people, i do not own the rights)
Thank-you to Stephenie for giving me the inspiration to write this, and to give me great characters:D
Maybe one day il send it to her
Dani
I would like to introduce you all to Morning Star- i have read all the Twilight Books and really like them as well the amazing work of Author Stephenie Meyer! i have a huge imagination so i have started writing a sequal to Breaking Dawn(i know im weird). It takes place 6 years after, and instead of Bella being the first person, its her daughter Renesmee(Nessie). This is only a sample of much that i have writen, its the 1st chapter.if you want more, comment of whatever! Hope you enjoy!
(All rights to these characters, and the Twilight story is to Stephenie Meyer and the publishing people, i do not own the rights)
Thank-you to Stephenie for giving me the inspiration to write this, and to give me great characters:D
Maybe one day il send it to her
Dani

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WELCOME
WAS IT JUST ME OR DID I ACTUALLY SEE SHINING LIGHT COMING INSIDE MY
bedroom; were there actual rays of sunlight? I propped myself on my elbows and I rubbed myeyes to make sure I wasn’t seeing things that didn’t exist, but there they were, real sun andnot one grey, rain filled cloud in sight.“Well, I’ll be damned...” I mumbled quietly to myself and set my head back on my soft pillowthat conformed to the perfect shape of my head. The second I spoke the conversationsdownstairs stopped, no doubt somebody had heard me even though I was quietly whispering.“GOOD MORNING Washingtonians, you’re listening to KLLM 103.9 FM and I’m PoppyRay with your Breakfast Mash Tunes...” the radio DJ continued.“Nessie” My mother called from downstairs, her name’s Isabella but everybody calls her Bella,but of course I call her mom and sometimes momma, I’d never let go of calling her that since Iwas a child. She’s the best mom I could ask for. She’s done a great job with me and I
 
definitelyhave much of her in me or her old self, or thats what I’ve been told; for example: herclumsiness, her old chocolate brown eyes, her personality, her shyness and her hate of attention, and her father’s curls. As for my dad, his name is Edward, but of course I call himdad or daddy. Everybody says I’m my dads little girl. From him I got his extreme intellect, hisbronze hair and his perfect stone carved facial structure; high cheek bones, straight nose andfull lips. He speaks very well with a some-what complicated vocabulary, as if he spoke from adifferent time. It somewhat rubbed off on me but I incorporate slang and young vocabulary toblend in at school and with others.As for me, my name is Renesmee but everybody calls me Nessie since according to Jacob, it’s amouthful and I do agree. I’ve never, nor will I ever meet another Renesmee since it isincredibly unique; its an amalgamation, the Rene coming from my grandmother on my mom’sside and the Esme is from my adoptive-grandmother on my fathers side.“Give me twenty minutes mom!” I shouted downstairs and got out of my humongous sizedbed that I had to jump to get in and out of. I couldn’t count how many times I had fallentrying to get on or off my bed. I would thank my mother every time for giving me the gift of being uncoordinated, but apparently she was way worse then I am. I went into my monstrouscloset that didn’t house any monsters like all the other kids closets, or if you count hundreds of articles of clothing, shoes, purses and accessories as monsters then yes, they housed manymonsters. Since my Aunt Alice or Aunt Rosalie weren’t around I was at liberty to chooseanything I wanted to wear. I chose to go casual since I was going to school; my favourite pairof dark washed low cut jeans and a white T-shirt with a purple zip-down hooded sweatshirtand a pair of leather boots (I had to add a little Alice in there). I sat down at my vanity andapplied my make-up carefully to not make any mistakes and fixed my hair; my ringlets hadturned into big, soft curls.The house was unusually quiet recently. My Aunt Alice and Uncle Jasper had gone to visit Jaspers good old friends Peter and Charlotte. I had met them once but it wasn’t really asplendid visit. I shuddered as the images of the all too clear memories of those frightfulmonths when I was just brought into the world. All the times I had to explain to all thosepeople what I was and my entire life story.They weren’t the only ones that were gone, my Uncle Emmett and Aunt Rosalie had gone onan African expedition and Esme and Carlisle had retreated to Isle Esme, an Island on the coastof Rio in Brazil that was given to Esme by Carlisle as a gift, impressive right? The only onesleft here at home were both my parents and I. Everybody had left mid February and theyhadn’t come back yet, it was already late March.I missed them all, a lot.Before I stepped outside my room I took one final glance at my bedroom, I hadn’t make mybed myself because if I did it would be remade to perfect condition by somebody else. Myroom had recently been renovated almost two years ago. Esme along with the help of the boyshad expanded this room which used to be my fathers before we moved to the cottage. When Ireached the age of “four” but technically fourteen, I moved out because it was outgrowing theroom quickly. The closet was extended into a walk in thanks to Alice’s request and wasdecorated to fit a young adult’s bedroom with a purple wall and a huge entertainment unitcomplete with flat screen and all the other possible gadgets you could think of. I remembered
 
when my father and Emmett had came home with boxes just for it and were oh so excited toinstall it.All of my fathers books and music was moved to my old bedroom in the cottage and replacedwith all my books and music, it took much of my storage space. Throughout my five years, I’dinherited quite a large collection; works from all different times and genres. It was impressiveto look threw all the diversity.Closest to the door was my work area which had my laptop, printer and such.I grabbed my school bag from its hook behind my door and sighed as I closed the door behindme; I really didn’t want to go to school. What kid ever wants to go to school? At least it’sFriday I said to myself. For me school was such a waste of time since I already knew all thematerial they were teaching and the homework was bore. This was only my first year inschool, and it just happened to be my senior year. Yet, I couldn’t complain since it was my ideathat I in roll in school after all. I saw all the other teenagers in the area go to school, and Iwanted to be like them. Hang out by your car in the school parking lot before classes started,have lunch in the cafeteria with all your friends, be on the school athletics teams and eventcomities. I just wanted to be normal, for once.My father had been my tutor ever since I was a few months old; by the time I was a couple of weeks old I could talk, by months I could read books that were far much advanced then thereading level of a toddler. I remember my mother reading me thick volumes of classicalliterature as bed time stories. I absolutely hated when she’d read the same book twice. Attimes I would start reading too.I’d matured and grown up faster then all my other classmates. I was born when they were stillin elementary school. It a long story to explain why... I’d only been told this story maybe onceof twice, but I knew it by heart like the palm of my hand.First in 1918, my father was living in Chicago and dying from the Spanish influenza, he wasonly seventeen at the time. Carlisle’s a doctor and was on call, working the graveyard shift. Hewitnessed my fathers real mother die; her last request was to do anything he could to save herson. So Carlisle did so, and he transformed him, into one of his kind, thats when he started hisfamily. Esme followed then Rosalie and Emmett soon joined, Alice and Jasper heard aboutthem and decided to join them as well; this formed the Cullen family, my family. Eight yearsago or so my mom moved from Phoenix, Arizona where she lived with her mom, Renee to livein Forks, Washington with her father, Charlie. My step-grandfather is a minor league baseballplayer so he traveled a lot, that’s why my mom moved to live with her father. At school shemet my dad, and the rest is history...I guess? They got married in on August 13 of 2008 and Iwas born a month later, on September 10th; three days before my moms birthday. At birth Ididn’t get to see my mom right away. She was going threw the change.One word can fit in context with the words transformed and change; its vampire. Our kind iskept secret from the human race. I’m different from the rest of my family, as well as othervampires except for one. I’m half vampire half human or human-hybrid. My mom was stillhuman when they conceived and delivered me; I almost killed my own mother, that’s why shewas changed by my father. Although, its not like she didn’t want to be, she’d been asking tobe changed for a long time.

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