Here is my new story. It is my favourite so far! Please read and review. If I don't get at least 10 reviews from this first chapter then I will take it off that it isn't good enough and I will take it down and rethink the storyline. So far I have written four long chapters and they are reading to be posted. All I want are at least 10 reviews for every chapter!

This first chapter may prove a little boring but trust me! Chapter 2 is reading and I love it!


Chapter One.


A supernova is a stellarexplosion. Supernovae are extremely luminous and cause a burst of radiation that often briefly outshines an entire galaxy, before fading from view over several weeks or months.

(Renesmee POV)

I had always had trouble communicating with people, which was ironic because of my talent. Or perhaps it wasn't ironic, because my talent of touching and telling people my thoughts had closed off my need to talk. Even with my only family, it seemed that I was just different. Not in a bad way, I loved being in my own little shell without a need to relate to anyone. It wasn't just that I couldn't really formulate sentences and that had nothing to do with my English skills either. It was just that I had never needed to tell anyone how I was feeling and as I grew up I never did learn how to.

My songs were my emotional outlet; my gift was just a knack but my music was how I was me and how I told people who I was.

It scared me to think that one day I might actually have to tell someone how I felt rather than keep it locked inside.


The day was over. Finally! I could not hold my excitement as I drove home from my second week back at school. Within that time I had made a great group of friends, started a band, been accepted into school society and scored myself the most sought after boy in my junior class, Chad Fray! I had not expected school to be like this.

So far no one had hated me and no one saw through my series of lies about my family. I was enrolled into Port Angeles High Junior Class. I looked 15, possibly 16 and everyone had believed that I was moved up a year because I was too smart for a sophomore. I had the grades to prove it too. Junior year was already proving to be a breeze.

I turned into my street, the butterflies and excitement building in my stomach as I got closer to the house. I turned into the driveway, opening the garage door to drive my Mini Cooper, my '15th' birthday present. Anxiously I walked out of the drive way and back around to the front of the house.

I burst through the front door, immediately heading for the living room. Mum and dad were in the kitchen and the rest of the family were on the couches, including Jacob.

"Guess what everyone!?" I almost cried out.

"What?" they all asked in unison, Jacob's husky voice standing out.

"Chad asked me out!"

"What?" Jacob almost shouted, standing up without delay as if the chair was scorching.

I expected laughter, smiles or shrieks of joy; some kind of sign of happiness or any emotion at all. The only one who did anything was Jacob. He blinked at me in disbelief, his eyes looking me over.

"Chad-d asked me out-t?" I quivered. I knew he saw me as a younger sister but I honestly didn't think he was that protective of me.

"Who is Chad?" he said pronouncing each word slowly and crossing his arms.

"A guy?" It sounded more like a question than an answer. Chad wasn't that bad really. He was actually really sweet to me. He was the one that had first made me think about starting the band. Yes he did have a reputation for being a player but you can't believe everything that you hear. To me he was really nice and I wasn't going to let gossipers ruin our friendship. Or relationship.

"Where did you meet him Renesmee?" he asked staring into my eyes with fury. I was waiting for someone to save me but it seemed that my family were impressed with the job Jacob was doing in playing older brother.

"He is in my band..." I admitted warily.

"You are in a band!" He made it sound like that we were one of those bands that require years of alcohol and substance abuse to produce songs that don't even make sense. I was convinced at this point that he was going to burst out of his clothes, turn into a werewolf and hunt Chad down.


My band was nothing like what he was imagining. In fact, you could barely call us a band. I was the lead singer, Chad was guitarist and his friend Nigel was drums. We didn't have our own songs; we didn't even have a name.

"Well are you going to bring him home for us to meet?" Jacob asked furious.

"Not if this is how you are going to react. Can't you just trust me and be happy for me?" I replied. I thought that this might waken him up. It didn't.

"I trust you Nessie; it is him I don't trust. I'd prefer if you stayed away from high school boys," he added grimly.

"Fine I will."

"You will?" he asked, his face a mask of pure joy, "Really?"

"Yes. I'll date college boys instead."

That made everyone in the room, besides Aunty Rose cringe. Ever since I started to look 15, whenever I would go out guys would look at me, and not try and be subtle about it. That's why Jacob insisted he go with me everywhere.

"It's not like I can't defend myself," I had told him.

"I know, in fact I'd like to teach you some things about self defence, but I would still feel heaps better if I was with you."

Since then he'd been working with me on my right hook, and it seemed pretty effective. It now didn't seem odd that he was being protective. He had always been that way with me.

He scowled at me from my previous comment.

"Fine, I'll let him meet you. Or even better you can come a long to our date tomorrow." As soon as I spoke those words I regretted them.

He smiled. "Good. Where are you going?"

"After our band practice we are going to the movies." This made him smile even more. "Wait a second... THAT DOES NOT MEAN YOU CAN SIT BETWEEN US!"

I had a terrifyingly bad vision of Chad sitting next Jacob. Jacob was probably double the size of him.

"I'm doing this for your own good Nessie. I know what teenage boys are like!"

"So do I!"

"I don't think you do..." he smiled shaking his head.

"I go to a public school for crying out loud! Of course I know what they are like." Luckily Jacob didn't know about the rest of the male population of the school looking at me and flirting, he would have had a seizure and made the family home school me forever.

"Either way... I'm still coming."

"It is just the movies! Nothing is going to happen!" I was really beginning to regret allowing him to come.

"I've been to the movies Nessie. A lot can happen. It gets pretty dark."

"And you would know? Oh wait you do know... from watching a movie with my mum!"

That hit a nerve. His eyebrows tensed together furiously and he crossed his arms.

"Now I thought you were over that Nessie. I don't love your mum that way anymore. It was a long time ago and a lot of things have changed."

I scowled at him. I found out a few months ago about the whole story between mum and Jacob and dad. I had almost vomited, literally when I had heard. Jacob and Mum? Ew. I had heard every detail, even the part where Jacob had kissed her before fighting the evil gang of vampires. For nights all I dreamt of was the song Stacey's mom, except in my dreams Jacob was singing Nessie's mum.

I wondered why no one in the room was saying anything.

"Whatever," I mumbled and walked up the stairs. From my room I could whispers but I didn't bother listening. I had more important things to think about, like what I was going to wear to the date.

We had a band rehearsal before, so that would limit options. I didn't want to seem like a try hard. I got out a pair of light spray-on skinny jeans and a white tank top. If it got cold in the cinema I would bring a jacket. I was half way through trying to pick my shoes when I heard a knock at the door.

"Come in," I said unenthusiastically.

It was just mum. She had a weird look on her face, as if she was really worried about me.

"Can I talk to you?" she said.


"I know you said that you had gotten over the whole me and Jacob thing but I just need to make sure. You can talk to me; I know it must seem really weird for you to understand." She said while patting the bed as she sat on it, inviting me to sit next to her. I obeyed.

"Really mum, there's nothing to talk about. I just said all that stuff to try and get Jacob not to come with me."

"He's very protective of you Nessie. But I wish you would see that as a good thing."

I ignored that comment and tried to change the subject.

"Why didn't anyone try and stick up for me? I thought you would be excited or happy, but none of you said anything."

"I think Jacob said enough," she mumbled while standing up and looking at my outfit for tomorrow, "I'd wear your ankle boots."

She walked out the door before giving me a quick smile. It was odd, like she knew something was going to happen, even though Alice was the fortune teller. I put the smile out of my mind as I pulled out my black ankle boots. She was right. The boots were perfect for the outfit. With that prepared I had nothing further to do. My homework was done... it was so easy I finished it during class.

"I could work on some songs I guess..." I muttered to myself, pulling my notepad from my bag. I sat on my bed crossed leg with a fresh page open. It had been so long since I had tried to write some lyrics. Chad had convinced me to work on other artist's songs and not to bother writing my own.

"It's too difficult," he had said in his deep voice, "Too hard for the band to work on."

He was right. I mean, I loved to write songs. It was one of my most favourite things to do in the world but I wanted what was best for the band.

Chad's dream was to be a famous guitarist. He was a cool musician type. Everyone in school wanted to be his friend and I was his girlfriend. It was too good to be true. He really understood me, my dreams. Even though he had no idea about the truth I knew that he was the kind of person I could trust.

While I had been thinking my pen had been drifting across the page, writing lyrics that I hadn't even thought about.

But I don't care what they say

I'm in love with you

They try to pull me away

But they don't know the truth

My heart's crippled by the vein

That I keep on closing

I squinted at the words on my page. They were deep but I had no idea where I had written them from. They had just poured out of me, about whom or what they were about? I had no idea but they seemed to be frighteningly real.

I closed the note pad, taking a sigh. It must have been a long day. I put it on my bedside table and turned off the light, grabbing my iPod from my bookshelf. Like every night I went through my usual playlist. It contained both current songs and then all of dad's songs that he recorded for me. They included mum's lullaby, mine and Grandma Esme's. I always listened to mine last, letting the soft chords slowly bring my eyes to a close.

Tonight was no exception. Soon after my lullaby had finished I was in a deep sleep.


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