Renesmee Cullen
I woke up early, around 7 AM. Jacob was still asleep, snoring loudly. I stepped out of the bed as carefully as I could; I didn’t want to wake him up. I got dressed and walked down to the big dining hall where breakfast was being served.
I ate yogurt with cereals, quite a lot, but it didn’t really satisfy my needs. I tried to figure out what I really needed. Something sweet and delicious, though not candy. Blood? Not really.
The feeling of not knowing had never been my favorite, but I had—almost—always had someone there to tell me. Well, at least after some whining from my side.
But right now there was no one by my side to tell me what exactly I wanted. Needed. Craved.
Correction: what my body craved. I didn’t really feel this longing for something, whatever it was. Why couldn’t I figure out what it was? I sighed and decided to do what I really didn’t want to do; give up.
The day was lying ahead of me. My plan was to try to get a job, or at least it had been when I’d woken up this morning. Now I didn’t know for sure anymore. Just like Jacob had said yesterday, where could we get a job?
My thoughts examined different kinds of professions that maybe I could handle.
A family with two small girls in kindergarten-age came into the dining hall. The girls immediately ran over to the small playground in one of the corners of the hall.
I picked up a newspaper and started stirring my tea. A perfect human mask. I didn’t pay any attention to the words in the paper, instead I listened carefully to what the parents were saying.
“Did you hear what Amanda said to Viola this morning?” the woman asked her husband.
“I’m not sure, tell me.” The couple had one of the best accents in the world: British. Sometimes I wished I was from England…
“I miss Emma, don’t you?” the woman said with a childish voice.
“Emma…?”
“Their kindergarten teacher,” she said with a sigh filled with movement.
The man buttered a sandwich while he spoke. “Oh, right. Yes, I remember her now. She missed her?”
His wife smiled at him and nodded. They moved towards a table and called for the girls.
So they missed their teacher. Suddenly a lightning struck me. I could be a teacher. Or a kindergarten teacher. I hurried out of the hotel, dumping the dirty dishes on the table.
The cold rain hit my face as I walked quickly through the streets of Vancouver. The air was chilly, cold for late September. I shivered slightly.
So, where was I supposed to go? Where could I find a kindergarten? They were not pointed out on any maps, so how would I possibly find one? I decided to just walk through the city to see if I could find anything.
I had only walked for about 10 minutes when I discovered my solution: a telephone booth. Those were rare these days, which probably meant I was pretty lucky. I crossed the road, opened the glass door to the booth and picked up the telephone book.
Wow. I was amazed by its existence.
I turned the first page and found the register. I flipped through the old pages until I found the business section.
“H...I...J...K,” I mumbled to myself. My finger searched for Kindergarten, and finally I found it. There were a few different ones, but I was too lazy to remember the addresses. Instead I just tore the page out and put it in my pocket. I was just about to leave the booth when I got an idea. If I called Carlisle from here, no one would recognize the number.
I turned to the phone, swiped my card and dialed Carlisle’s number. He picked up after two tones.
“Dr Cullen,” he said formally.
“Hey, it’s me, Renesmee,” I said quietly.
“Don’t worry, he’s not here.” Good. Then Carlisle could speak without effort.
“Thank you.”
“Don’t thank me. So, Vancouver, huh?”
“Um, yes. I guess so.” Jacob must have told him while I was lost yesterday.
“Listen, I’m not really sure about how we should do this.”
“Me neither. What do you want do do?”
“Actually, I would like to visit you. I guess moving you back here is not an option.”
“No, it’s not. The thing is, I’m not really sure of what we’re going to do here. I think we’ll need to get an apartment.”
“That might be a good idea, yes.”
“And in order to do that we must get a job, right?”
“Well, actually not—”
“I’m not accepting any alms from you, Carlisle. At least not a whole apartment.”
He sighed. “Okay. Do you have any ideas for a job then?” He seemed annoyed, though he was trying to hide it.
“As a matter of fact I do. At least for myself.”
This, apparently, enlightened his mood. “Let’s hear it.”
I thought twice for a moment. Was it really a good idea for me to be a teacher? Would I be able to pull it off? Would I fail? Would the kids just sit and scream at me? Would I, as a pregnant woman, even be able to get a job, or would they just kick me out?
Carlisle noticed my hesitation. “Renesmee?”
“Yeah, um...A kindergarten teacher…”
“That’s a great idea, Nessie! I think you would make a perfect teacher.”
I coughed lightly. “I guess so.”
“But hey, how about this? I’ll come up and visit you this Thursday? Then you’ve got two days to...plan some more, okay?”
“Sure, sure,” I said. I would find a job. I would.
“Take care, and you know it’s just to call me whenever you need.”
“Thank you. Bye.”
“Bye.”
I hung up. Sigh. At least Dad wouldn’t know about this. And that was good.
I picked up the addresses from my pocket. I would have to ask someone for the directions to find these places. I went out into the chilly air. It had started raining, and I actually smiled at it. It made me feel more at home. I closed my eyes and let my head fall back. The water was cool against my face, and I really enjoyed it.
That’s when someone poked my shoulder. The woman cleared her throat. “Excuse me, are you Renesmee Black?”