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Renesmee Cullen; 1 year old; 7 years biologically Indie, semi-private, selective.

                 ❛ yo, aren’t you a little too young to be hangin’ out by yourself at a                           skate park so late ? i can’t believe i’m askin’ this, but where                           are your parents ? you lost ? ❜ 

      ❛ exactly — !! just like you.               — yeah, snow is frozen water. and because                it’s cold out, it doesn’t melt. it only melts when                it becomes warm, in springtime. ❜

“Why am I here?” He grumbled. August was terrible at fitness. He couldn’t run to save his life & yet someone had talked him into joining so now here he was, trying to get fit & he was failing. Of course, it didn’t help either when a girl caught his attention and he dropped the weight he was holding on his foot, and cursed loudly at himself, and for the pain now shooting through his foot.

          Ness winced. The sound of metal against skin was loud in her ears. It           was a particularly nasty sound, made worse by the fact that someone           had dropped a weight onto their foot. Ouch. She bit her lip. Was he           okay? The teenaged girl raced over to the weightlifter's side,           unthinkingly grabbing the metal and lifting it from his foot to place it on           the floor. Should she call the nurse? Grandpa Carlisle said scent was a           powerful medical tool. It smelled like there was blood, but none spilled.           A bruise? Big brown eyes looked up, white teeth still scraping against           red lips. Was he okay?

    ❛ it’s beautiful, and unique, you know. it’s hard        for humans to see the details. it’s so tiny. —       but every single snowflake, ever, is different.       every single one! isn’t that cool? ❜