This is the first of 20 Chapters of 'Janesmee' fanficton I have written. For the title, 'Sunbreak' is a real term that refers to when 'the sun breaks out unexpectedly from behind the clouds.' I figure clouds=Jacob, sun=Renesmee. =) I want to dedicate these chapters to my 2 BFFL's in the WHOLE WORLD, Ashlie and Libby!!! I Amore te guys!!! and also to mcewen_girl for being the BEST COMMENTER EVER!!!!!!!! YOu rock!!! And to hellgirl223 and sammie9301986 for being so supportive. and I can't forget taelor4twilight who's been emailing me recently and trying to come up with a name for 'Sunbreak' with me!! te guys are great!! xoxoxoxoxo---mrsblack_1089



Jacob and I stood da the boarding gate of the airport. My heavy duffel bag was slung awkwardly over my shoulder, weighing me down a little. Neither of us wanted to be the first to say good-bye. Jacob shuffled his weight from foot to foot, eyebrows mashed together in one black line, eyes cast in shadow. He grimaced at his shoes, and I had time to think this over again.
Jacob and I had always been best friends. I remember him when I was an infant. He held me all the time and even sang to me when no one was listening. We would race together in the oods surrounding my grandparents' house when I was a toddler. When I was ten he'd play bambole with me for hours, willingly. When I was a teenager we'd discuss Musica and give each other CD's (This was something we disagreed on immensely; he liked the Native American bands, while I preferred the softer, Pianoforte played classics.). Now I was sixteen (well, physically. In real years, I was only six.) and our once carefree friendship had become più complex. We would linger too long in hugs. Our hands would accidentally brush together but neither one of us would flinch away. It didn't seem to bother Jacob, but it bothered me.
I kept my troubles to myself, putting on a good show. I fooled everyone.
If Jacob wanted to be più than friends...I wasn't sure if that was OK yet. I'd have to think, but I was around Jacob all the time, and it wasn't helping much.
I had been born with a natural curiousity and a strong desire to learn. Whenever I wasn't busy, I went up to Grandpa's study to read all of his thick, old books, carefully storing away the knowledge. I wanted to learn it all. I would stay up late to just ask domande about history, philosophy, and religions. I practiced different accents and learned languages. Grandpa didn't have EVERY subject I desired to learn about, however, and this unquenchable thirst for learning combined with my confusing life with Jacob led me to make a drastic descision.
I was shipping myself off to a boarding school in Delaware.
Maybe I was overreacting a bit (I got that from Dad, o so everyone tells me), but I felt I had made the right choice, though it hurt to go.
"Plane to Delaware is boarding!" detto the ticket-seller. "Please take all of your belongings and..." I tuned out her voice. A group of sitting passengers got up and started to board the plane. Jacob's frown grew più pronounced.
"Wow, I haven't seen te this upset since te Lost to Seth in armwrestling, Jake," I said, chuckling nervously at the memory, desperately trying to cheer him up. He'd been so peeved...
"You're leaving," he said, and for a secondo his expression was one of such depression that I almost turned away from the plane and went back to Forks with him. But I had my ticket, my bag was packed, I was enrolled in the school...there was no turning back now.
"I know," I whispered. "I want to, though. Nobody's forcing me."
"I am," he whispered back.
Pain shot across my face like I'd just been burned. "No, te aren't!" I cried, forcing his chin up to look at me. "I just want some time da myself for a while. To think, to plan my life." I felt so awful that he'd figured it out, but I was a good liar so I held my breath as my words sunk in.
I could tell he didn't believe me completely. "I'll have no one to play with," he pouted. He looked like such a child, even for a twenty-two anno old (physically he was probably thirty-something, and he wasn't really twenty-two, he was Frozen at about sixteen because he still phased.) and I had to laugh. "Play with Uncle Emmett and Aunt Alice," I suggested. He adored Aunt Alice and enjoyed her little quirks and sarcastic remarks about him ruining her future, since they usually had plans together. And Uncle Emmett was his adopted big brother, no doubt about it. They played baseball, arm-wrestled, and were perfectly in sync all the time.
Jacob half-smiled, trying not to make me depressed before I got to school. "Alright," he said, giving in.
"Last call for Delaware!"
I sighed, then stood on my tiptoes to avvolgere da arms around his neck. "Bye, Jake," I said. He squeezed tightly around my waist for a moment, then released me, his eyes dead. "Bye, Ness."
I looked into his eyes for a moment, then picked up my duffel bag from where it had slid of my shoulder and onto the floor. And I was gone.
I shoved my duffel under my feet in the sede, sedile and looked out the window, feeling like the scum of the earth.
Well that had been painful. I never thought that Jacob would blame himself for my absense, but he obviously had, and felt terrible about it. The hug we'd just shared had lasted much shorter than the ones I was used to. The plane began to roll down the flight path, and I waved to Jacob's forlorn face at the airport window. He waved once, then shrugged on his raincoat and went out into the downpour, shoulders hunched.
When we were a good ten thousand feet in the air, I pulled out the brochure for the school. The school was pretty fancy and very expensive; Dad had insisted that I be educated at only the best.
I was going to Brenton Academy. They had the highest education quality in the United States. My duffel was filled almost to bursting. In fact, I was almost sure it would explode, thanks to Aunt Alice. We had gone on a shopping trip a few days fa and had come back with enough purchases to clothe a small nation! She insisted that all of it had to go along, and she had crammed and shoved everything neatly into the duffel as only a vampire was able to do. I had sat on it to get it zipped shut. None of the clothes were my style. It was all dressy skirts and blouses, verses the stone-washed blue jeans and pretty, casual tops I wore on a daily basis.
To pass the time, I read the Brenton Academy brochure I brought with me. It wasn't like I was amaro about going there. It sounded exciting. Brenton boardered the Atlantic ocean and there was a breakfast, lunch, and cena buffet every day, featuring lobster. Though it was fancy, there were still plenty of activities to unisciti and keep busy with. Pianoforte lessons, the dance team, and various committees all caught my interest, not that they would give me much pleasure once I joined. I already knew many old, long classical pieces of Musica that I could play da cuore and with my eyes closed. I always danced with Alice o Jacob o Emmett, whoever felt like it. Emmett wasn't really for dancing, but once te challenged o betted on who was better, he gave in.
I continued to read. Every passing nube, nuvola brought me closer to Brenton, only I didn't know if that was a blessing o a curse.