Author note – Do I own Twilight? No. Do I own Alice? No. Am I Stephenie Meyer? No.

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I closed my eyes as the moonlight washed over my face.

Ah. Bliss.

I spread my long, inky, black hair above my head, and opened my eyes, staring at the moon.

It was large, white, and glowing. It was beautiful. The stars twinkled peacefully in the night sky, spreading a calming effect over the countryside, and my mind drifted.

"MARY ALICE BRANDON! GET OVER HERE!" a voice yelled, interrupting my thoughts. Was it Miss Ethel?

"MARY ALICE BRANDON. GET. OVER. HERE. NOW."

I sighed. Yes, it was Miss Ethel. I lightly jumped up on my feet and crept into the house.

"MARY ALICE. I SEE THAT THE DOOR IS OPEN, AND I KNOW YOU ARE OUTSIDE. GET. IN. HERE. NOW!"

I brushed the grass off of my nightgown, and took advantage of Miss Ethel's preoccupation of the open door, climbing through the open window. As innocently as I possibly could, I sat down on the stairs, as if I had just walked down from my room, and yawned.

"Yes, Miss Ethel?"

The expression on her face was priceless. The color of her face changed from normal, to pink, to deep burgundy, to yellow, and finally settled back to salmon-orange.

"Don't you lie to me missy! You know your father and mother do not approve of you strutting around outside like you've got nothing better to do with your life!"

I scrunched my nose up, receiving another death-glare from the housekeeper. According to her, I was going to have premature wrinkles.

"I do have something better to do with my life! I'm going to be a ballerina. You know that."

"That's my point! No normal ballerina struts around outside in the middle of the night!"

I lifted myself off the stairs and turned around to walk back up to my room.

"I'm off to bed. I'm tired. And for your information, I don't strut."

And with that, I slammed the door shut, and drifted off to sleep.

That night, I dreamed of stars.

I knew that Miss Ethel wouldn't stay mad at me.

What I didn't know was that the star-filled dream was going to be the last normal dream of my life.

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