A.N. Hello everyone! Welcome to the new updated If I Don't Remember You! Sorry it so long to update but life is rough and inspiration is hard to come by when you're writing. But thankfully the long hiatus is over and back when new fresh ideas for this stories and my other ones. Thank you all for sticking with this story, I appreciate it! And just wanted to point out, I don't the characters they belong to Stephanie Meyers and I also want to recommend you listen to La Parfum de Fleurs from Yuri!on Ice, while you read this part of the story, because of the feels. So enjoy and look forward to future updates :)
Biloxi, Mississippi 1906
It was a lovely sunny day in Biloxi, Mississippi. The streets were bustled with life around every corner; with salesmen adverting their goods and services to the public, or busy people walking to and fro, the elderly sat on benches near the shore, enjoying the sounds of the ocean. Though it was a day to be enjoyed, a certain young girl did not seem to convey the same mood as the rest of the townsfolk.
On the beach, a little girl was dressed in her Sunday best, walked by her lonesome. Letting out a heartbreaking sigh she continued her walk, as she replayed pasted events of the day in her mind:
As the young girl walked with such excitement and joy in her heart. Due to it being her fifth birthday party, and her house was filled with guest around each and every corridor. In her elated sense of being, she accidentally bumped into someone.
"Hey!" the voice snapped as he turns around. Picking herself off the ground, as timidly lifted her head."Sorry." she said looking up and down at between the boy and the floorboard.
But the boy just sneered at her, saying " You made me spill my drink on myself. Watch, where you're going, witch! "
Then the room suddenly went quiet. As the girl stood there, she could feel the heat of embarrassment rise from her cheeks.
"I'm sorry, I bumped into you. I didn't see you." , even more, squeaked.
"Why didn't you see that coming, like everything else, witch girl!" he yelled as tears were welling up in the young girl's eyes.
Hearing the commotion; her mother rushed over. "What's going on here?" she asked.
"She made me spill my drink on my clothes!" the boy squawked.
While seeking to pacify her daughter and the boy, the boy's father suddenly came over as well.
"Theodore." The boy's father snapped. "Why are you causing a fuss? "
"The witch made me spill juice on myself!"
Leading by a swift tug toward him, the father harshly whispered something in his ear.
After that, the boy grew pale and quickly apologized.
"I'm so sorry for my son behavior Mrs. Brandon. He sometimes has a bit of a temper; he gets it from his mother." the boy's father joked.
"It's alright, these things happen sometimes. Isn't that right, sweetie? " she said looking down at her daughter. However, little to her knowledge her daughter had a blank look on her face, as she stared into the distance.
"See dad, she's doing it again," he said while pointing at her.
"Theodore!" he snapped while stomping his heel.
Snapping back into reality, the young girl looked up and saw around at everyone to see them giving her questioning or disapproving looks. Feeling the tears welling up in her eyes once again, the girl broke from her mothers embrace and ran out the house, despite hearing her mothers cries.
And that is how she ended up walking alone on the beach with tearful red eyes, with the feeling of sorrow in her heart. Before letting out yet another heartbreaking sigh, she heard a chirping noise in the distance.
Looking towards the horizon, she could see a baby sparrow tangled in a fishing net.
With a slight gasp, she ran towards the helpless creature, as she saw the young bird struggle and chirped while tangled in the net. So the young girl carefully the took off the ropes from around the bird's limbs, to prevent it from hurting its self.
As she continued her task, the bird grew quiet and slowly still it's movement. After withdrawing the last remaining rope from around its neck, The girl quietly set the bird on the ground.
"There you go little bird. You're free now, " she said with a small smile. Getting up from the ground, she dusted the sand off her dress and started to walk away. However, when she tried to leave, she heard the sounds of tiny wings flapping behind her.
Looking back, she saw the little bird attempting to fly towards her but its body couldn't get off the ground. It seems it was following her. Choosing to hop forward, the bird made its way over to the girl, happily chirping along the way.
Giggling, she bent down to greet the tiny sparrow. "Hello, again little sparrow. Why are you following me? "
To respond to her question, the bird happily chirped. "Have you come to thank me? No thanks are necessary. I'm happy to help a new friend. "
The sparrow chirped again.
"If we're going to be friends. Then you should know my name." Standing to do a polite curtsey, she spoke with a smile "My name is Mary Alice Brandon, I'm very pleased to meet you, little sparrow. "
As the bird tilted its head in confusion, it gave one final chirp before something extraordinary happened. The tiny sparrow began to grow bigger as it feathers began to shed.
As Alice watched in fear yet amazement, she saw wings become hands and claws become feet. Slowly the sparrow transformed into a person…a girl, who looked to be about her age, but wore baggy clothes and had chocolate brown hair, brown eyes, and pale skin.
After the sudden transformation, the girl spoke with a slight smile. " Hi, my name is Isabella Swan, but everyone calls me Bella. It's nice to meet you too, Mary Alice and thank you for saving me. "
For a while, Mary Alice didn't know what to think of the strange girl. She just kept staring in amazement at her. Little did she know, that after meeting this young girl would change, the rest of her life forever.