I awoke to the morning sonata of birds chirping and the easy, gentle wind blowing the tiny branches in various directions, causing them to occasionally brush casually against my bedroom window. The sun was just barely peeking over the horizon, causing just enough darkness to linger on in the beautiful, clear sky. The sounds and beauty of spring time washed through my room, my alarm not having a chance to go off even once before I turned it off.

My head was still swimming and my eyes were a tad groggy, but I was definitely awake. It felt good to just go at your own pace, wake up on your own time. To be awoken by the gentleness of nature instead of an annoying, man-made alarm gave the day a great start.

I challenged the sun to a race, betting I could get ready before it completely consumed the day with daylight. I washed the rest of my sleepiness away with a warm, soothing shower, and then threw on some denim skinny jeans that made my tiny, stick-like legs to look even thinner, and one of my favorite button up blouses with ruffles down the middle, seeming to make a cute little river out of the buttons on my blouse.

I threw myself happily inside my bathroom after giving a quick smile to the nature outside my window, seeing the sun was not coming anywhere close to winning my challenge. I looked at myself in my vanity mirror. I gave my pale face a quick wash and applied some of my oil-free make-up. I went easy on the black eyeliner for the day, threw on some cute, light berry colored blush, black, casual mascara and finished it off with a helping of cherry-flavored lip gloss. I gave myself two thumbs up in the mirror and giggled at my silly gestures to my reflection.

My hair was the REAL challenge. I had to make it look good today- the past few days this week it looked less than decent. I combed through my black do, the ends of my hair resembling the arrows on a compass. Somehow, I eventually got it perfect, and when I did, I sprayed on some expensive hairspray to lock it in place. Looking at the finished product in the mirror, I released a bright smile and ran back to my room and shot a quick look out my mirror.

Success! I had emerged victorious. Mr. Sun had come up some more, but not completely. Mary Alice Brandon had won the race.

I slipped on some black flats that just kind of sat there alone on my bedroom floor whereas the rest of my shoes were organized nicely in my closet. When I saw the glossy texture and the small ribbon on the top, I had to slip them on. When I looked at myself in my full-body mirror, I giggled to myself in excitement. Today was going to be a good day.

I waltzed gracefully, silently into my mother's bedroom, not making a single creaking noise as my tiny feet stepped across the carpeted floor. When I reached her bedside I gave her a small, tiny kiss on the forehead, and then left her snoring self in her room to sleep.

I literally broke into a sprint on my way to my tiny blue car. Jumping into the driver's seat under the perfectly blue sky never felt so right. The sun had finally popped out of hiding, and it shone brighter than it ever had before. The engine roared to life and I grabbed the steering wheel with both hands, preparing to face the day with anything it had coming for me. The light from the window next to me reflected on the purity ring on my ring finger on my right hand and the shiny bangles on my wrists that swayed in each and every direction as I moved the steering wheel, leading my car to the High School. On my way there, I turned on my old trusty radio, and blasted "I'm Walking on Sunshine" at top volume. I sang the lyrics loudly, not afraid of what anyone might think of a crazy girl screaming in her car all alone driving down the street in her tiny, compact blue car.

Driving up to the school parking lot, I looked for a parking place. I found one near the building that seemed to scream "Alice!" but this exclamation was only part of my imagination.

"Alice!"

That, however, was not.

Emerging from the driver seat, I was nearly mauled over by a two-person stampede. One with brunette hair that lay wavy and beautifully combed a little past her shoulders. She wore jeans, as always, and a little green sleeveless hoodie-type shirt with front pockets that had a low cut, and under it she wore a long sleeved, much paler green tee. It sounds strange, but she made it work. Her eyes seemed to shine, even though she had a small grin on her face that spelt out "fake happiness".

"Bella!" I returned her greeting. I hugged her tightly.

The other individual stood behind Bella, looking for her turn. I gave her a great big hug, nearly knocking her on the ground. Bella laughed behind us.

Rosalie was the literal definition of beauty. Her long, perfect blonde hair, her thin, amazing figure, her gorgeous blue eyes and every unique outfit she wore put together some sort of immortal goddess. She was such a beautiful person, not only on the inside, but also in the heart.

"Al, I'll have you know I rode to school today with intentions that you'd join me for a round of coffee along with Edward and Bell."

I turned and smiled at Bella, and for a quick second there I thought I saw some sort of hint of worry. But Bell had nothing to worry about, did she? I decided I would ask her later. She somehow hid her worry with a bright smile and more sparkle from her eyes.

"Yeah." I accepted her invitation.

"Well, c'mon." Rose giggled. She grabbed my wrist and led me away from my car.

Bella Swann, Rosalie Hale, and Alice Brandon all walked into the school building together with our arms locked together, forming a three-woman chain, with bright smiles and heavy hearts.

And because things don't last forever, like friendship, that was the last time we would ever do that.