Copyright: The character Mary Alice Brandon, along with parts of the story line, were created by Ms. Stephenie Meyer, a much more amazing author than I, and I am not claiming any of it=] Thanks.
AN: First few chapters might be a little fuzzy, I'm not even quite sure what I'm doing yet, this chapter is pretty short, but it's mostly setup. In the future, most of the story will be seen through Mary's eyes, sometimes through others, but rarely will there be a non-character narrarator.
Mary woke up, giddy. It was her thirteenth birthday, how exciting. She pulled herself out of bed and stretched. It couldn't be later than six in the morning, and it was a Saturday, but for once, that was the last thing she was thinking about. A sweet smile on her young, pixie-like face, Mary walked across the room to her closet, wanting to find the perfect dress for her big day. She gasped as she looked inside to see a beautiful white dress, and her very first corset. Mary tore across the room with the new clothing, careful not to let them snag on anything around. She sat in front of her mirror, dress held up to her body, admiring how beautiful she would look. It was things like this that made her thankful that her parents were wealthy, prominant members of society, even if it did limit her somtimes. She dressed in her clothing, failing to properly tie her new corset, not like it mattered with her petite figure. She sat down at her vanity, glowing with how grown up she felt. She brushed her long dark brown curls to one side and inserted her favorited jeweled clip. It took her a while to realize that someone was knocking at her door.
"Come in." she muttered, trying to sound more mature, but managing instead to sound like a small child who had been gifted chocolate. Mary's mother hurried in, followed closely by her four year old sister, Cynthia. Cynthia's hair was golden brown, and she was everything to Mary. There was conflict every now and then, like in most households, but Mary got along surprisingly well with her much younger sister.
"Pretty!" Cynthia exclaimed, running to Mary, and attatching herself to Mary's leg. Their mother detatched Cynthia's tiny arms from Mary's dress.
"Now now dear, go see Daddy, he's got your dress for Mary's party today!" Mrs. Brandon exclaimed sweetly, ushering little Cynthia out of the room. Mary's face was bright again. She knew that her mother's favorite time was when she was throwing a party. It was rare that her mother was happy anymore.
"Ooh! A party!" Mary exclaimed, half from excitement, and half for her mother's benefit. "Mother, I had a dream about my party last night! Everyone was there, and you announced me like I was a princess! And you were wearing the prettiest green dress!" Mary's mothers' face narrowed, not out of suspicion, more out of fear.
"What color green darling?" Mrs. Brandon asked, trying to keep her voice even, for her own sake.
"A beautiful emerald green mother!" Mary said excitedly, "And it was long, and lacy, like mine!" Mrs. Brandon's face went pale as she pulled Mary along with her to her own room down the hall. She raced to her closet and pulled out a striking emerald dress. "Mama, that's the dress!" Mary exclaimed, confused. Mrs. Brandon's face sunk even farther as she sat on her bed. "It's happening again isn't it mama?" Mary asked scaredly, sitting closer to her mother, hoping for comfort.
"You are not to say a word about this, do you hear me?" her mother whispered sternly, standing up. "Not a word." Mrs. Brandon stumbled out of the room, very obviously upset. Mary sat on her mother's bed, all of the excitement about her party having left her now. What was so big about her dreaming about things that happened? She thought it was kind of fun, if only she could control it. Mary stood up and stared into her mother's large mirror. Her dress was perfect, her hair was perfect.. So why did everything feel so wrong? A single tear ran down Mary's cheek as, as if on cue, Cynthia came storming into the room.
"Look Mary! I have a dress like yours!" Cynthia exclaimed, twirling in her powder blue frilly dress. Mary couldn't help but smile as Cynthia did her best grown-up impression, hands on her hips and pouting her lips. Mary giggled and picked up her little sister. "Will you do my hair sissy?" Cynthia asked sweetly.
"Of course Cynthia, do you want it like mine?" Mary asked, wiping the tear from her cheek. Cynthia nodded violently as Mary guided her to her bedroom to do her hair.
AN: Hope you all liked the first chapter, will get better I promise! Message me if you're interested in beta-ing.