Kay, This is for my friend Lauren who's favorite characters are Maggie and Alice. Takes place during Twilight, near the beginning when Bella comes. Same pairings and such. Rate, Read and Review! P.S, Who here has seen Vampires Suck? It was hilarious!
Maggie POV
Girls just want to have fuh-un! Oh-hh girls just wanna haaaave fun! I growled and smushed my pillow over my ear. The teenager sitting next to me on my flight apparently loved that song, as he had been listening to it the whole time from Dublin to Forks.
YESS! WE'RE THERE! I thought as the plane finally touched down. I grabbed my carry on bag from above my seat and stood up to exit the plane.
"Hello, honey. Is mom or dad picking you up?" A cheery blond flight attendant asked me. I snorted. I knew I looked little, but not that little. I walked into the airport, ignoring her. Grabbing my bag and quickly hailing a taxi, I made my way from Port Angeles to Forks.
"Ahh, Miss Brandon. Welcome to Forks. Your house is ready and furnished, just as your family wished. Your parents will be here soon, right? How old are you?" My real estate agent, Ashton Newton asked.
I smiled at him sweetly, replying
"Oh thank you Mr. Newton. Yes my parents will be here soon, they just stopped to visit an old friend. I'm seventeen. I'll be attending Forks high school tomorrow." I said in my most innocent voice. I could taste my lie in the back of my throat, just as I did with other lies.
Mr. Newton smiled down at me.
"Yes, well, my son Michael goes there. Everyone just calls him Mike though. I'm sure you two will be good friends." He said as he got into his car. I waved at him while he drove away.
"Okay, housey. Just what do you actually look like, hmm?" I mumbled as I walked down the stone path to the front door.
I gasped as I entered the house. It was stunning, with it's wide family room with my newly bought white furniture spread evenly across it, the plasma in the middle. And the kitchen had alluring white marble counters, spotted with black. I climbed up the spiral staircase, excited to see the bedrooms.
I looked through the five different bedrooms, deciding which one would be best for what.
Hmmm, the one with the huge wall made of windows for my art room, the tiniest one for a storage room. The one with the bathroom for my closet, the one with lime green walls for my game room- I stopped and gasped loudly for the second time.
This room was magnificent, with its baby blue walls, and it had its own private balcony that was right by the charming forest, full of tiny plants and animals. Perfect for hunting. It was my bedroom.
Okay, I know that I don't technically need a bedroom since I don't sleep, but still. You just need one.
I had only ever been through school once, and that was back when I was a human. I was excited to learn all the new things. Unpacking my clothes at vampire speed, I managed to get the rest of my house ready in an hour. Then I went hunting.
I ran past the trees, following the scent of the lion. A mountain lion on my first day here. I liked this place already. I inhaled deeply, then made a sharp left turn.
I tackled the animal, draining him quickly. Only then did I notice it had gotten dark. I strolled back towards my house, softly singing an Irish lullaby.
Over in Killarney
Many years ago,
Me mother sang a song to me
In tones so sweet and low
Just a simple little ditty
In her good old Irish way
And I'd give the world if she could sing
That song to me today
Oft in my dreams I wander
To that cot again
I feel her arms a-huggin' me
As when she held me then
And I hear her voice a-hummin'
To me as in days of yore
When she used to rock me fast asleep
Outside the cabin door
I gazed into the rising sun, then back on my painting. I added a few finishing touches, then hung it on the wall. It was off two small girls playing by a pond, while their parents watch them. It was drawn from one of my few memories of my human life. I had a sister when I was young. Her name was Mary.
When Mary was only fifteen, she started to see things. She would see in her head a picture or clip, and then it would happen. She could see the future. I was only eleven at time, and I believed her. At night she would tell me of the lonely blond soldier that she would dream of. I loved every second of it. But when Mother and Father found out, they put her in an asylum, and I never saw her after that. She must of died.
I went into my closet room to pick an outfit for my very first day of school.