Maggie POV

I whistled a cheery tune as I locked my front door. Nodding happily at the neighbors, I climbed down the front steps and started jogging towards the school. I stopped suddenly. It was four miles there. It might seem a little bit odd if I walked.

Sighing, I climbed in to my dark blue Audi. I was afraid that it would stand out. I drove slowly through the morning traffic, humming my lullaby.

My throat started to pinch and it felt like tears should be escaping. Mamai had sung Mary and I that song when I was just a toddler.

Mary and I giggled. "Mamai, Mamai! Do it again Mamai! I like that song! Please?" Mary begged. I nodded in agreement. "Gen! Gen Mamai! Do gen!" I said, struggling to form the same words as Mary. Mamai smiled patiently. "Girls, Girls, Girls. Now, you know that after your bath, you get into bed, I read you your story, I sing, and then you sleep. Now you must sleep. Mary, did you light the candle?" Mamai said. Mary nodded. When Mamai left, Mary turned to me. "I saw again, Cynthie. I actually didn't light the candle. The cat woulda knocked it over and started a fire and everyone but you woulda died. Please don't tell!" She pleaded. I nodded obediently, falling asleep as soon as she sighed with relief.

I parked into the last empty space, praying that the bell didn't ring already. I rushed into the small brick building marked office.

"Hello. My name's Cynthia Brandon. I- I mean my mom faxed in my paperwork and stuff." I said to the lady clicking away on the keyboard behind the desk.

She looked up and smiled. "Oh yes. Here's your schedule, honey. Your first class is English. It already started, but I'm sure Mrs. Henderson won't mind. Off you go, darling. There was a bunch of new students a month ago, the Cullen's. Emmett, Rosalie, Jasper, Alice, Edward, Bella and Nessie I believe. I'm sure you'll all be great friends." she said, handing me a pile of paper. I walked quickly to the building marked Henderson

I opened the door, walking in slowly. The teacher looked at me.

"Miss Cynthia Brandon, I presume? Hello, Cynthia. There's a a seat open right beside Bella. Bella was new last month. But please, tell the class about yourself." Mrs. Henderson said.

"Um, well, I was born in Ireland. I like to paint and play the piano. And call me Maggie." I said, grateful that I couldn't blush. The teacher nodded, and I walked towards the empty seat.

"Hello. I'm Bella. It's nice to meet you, Cynthia. Would you like to sit with me at lunch?" the brown-haired girl whispered.

"Call me Maggie. It's my middle name. It's nice to meet you too. I would love to sit with you." I whispered back.

The rest of the day flew by, and before I knew it I was being introduced to the Cullen's by Bella.

"Hey guys!" Bella said cheerfully as she sat down next to a bronze-haired boy, who pecked her on the cheek. I sat down in the only available seat in between a small girl with long ringlets the same bronze color as the boys and a tiny tiny girl with spiky black hair.

"Guys, this is Cynthia. She likes Maggie though. Maggie, this is Edward, that's Nessie, that's Emmett, that's Rosalie, that's Jasper, and that's Alice. Before you think that we're weird, we're not actually related, we're adopted. Only Edward and Nessie are related." Bella said. I was too busy staring at Alice to listen. She looked familiar.

Edward POV

"Guys, this is Cynthia. She likes Maggie though. Maggie, this is Edward, that's Nessie, that's Emmett, that's Rosalie, that's Jasper, and that's Alice. Before you think that we're weird, we're not actually related, we're adopted. Only Edward and Nessie are related." Bella said. But Maggie wasn't listening. She was staring intently at Alice.

Where have I seen her before? Hmm. Well, it could have been anywhere. Is her name really Alice? She looks more like a Mary or Maria. Wait, Mary? No. That's just silly.

I was surprised that Maggie's thoughts were in Gaelic. She was obviously a vampire from a while ago. I think that she knew we were vampires too. I turned to Alice listening to her reaction.

Cynthia? The Cynthia? My Cynthia? No, it can't be. No, that's impossible, besides, Cynthie had brown hair, didn't she? No, that's her daughter, Edna. This is absurd. Jazzy . . . . Jazzy can help. I'll ask him about it during History . . . Suddenly Alice's "voice" turned into a picture. She was having a vision. I noticed Bella quickly get Maggie's attention away from Alice.

Alice's vision was of her and Maggie in a graveyard, staring at a headstone. It changed to them visiting an old lady at a nursing home. Alice shook her head and turned to me.

Did you see? Did you hear? It's impossible, isn't it? She thought. I shrugged, making it look like I was getting more comfortable.

The rest of the day went by quickly. I went hunting right after we got home.

Alice POV

"Jazzy! I'm so confused! Cynthia's death was in the newspapers! Her middle name was Harriet, not Maggie! Or, at least I'm pretty sure it was." I said. Jazz sighed and put his arm around me.

"Allie, your just going to have to ask her." Jasper said. I didn't hear Maggie come up behind us.

"Ask me what?"