Maggie POV
I looked from Alice to Rosalie to Bella. I had just been about to ask Alice when Rosalie had stormed through the door.
"ISABELLA MARIE CULLEN! I HATE YOU! WHY WOULD YOU EVEN TOUCH MY FERRARI?" She screamed even though Bella would have been able to hear her even if she whispered.
"I told you Rosalie! It wasn't me! I haven't touched you stinking car!" She yelled. Suddenly Emmett came stampeding down the stairs, holding a strange tangle if metal and rubber in his hand.
"Look at what I made! It's for our anniversary, Rose!" He exclaimed. This did not look good. Rosalie looked at it and gasped.
"EMMETT! YOU TOOK APART MY CAR! THAT'S WHERE YOU GOT ALL THAT STUFF!" Rosalie stormed back out the doors. Emmett started to sob and ran back up the stairs. Alice looked at the floor. I could tell that she was embarrassed of her siblings. Suddenly I lost all my courage. How could I even try to tell Alice about my speculation. She would just laugh and I would lose my only friends.
"Okay, Street Dance is playing in half an hour, lets go!" Nessie said. She dragged us all to her car and stuck the key into the ignition. (A/N: Do keys go in the ignition? I was just going to say keyhole) I was in the front next to Nessie, who was happily supplying the soundtrack for the whole car ride to Port Angeles.
"Let's just go back, Nessie. I don't think Maggie and Al are really into it. We'll go another time." Bella finally said. I silently thanked her.
"But Mooooom – I mean Mom SAID I could go today!" Nessie whined. I kept myself from giggling.
"Emmett woulda came." Nessie grumbled as she made a large U-turn.
I sat down onto the piano stool, ready to finally try out my piece that I had made. Mary's birthday was tomorrow, and I had decided to make some music to put on her grave. If she had one. I was flying out in an hour.
The music came softly then quickly and then softly again. I loved it. I grabbed my bag and put the sheet music in, careful not to wrinkle any of the edges. I got into my car and drove into the setting sun.