Sadie yawned and stretched. She had had a dream about her mother. It was a good dream, which was strange. Usually Sadie's fears were reflected into her dreams, turning them into nightmares. Sadie's greatest fear always turned a dream about her family into a horrible massacre, because the thing she feared the most was the death of her family, leaving her all alone.

But today, her dream had been a good dream. She had been standing in her old room, searching for something. Her mother had come in, and she had smiled. Sadie had smiled back, and they had hugged.

Sadie tried to remember more, but the more she tried, the more she seemed to forget. Finally, Sadie gave up. She knew that sometimes you would remember dreams when you weren't even trying to think about them, the rest of the dream would come back eventually.

It was a rainy day outside, so Sadie grabbed one of the cashmere sweaters Alice had bought her, and decided to pair it with some jeans. She put the outfit on the bed and she stepped into the bathroom to take a shower.

Sadie loved the feeling of warm water running down her body. Forks was too cold, in her opinion. Sadie wanted to see the sun again, to be able to put on a bathing suit and go swimming in warm water.

Sadie sighed as she dried her hair. She lived here now, for her own protection. It was important, for some reason, to not leave Forks. There was danger outside the small town.

Sadie got dressed and bounced down the steps and into the kitchen. Alice was already there, just as she was every morning. She seemed to feel the need to prove her cooking skills by making the most delicious dishes she could to Sadie.

Curiously, no one in the Cullen family ever seemed to eat. Occasionally a member of the family drifted into the kitchen, but they never even tasted the food Alice took great pains in making.

Sometimes Esme or Bella were there too, helping Alice out.

Sadie quite liked Esme, she reminded her so much of her own mother. Alice was a very nice person, maybe occasionally hyper, but Sadie liked her. Bella didn't live in the house, so Sadie didn't get as many chances to talk to her as she did with everyone else. She lived with Edward somewhere else.

Edward was a bit scary, in Sadie's opinion. He never seemed surprised by anything, and sometimes it seemed like he would know what someone would say before they said it. Sadie had noticed his eyes follow her sometimes, and a few expressions would show on his face as he watched her. Sadie didn't know what to think about him. His father though, Carlisle, was so calm and rational. He was obviously the head of the family. Sadie could feel his strength, but in the way he seemed to care about her he reminded her of a father.

The rest of the family was difficult to describe. Emmett, however, could only be described as loud. Sadie had also noticed that he enjoyed making rather inappropriate comments to Edward and Bella, especially Bella. Jasper seemed nice enough, and Sadie always felt calm around him, yet he never approached her, as though he was afraid of her. Rosalie was, definitely, drop-dead gorgeous. Sadie had never seen anyone so beautiful in her entire life. Not even the actresses on TV could rival her. However, along with the looks of an incredibly famous model, she also had the attitude. It was obvious she knew she was so beautiful, and knew how to use her beauty. Sometimes it even seemed that she was disgusted at Sadie's obvious plainness. Sadie could almost feel her self-esteem plummet whenever Rosalie walked into the room.

But even with her awkwardness with some of the members of the Cullen family, Sadie was happy.

As Sadie entered the kitchen, Alice turned around.

"I've made you French toast," she said. "But I don't know if you want maple syrup or honey. Which one?"

Sadie's answer was interrupted by a knock on the door. A short while later Mark stepped into the room.

He sniffed and smiled.

"That smells good," he said.

Alice grinned as she placed a plate with a huge pile of toast in front of the boy. She placed another dish with four slices in front of Sadie.

"Eat up," she said.

Sadie looked confused. "Did you know that Mark was coming?" she asked Alice.

"Oh, yes," Alice said awkwardly, "a little birdie told me." Alice walked out of the room.

Sadie looked at Mark's plate. "Wow, that's a lot of food. Are you really that hungry?"

Mark licked his lips and said teasingly, "Well, I'm a growing boy."

Sadie laughed, "If you grow any more you're going to end up knocking holes in the ceiling!"

Mark did eat all the twenty pieces of French toast he had on his plate, along with two others Sadie couldn't.

"Come on," Mark said, "we'll be late."

Sadie grabbed her bag quickly and followed Mark into his car. They drove to school.

On the way there, Sadie took out her date-book. She had a terrible memory, and if she didn't write assignments or homework down she'd forget all about it.

She looked at the date, and gasped.

Mark parked the car and turned to her. Sadie seemed to be frozen.

"What's wrong, Sadie?" he asked.

Sadie didn't answer.

"Did we have a test today or something?"

Sadie shook her head slowly, and passed her finger over the date.

"Well, what is it?"

"It's my mom's birthday today," Sadie whispered. "She was so excited. She was going to throw a party, and she would have invited my whole family. It was going to be a great day. I guess now that I'm not there she would have canceled it."

Tears ran down Sadie's face. Mark hugged her awkwardly, then pulled her onto his lap so he could comfort her better.

"I was going to give her a sweater I'd bought a few weeks ago," Sadie sobbed. "I even wrapped it and everything."

Mark held Sadie as she cried.

"I just miss them so much," she said, her voice muffled in her hands.

"I know, Sadie, I know," Mark whispered comfortingly.

(A/N) I hope you enjoy that! Anyway, I just thought I'd include a chappie including all of Sadie's thoughts. They're important to know.

Catty: Why do I even keep reminding you to put the disclaimer? You should remember by now.

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight, or dreams, or cashmere sweaters.