Cassie's POV

"Dinner's ready!" Emily calls.

"Ooh, what're we having?" Paul asks, sticking his finger in it. He makes a disgusted face and announces loudly that Emily has "lost her touch." Emily hits him with the wooden spoon and tells him that he's just tasted the jar of fat that was taken off the chicken.

"I love chicken!" Maggie announces.

I can't help but feel weird (again) that Maggie is older than me. When I had died I had been twenty. I had stayed that way, and come back to life at twenty. But Maggie had been aging that whole time, and she was now twenty four.

It was a little hard find out what hospital Maggie was at, but once I did it was easy to get her out. She didn't tell the doctors of course, but she remembered what she did for me.

Apparently, the entire time I'd been dead, Maggie, had been convinced she'd murdered me. That's all she would ever say, though sometimes she mutter something about revenge. Then, when I'd forgiver her, she'd simply broken out of her trance. She was back to normal.

When I showed up, telling the doctors I'd take her home, they were more than happy to release the newly sane Maggie to me.

They were a little surprised when I told them who I was. Luckily, they only knew that Maggie thought she'd murdered me, not that I'd actually died, so it didn't take much to convince them.

"Hey guys," Sam says. "I was looking around on the internet the other day, and I found this." he shows us a printed newspaper article about…my death!

"Let me see it!" Embry, Maggie, and I say all at the same time. Sam thinks about it, then hands it to Maggie.

"Everyone listen up!" I say, though it's unnecessary, because I already have their full attention.

"The headline is: A Closed Case. Or Not."

"Last month, Cassandra McMullan, aged twenty, drowned at First Beach. Miss McMullan was apparently going to meet her alleged fiancé, Andrew Celtic. Her sister, Margaret McMullen, when asked for further information, screamed that she had murdered her sister and burst into tears. Margaret is now a patient in the psychiatric ward at Seattle Grace Hospital. Cassandra's body was never found. When found in Seattle, Andrew Celtic denied that he had any intention of marrying Cassandra, and was, in fact, engaged to Mary Harrison. Some say this is a simple case of a girl desperate for love. Others say her sister somehow brought on her death. This reporter thinks there's more to the story. More later."

Everyone was silent, looking at everyone else. Then, at the same time, we all started laughing. "That asshole!" I screamed in between giggles. Saying I was never engaged to him! The nerve of that idiot! I died for him!

"What did the next article he wrote about us say?" Maggie asks, grinning.

"Nothing," Sam answered. "He got fired the next day!"

After that, Emily announced that dinner was served, and we all argued about seating. Everyone wanted to sit next to their imprint. Seth laughed at us all.

"Glad I'm single," he said, having already chosen a seat.

"You won't be able to say that for long," Sam said.

Seth snorted. "I'm not gonna imprint."

"Ya know," I told him. "When I said that, I met this really strange girl on the beach."

We all laughed. Then Seth said, "Well yeah, but I think I have the common sense not to imprint on a zombie!"

Everyone laughed but me. Seth went pale as he stammered to apologize. "Cass-I didn't mean-what I-don't be-"

I walked over the counter and grabbed the wooden spoon. Then, grinning, I smacked him with it.

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Okay, that's the story! Some of you may think it's a little weird, but I like it! If you like it, let me know and I may write a sequel!