A/N: THIS CHAPTER IS JUST TO GIVE BACKGROUND ON THE CHARACTERS.
DISCLAIMER: UNFORTUNATELY, I OWN NOTHING OF TWILIGHT. THE PLOT AND CHARACTERS ALL BELONG TO STEPHANIE.
History
Mary Alice was born in the year 1901. She had thin, long black hair. She was fair skinned. She was tiny even for her age. Her younger sister Cynthia was a year and a half younger than her. They looked exactly the same, exepct the eye color, Cynthia's were brown and Mary's were an odd shade of blue.
Her eyes were grayish blue. A lot of people thought it was weird. None of her parents had that color. Both of them had blue eyes. Her eyes were considered an anomaly because of it. Most people had brown or blue eyes. Occasionally green or hazel.
But never grey.
She never let that get her down though. She was a very happy child. Never too sad for long. She helped her little sister with her "owies" when she fell down. She was a very hyper child. She always looked on the brighter side of things. She always looked at life like the glass was half full, rather than half empty. She was friends with everyone. All the kids in her class like her.
She loved to play dress up with Cynthia. And occasionally would watch her mom sketch dresses on a piece of paper. She tried to do it too, but hers weren't as good. She loved the idea of getting all dolled up just to go out. She loved to look "pretty". She would often ask her mother if she could dress herself. And when she did, she always looked great.
In the early 1900's, the United States was more civilized. Automobiles were barely coming out. Segregation was around, especially in the South. Life may have seemed different and more civilized than their ancestors, but people still shunned people if they weren't what society thought of as "normal". Society tried to mold you into what they saw fit.
It was even worse if you thought you had a sixth sense of the world. Like being able to move things without touching them and knowing what a persons thinking. Thinking that there aliens in outer space and other creatures out there like werewolves and vampires. Seeing ghosts and being able to talk to them and worst of all thinking you can see the future.
It was easy if you didn't say anything to anyone and just thought you were crazy. But it was worse if you actually told someone. Even if you thought nothing of it. They would think you crazy and have you admitted in the nearst Insane Asylum. And it would be absolutely horrible if that person that was "crazy" was a young girl and didn't know any better and thought by confiding in her mother would be best. How wrong she would be.
For someone as kind-hearted and sweet as Mary Alice, she'd learn that the world is cruel and isn't always so hopeful as she thought it was.
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