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The night before we started school, it snowed. My siblings and I spent all day playing. Eventually, Emmett and Jasper started a snowball fight. Alice and Rosalie sat out and made snow angels. Rosalie was still chilly towards me, but she had gotten over most of her anger.

My brothers planned to ambush me, so I darted away from them. I led them on a wild chase around the forest before they gave up and let me alone. You're no fun, Emmett complained.

Grinning, I scaled an oak tree, where I would be able to see if my brothers decided to come after me again. Slowly I relaxed, and watched the tiny crystals fall to the ground. Each one was unique, a gem of perfection. They spun between the earth and sky before floating down. Starlight poured down on the scene, and the crescent shaped moon light the sky.

I could have sat there forever, simply watching the stars. It was so calm and peaceful. For hours and hours, I sat there. When I roused myself, I registered that dawn was not far off. When I searched for the minds of my family, I found that they had already gone inside. Shifting my weight, I leaped from the tree limb to the ground.

I was not quite ready to go inside yet. I walked through the forest, and felt at peace with myself. This calm would be shattered in a few hours' time, when I would leave for the noisy bustling of Forks High School. The humans would stare. Females would watch us, my brothers and me, as the males would stare at my sisters. Humans were like that.

If I had not seen the three small statues, I might have passed by the clearing without noticing it. I lifted my gaze, and my curiosity took over. I walked over, and soon my eyes were able to make out the inscription set in the stone. The first one read:

In loving memory of Renee Swan
Beloved wife and mother
You will be sorely missed
And our memories of you
We will cherish
In death may you find the eternal peace.

My gut clenched. I remembered Sophie telling us about the wife of Charles Swan. This was her grave. I glanced at the second grave, feeling sick. I already had a good guess about what I would see there. I was not wrong.

For Isabella Marie Swan
You burned too brightly for this world
A candle's flame
On a winter's night;
And now you have left us behind
In the darkness
May you rest in peace in the hands of the Father.

I swallowed hard. I felt sick. I knew whose grave the third stone held, and I had to force myself to look.

Charles Swan
A good man
Be at peace with yourself
And your family
In the kingdom of Heaven.

It was strange. I had never been affected like this, and it was not the first grave I had seen. Maybe it was because I knew the whole sad story of the Swan family. With surprise, I noticed that there was a bouquet of flowers, roses, next to each grave. I wondered who put them there, because they were only a week or so old. Who visited these graves?

I watched the simple stone graves for a few more minutes, before I turned my face away. As I had learned long ago, it did no good to dwell on death. It did no one any good at all to sit around and mope. That was one of the few things that I remembered my mother telling me. I touched the rough, weathered stone one last time, before heading back the way I had come. A small rustle made me turn around.

A little girl, only about ten years old, bustled into the clearing. She had red hair, and a long, solemn face. In her arms she carried three bouquets. There's one mystery solved, I thought wryly. And about a hundred more to replace it. Who is she, for one? I stepped back into the clearing silently. The girl gathered the old flowers, and replaced them with new ones. She arranged them with great care, before she turned and spotted me.

The girl started, and dropped the withered flowers. I leaned down to help her pick them up. Her thoughts came to me. He's beautiful. Just like she said. Oh no, I hope she's not angry with me for coming here. What if he calls Mom? She glanced up at me shyly, and I got a good look at her face. She had pale skin, and freckles to match her hair. Her cheeks were red with embarrassment, and her eyes were a startling green. At last she held the flowers in her arms, and she straightened up to look at me.

Her eyes widened a bit, but otherwise her face didn't change. At last, she spoke softly,"Please don't tell anyone you saw me. I'm sorry I went on your land." This had not been what I expected.

I waved away her apology. "It's alright. Why would I tell on you?"

Her cheeks reddened even more, and I became aware that I had not hunted in a while. "My mom says I shouldn't go out on your property. But I just wanted to put this weeks flowers on, I swear. I didn't touch anything, and-" Please don't let him tell Mom!

I held up a hand, laughing. "Don't worry. It's fine if that's all you wanted. You're welcome to. But, what's your name?"

She blushed again. "Ella Norris. I live down on the edge of Swan Estate." Prehaps she was Sophie's sister?

"Would you be Sophie's sister? Her name was Norris, too."

"Sister? Oh! Yeah, Sophie's my big sister." But her voice was uncertain. She was obviously lying. What's he..? OH! At this point, her thoughts became a confused snarl. How does he..Maybe she told them..No, she would have let me know…

She licked her lips. "I had better get going. I'll be late for school."

I grabbed her arm. "Wait! I wanted to see if you could tell me a little bit about Isabella Swan. She committed suicide, right?" I said.

"What? No, it was-" A tree shook, and a flurry of snow rained down on us. The girl's eyes caught on something behind my shoulder, and her eyes widened. I shouldn't. If she wants him to know, she'll tell him herself. "Sorry, no time. Maybe another day." She hurried off.

I pondered her incomplete sentence. "No, it was-" What was?