This is the final post before I take a week off for vacation! I wanted to finish her early life postings before so I could focus on the upcoming events with the Cullens. When I'm back, the chapters should be longer and a little more fleshed out. These have been small snap shots in her life.

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Ellie T.

October 31, 2001.

Today is my thirteenth birthday. On a day that brought much light and joy to my passed birthdays, this one is striking a little harder. It had taken me this long to finish my family history of my past life. Three journals filled to the brim of my parents, three brothers, and two sisters. Every birthday memory I could recall, every holiday, every fight, and every hug now lay within these pages. I had written what I remembered of my parents' stories of how they met, how they dated, and their memories of their childhood.

I had asked Papa if I could stay home from school today. I feigned period cramps and that was more than enough for Papa to let me stay home. Oh, bless his heart, my sweet Papa.

I was dressed in the only black dress I had, a black coat, shoes, and stockings. Grabbing my bag, I headed to the back yard while it was bright and early. Reaching in to my duffel bag, I grabbed one of the many glow-sticks I had asked Papa to buy for my birthday. Cracking one, I placed it in a tree on my path. I continued to reach in, crack a glow stick, and place it on a tree a few feet from the last; my bread crumbs so I wouldn't get lost. This route I had planned for many months now, becoming familiar with it.

The forest went for miles, but I only walked about 20 minutes in before I made it to my spot.

There was a large outcrop of boulders. I placed glow-sticks on a pile of rocks I set up. I rolled out a sleeping bag, some blankets, and a small lunch box. Retrieving picture frames of pictures I had painted of each family member, I set them in order by the pile of rocks with glow-sticks. After taking a moment to eat my sandwich and chips, I faced my family.

"I love you guys so much. I would have loved to see you guys grow up, get married if you wanted, have kids if you wanted. I think I would've been a pretty cool aunt," I tearfully joked to my siblings. "Mom, Dad," I started, but a sob broke through. "I'm... I'm so sorry you had to deal with my death like that. I... I can't even imagine how much it must hurt to have... to have held me..." I held myself tightly, reliving the night of my death. Looking back at my mom and dad. "I hope you know I'm okay. I hope you know I'm happy here, too." The ache in my heart soared as I wept for my family. Feeling a sudden sting, I looked to see that I had held myself so tightly my nails had pierced my skin.

After my sobs subsided, and my tears were wiped clean, I pulled out the little shovel I had brought and began to dig. When I had a deep enough hole, I wrapped each frame in a cloth and placed them in the makeshift grave. Starting with my parents and placing my siblings' portraits one after another. When I had replaced the dirt, I stuck an epitaph into the spot. I had painted onto one of the larger rocks with weather-proof paint.

In remembrance of the Del Bosques. They were a loving family forever lost.

Lorenzo, Theresa, Monica, Mateo, Maria, Miguel, and Manolo.

I pulled out a locket I had gotten for my birthday and opened it. Inside was a tiny list of their names. On the opposite side was a picture of Papa and Bells. Clipping it closed, kissing it, and holding it to my heart, I felt a weight lifted from me. I would not forget them. I would hold them in my hearts forever, but I would live not as Malori Elizabeth Del Bosque, but as Malori Elizabeth Swan. I was Charlie Swan's daughter with Isabella Maria as my older sister.

And I would live.