On a High Note (A Twilight Fan fiction)

Trip Down Memory Lane

AUTHORS NOTE: Before we began the next chapter I wanted to let Everyone know that Revers real name is Ailsa (pronounced Ale-sa). Also I rushed this chapter because I wanted to get something out for you guys and I was afraid my idea would slip away if I did get it out here right away. But here is the next chapter there will be a surprise at the end of the chapter for my readers!! So enjoy! Have fun traveling down memory lane!

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Ailsa... Ailsa... Ailsa.

The name set me on fire. It was like I was finally being pulled from the darkness into the light of truth and descending into a whirlwind of memories that I didn't even know I still had.

Ailsa at 5 years old

My little feet carried me as fast as I could go as I ran through the back yard over the plush green grass following the normal path towards the wishing well in our backyard.
Larger footsteps could be heard chasing after me, "When did you get faster than I little one?"

I chose to giggle in response and continued onward sprinting straight at the wishing well, my chubby fingers gripping the ancient stone as I pulled my self up to look into its well kept secrets.

"Woah... gotcha," my dad said as he held me in his arms.

My godfather (and dads best friend) appeared behind us shortly after, "Yah don't want to fall in there," he said. "Or the sea monster will get ya."

I gasped, "Seeee Monsta!" Then I tried to peer back into the well and get a better look at the so called monster of the watery depths.

A smooth tinkling laugh sounded behind us as my mom appeared, "Don't say that Alastair or she'll believe you. I got the coins." My mom and I strikingly looked a like. But my main focus was the shiny coins that were in the palm of her hand.

"Oh oh can we do it! Can we do it now! Can we flip them!" I yelled excitedly.

My dad gently sat me back down, took a coin from my mom and handed one to me, closing my hand around it gently.

"Remember what I told you Ailsa. Throw a head and it will show you ahead while throwing a tales will make you fail," my father said.

I nodded eagerly squeezing the coin in my hand before tossing it into the air. I watched as it flipped and flipped before landing on the ground with the softest of thuds. I knelt down and squealed in delight. "Look! Look! I did it! The coin landed on heads!"

"That's my girl now tell the well what you want, Alastair cheered.

My mom knelt beside me and put the coin in my hand wrapping me in a tight hug, "Go ahead Darling, the well is always listening."

I smiled after getting the nods of reassurance from my family before yelling, "I want...

But I was pulled away suddenly from the scene and yanked to another one and this time I observed my self at 10 years old.

Ailsa 10 years old

10 year old me was sitting on her bed shut in her room as the noise downstairs continued to grow louder. She stared at the door, her eyes downcast in sadness and her brows furrowed in concern.

"Mom and Dad are fighting again _______. I wonder what it's about." She stated clearly talking to someone. What's different about this memory is instead of actually being me I'm observing me. But what strikes me the most odd is that I'm not catching things that are said. I also don't know who she's talking to or who I'm talking to. I can't make them out like how a radio channel won't tune in to the right frequency. Suddenly I watch as I stand up from the bed and crack my door open slightly causing the yells from downstairs to escalate in pitch. 10 year old me immediately sneaks out the door and towards the stairs and I immediately follow. I watch as she crouches down onto the stairs and peers through the railings. She then turns around and shushes someone that I can't see and listens to what's happening downstairs.