Why must the sun shine? I mean come on. It can shine, but not through my window at six a.m. causing me to wake up. I don't want to get up today. It's a Saturday and I have nothing better to do. I gave up on watching cartoons. There's no use anymore, they're not the same ones I used to love.

I am not your average 16 year old girl. No, your average 16 year old girl has not been alive for 87 years.

"Maggie?" a kind voice asked.

"I'm in here, Lea." I called from my room. Lea walked into my room, red hair flowing as she swayed. Her topaz eyes sparkled as the sun hit them. Lea was one of us. She was part of our kind who would be damned to this earth for as long as it existed.

"Breakfast is getting cold," she stated.

"Breakfast? It's six o'clock in the morning," I frowned. Who wakes up at six to make breakfast?

"You should get up. I heard we'll be having some…visitors," she said, whispering the last word. I groaned.

"So soon? They came last month! I thought we agreed on six month intervals. Didn't we?" I spoke quickly. I felt very strongly about the subject. The only reason we moved out here is for some privacy.

"Yes, six months and birthdays," Lea said. I arched an eyebrow.

"Birthdays? Whose birthday is it? It's not Joey's is it?" It couldn't be. He'd just turned nine in April; it was September. "September! It's….it's my birthday?"

"Yes, Maggie. Tomorrow." I was shocked. I couldn't believe I had forgotten my own birthday. "Anyway," she continued "Like I said, breakfast is getting cold. You should get it while it's good." She winked and left the room.

I ate breakfast miserably while I thought of my birthday. This meant I would be 88 years old. How had time passed so fast? And besides, I hate when it's my birthday. I always seem to be the center of attention and people give my hugs and kisses and presents. It seems odd, but I don't like receiving presents. It's just too awkward and I never know what to say. Thanks? You shouldn't have? This is exactly what I wanted? I am one of those girls who are best put backstage rather than being the star of the show.

"Good morning, Maggie" Joey greeted, interrupting my thoughts. Joey, unlike Lea, was related to me. He's two years younger than me. He too is one of us. "Lea told me who's coming. How long do you think they'll stay this time?"

"I don't know. A birthday, they usually stay for about… 2 weeks." I said with a despairing look. I glanced at Joey. He looked troubled. I was grieve-stricken. I don't like when my little brother is sad. I feel like Joey is the achiever and I was just put on this planet to protect him, to be his sidekick. It brought me pain to see him with such a low-spirited face when he was usually so upbeat.

At that moment the doorbell rang. I tried to swallow but my mouth was dry. My breath hooked onto my throat. Why did they have to come here? Why a week early?

Lea, the eldest of us, rose from her seat to answer the door. Joey and I followed, standing right behind her. She gulped before she opened door which was surprising. Lea didn't get as nervous as Joey and I did. She didn't get nervous at all. She swung it open to reveal our guests.

"Hello!" they shouted at us in unison. They were so happy-looking, it frightened me. This time when I tried to swallow it worked.

I cleared my throat to say hello to my parents.