Hi, my name is Mary. I was thirteen when it all happened.

It started out as a normal day. It was the first day of school, and I was kind of nervous. My mom and I moved around a lot, and we'd just moved to Sunny Springs a few months ago. Now, the summer was over, and I had to go to a new school.

I wondered if I was going to make any friends this year. Since we moved so much, I didn't have many friends. Sure, in the other schools some of the kids were nice to me, but I didn't want to become friends just so we would have to say goodbye as soon as we moved again.

This time, my mom said it would be our last time as long as nothing came up. I really didn't know why we moved so much, but I had a feeling it was something to do with Mom's job. You see, every time we moved she would look for a new job. She was never able to get anything high-paying, and I guess she always wanted to get a better one. Since it was just the two of us, we weren't super poor, but we could never afford super nice things. I didn't have very many toys when I was little, because the only time I got them was Christmas and sometimes on my birthday.

I was ready to go now, and gave my mom a hug. "Good luck, Mary," she said.

I smiled. "Thanks, Mom. I love you."

"I love you too," she said.

Then I rushed out the door so I wouldn't miss the bus. I looked back and saw her standing there waving. She had a smile on her face, but for some reason she looked a bit sad.

My mom and I don't have a lot in common, but we do love each other very much. I don't even look very much like her. Mom says I got my looks from Dad. She doesn't talk about Dad very much, and I don't know much about him other than I look like him. I have blonde hair and blue eyes while my mom has brown hair and eyes. We do have the same smile, though.

Sometimes I wonder about Dad. I don't even know why he doesn't live with us anymore. It could be that they got a divorce, but maybe they did love each other and an accident happened. Sometimes when Mom looks at me, though, she gets a sad look on her face, and I know she's thinking about him.

Anyways, I wasn't going to let that ruin my first day at school. I waved back at Mom from the bus window as it pulled off.

When I got to school, I went straight to my classroom. Luckily, the school was easy to get around, not like some other schools I have been to. I walked in and looked around. The teacher was sitting at her desk, and when she saw me she pointed to one of the desks. "You're Mary, right? There's your desk."

I nodded and went to sit down.

When all of the kids were there, I did all of the normal new kid stuff. Introducing myself in front of the class, and that sort of thing. There was another new girl too, so I didn't feel quite so awkward.

Class was pretty normal. Since it was the first day, it was mostly review and learning the school rules. The whole day was pretty normal, actually, right up until it was time to go.

I was walking to my bus when I looked over and saw some kids in the parking lot yelling. I was curious and went closer, and I realized that the kids were yelling at someone. I kept coming closer and realized what was going on. They were bullying somebody.

One of the kids had someone by the shirt and was shaking the person. "You'd better give me the money, stupid!" he yelled.

"It's the first day of school, give me a break! I already spent it anyways!" the person cried.

The bully glared. "You thought since the whole summer passed, I would forget that you're supposed to give me your lunch money."

I crossed my arms and walked forward. I'd seen enough. I had stood up to bullies before in my old schools, and I didn't care for them one bit. I don't understand why they bully people. Hurting someone is not fun.

"Hey, you guys stop that!" I yelled at them.

The bullies turned to me. "What are you going to do about it, pip-squeak? Hey stupid, I didn't know you had a sister."

The person who was being bullied said, "I don't."

"Then who's this?" the bully asked.

The person shrugged.

I took a step closer. "I don't know what you're on about, but I've stood up to bullies before and I'm not afraid to do it again."

Instead of coming closer to me, the bullies actually looked scared. I didn't know why.

"C'mon, let's get out of here," said one of the bullies.

"Yeah," said another.

They all ran off, and although I was quite confused by now, that didn't stop me from going over to talk to the person who they'd been bullying.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

The person nodded. "Yeah. Hey, thanks. My name's Emily, what's yours?"

"I'm Mary," I said. "So why were those guys bullying you?"

She shrugged. "They've been picking on me since the third grade. I don't know why, but they always force me to give them my lunch money. I was hoping they would have dropped it by now, but I guess..." She shrugged again.

She was wearing a hoodie, and she moved the hood slightly so she could see me better. "I've never seen them run so fast. How did you scare them away like that?"

I shrugged. "I'm not sure. I've never seen bullies do that before either. It's kind of weird."

Noticing my hair was in my face, I moved it away. Emily gasped. "What?" I asked. "Is there something wrong with my face?"

"No," she said in a funny voice. She took her hood off, and I could see what she looked like. Then I gasped.

"What is going on?" I asked, mostly to myself.

"I don't know," said Emily.

When she'd taken the hood off and I could see her face clearly, it was like looking into a mirror. We looked exactly the same!