Chapter type, introduction, no dialogue.

Disclaimer: This is a work of fan fiction using the world that was personally written by Stefinie Meyer wrote in the Twilight series. I take no credit for characters she has specifically designed and only responsible for my OC Alecia and Lizzie. As each chapter progresses I will keep on adding to the list of characters that are mine and only mine of imagination. If this fan fiction is used without permission by me I have the right to either sue, or call faulty.

Date published: Sat, March 8, 2014

Word count for this chapter: 1,115


Hair: Brown, short with two longer locks at the front and blond inside highlights

Name: Alecia .S. Canterbury

Eyes: Blue, wide

Face shape: round cute yet not with fat

Popularity status: High

Personality: Kind, nice, childish, fun

Nicknames: Ally, Allycat, Kid, Catypurry, Kitty, Kit, Cat etc.

Past: Parents and brother died in a car accident, she got away with a large cut on her leg

Housing: Living alone illegally in a small house with two bedrooms and one bathroom


So, technically, I wasn't expecting to be the class clown. I didn't know that apparently I was funny and not just cute and childlike, but once I did, I enjoyed it. Me being short (5'5) for my fifteen years and not just that, but having been two years younger than everyone else at LaPush High because I had been enrolled early and skipped a grade, was given the nickname kid. Soon it translated over to 'kitty'. I really didn't mind, I thrived in the extra attention the classes gave me, the soft pats on the head by my friends, which to be honest, was everyone.

I was everywhere and nowhere hanging out with the goth kids and then shopping later with the preps. I kind of just slipped through the cracks. People noticed of course but didn't seem to mind, they liked me too, purely because I didn't follow the unspoken rules or because they liked my personality, I couldn't tell. I had a 'family' at school to make up for the nonexistent one at home, I had my 'mom' Lizzie who was a really tall fluffy nice seventeen year old who I could run up to, jump, and give her a hug. I had a daddy, Jacob, who was even taller than Lizzie and he had to pick me up if we hugged. Once one of the kids asked me that if Lizzie was my Mommy and Jacob was my Daddy then they had to be together. I proclaimed very loudly that that was nasty and called him a pervert. Of course I apologized later but I just wanted to make myself clear and that I wasn't playing match maker or anything.

Everyone besides Mommy and Daddy were my big brother or sister, so I had a whole network of people that loved me. It was one of the most magical ideas I had ever had. But, sometimes I still awoke screaming, or felt so lonely as I ate by myself at the three chaired table at home. I had...darker reasons of doing this. Creating a family, an army of people who loved me. I... was untouchable. The guys weren't interested in a person who was so immature, even though I was far from ugly. I have been told that I was pretty, cute, and adorable many times. With my short brown and blonde hair that barely scraped my shoulders, and my big, wide blue eyes, I was cute. And sometimes it aggravated me, no one noticed my perfect hourglass figure with a flat waist and C-cups, wide yet not too much hips that sometimes you see in teen magazines. Without the round yet not fat childlike face I had, I could be considered sexy I suppose. And I know, I know, I should be grateful yada yada blah blah and I am! I love being a kid! It's so exciting, people expect less intelligence from you and yet I can blow their mind if I want to. I have an extensive vocabulary and what's better, I love to think. I tend to over do it though, sometime I just sit there thinking about thinking or about the fact that we are all going to die some day, and that thirty years from now, to the people I know now I will be nothing more than a fond memory. These thoughts don't bother me, no, instead they keep me alive, or else I would completely die of boredom.

The only person I don't talk to much was Seth Clearwater. The last time I did was about two months ago and scince then, my has that boy sprouted up like a weed. While he was tall before, he must have grown at least a foot and the muscles... wow... sometime I stare a little bit... It's quite embarrassing to be honest. I have never been shy, on the contrary I was very outspoken, but every time I see him I have to fight the irrational urge to hide behind something. It was a well known fact to me that I had a HUMONGOUS crush on Seth yet I couldn't do diddly-squat about it. He was so HAPPY all the time and so cute! I suppose this could be a valid description of me and I heard that his father died of a heart attach a while back so, sadly, we are slightly similar on that front as well.

My family died in a car accident almost a full year ago. I... for a long time... had nowhere to go. But then there was a small abandoned house close to the woods. I paid under my mother's name and no one bothered to check. I guess I should count my blessings. The place was small with only two bedrooms and one bathroom, but just perfect for a single refugee like me. I don't understand why I haven't been caught yet, good luck? Anyways, I cleaned the place up even though oddly it wasn't that gross in the first place, I managed to snatch a job that didn't do background checks and got a very very decent middle wage pay. I can buy cute clothes, have fun, and pay the bills. I skip breakfast though for money and for weight loss.

I've been through a lot but yet I manage, I love my life. I love being normal with a lot of people to love me.

My name, is Alecia, Alecia Canterbury.