Good to be writing again. Though as I'm writing it occurs to me I won't be able to get it up for around two months 'cause I'm at my lake…. Heh. I was originally going to do this with Alice… but it was way too confusing, so you nice readers got to wait longer for this! Thanks for not me death threats to get another one up like SOMEONE (you know who you are) I think it's time for me to shut up now…

P.s if you can tell me two connections this chapter has to the movie/book (ex: quotes) you will get a special place in the fanfic! First two only... Sorry..

Disclaimer: I own nothing.. Except for … but you can have her if you want her.

Now let us start

Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe

"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!"

He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought -
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.

And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!

One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.

"And, has thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!'
He chortled in his joy.

`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

"BELLA, BELLA!" Screeched my mom. Her name is René. "BELLA WHERE ARE YOU" relaxed, isn't she? I marched over. "THERE YOU ARE, BELLA I WAS SO WORRIED." We were in a large courtyard for a society party; I had been hiding in the garden, with a book. "Bella it's time" she wanted me to dance, specifically with mike, a man my mother was trying to set me up with. "Mom, I suck"' i whined "No you don't, now get out there."

I clutched loosely onto mike's shoulder my feet dragging, trying not to trip I looked up. In the corner of the makeshift dance floor was I picture of a wolf. It reminded me of something my father-Charlie- had once said, about werewolves. I wondered what the physical consequences would be to turning into a wolf, maybe it would mess up one's growth or- "Bella? What's wrong? You seem… off today" Mike interrupted my thoughts

"O h! I was just thinking about the side effects of turning into a wolf" oops. That didn't come out right.

"Turning into a wolf? That's but of course that's impossible."

"Well, my father once said he sometimes believed 10 impossible things before breakfast"

"Your father, was a very strange man"

Isn't. Mike, Great.

As I took a step back I bumped into someone, stumbled forward, and face planted into the garden. Um… ow!

Mike sighed as he helped me up. We continued dancing and I tried to distract myself from the embarrassment eating its way through me In waves. I wondered briefly if a semi going 40 mph downhill would have hit with the same force… probably not

"Bella? Are you o.k.?"Asked mike

"Fine, I was just wondering about people and cars…"

"Why waste your time thinking about such useless things?"

Ouch. I couldn't think of a comeback. I just stood there and did nothing… until Mike interrupted my thoughts yet again.

"Meet me in the gazebo in half an hour sharp, don't be late. I will be waiting. Come, Miss. Fluffykinz"

I had just noticed his fluffy black "kitten" my mother had gotten him for Christmas( he had gushed like a small child) my mother had picked her up at the shelter. She had inch long yellow claws with patches of fur torn out in random shapes. It was missing an eye; the existing one was leaking was also missing its front legs, forcing the poor thing to walk with a wheeler. It was also the meanest cat I had ever met…. Ah well..

30 uneventful minutes and a spilled bowl of pudding later

I sat under the gazebo waiting, and wondering.

Mike got their 20 minutes later I was half asleep by then. Slowly, I dragged myself to my feet, and faced mike.

He got down on one knee. Dread filled my stomach. No no no

"Isabella Marie swan." No. ..no.

"Will you do me the honor" .. The dread grew bigger in my stomach.

"Of"

No

"Becoming"

No

"My"

NO!

"Wife".

My head was spinning..i ..

"I i…I need a moment." I stammered. And dashed off

That's when I saw it. A rabbit in a waist coat.

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