CHAPTER 1
My name is Alice Brandon. I am an art major at a prestigious university, and this was my first week. So, I've gotten my associates degree at my local community college, and taken art classes there. Not like I would really call them "true" art classes. For most people they just took the classes as an elective credit thinking that it would be super easy to pass. And of course it was, hell I could have colored a page from a coloring book and the teacher would have given me an A+. Of course I received an A+ on everything because of my talent. I was going to school for performing arts. I have literally accomplished the form of most dances known to man. However, I find myself with more pleasure at visual arts than at performing. The reactions are totally different from observers, but that is okay with me. Sure I love the clapping and screaming after a dance recital, but just have someone smile at your art is exhilarating.
Anyway, my first day at a university level has been pretty boring. Sure all my classes are about visual arts, but there is only so much history I can handle at any given time, let alone 3 of my 4 classes revolving around historical crap. How the hell is that supposed to help me? Oh wait, I don't know! However, I was looking forward to my fourth class of the week. While three of my classes are twice a week, this fourth class is one day a week on Fridays for a three hour session. It does not revolve around history either. It is an actual hands-on class! Sure it is a "beginning" class, but hopefully everyone there is actually looking into art as a career and not just taking the class to take it.
My roommate Rosalie is my best friend. She's majoring in fashion design, which is totally her thing. I can sure as hell pull a sexy outfit off the shelves and make it look good on someone, but Rosalie can actually visualize that outfit way and I mean way before they even get close to hitting the racks. She is also married to my twin brother, Emmett, the most annoying person in my whole life. Of course, the two of them have always been close, since as children Rosalie was always over at my house. In high school Emmett was the star of the football team and Rosalie, the cheer captain, he decided to do something about the major crush he had on her since forever. They started dating and that was it. They married two months ago. Rosalie decided to pursue her career, while Emmett took his football career to the next level. Thank god I don't have to deal with those two lovebirds all the time.
I jumped at Rosalie screaming, "Alice! Emmett is coming here for the weekend!"
From the bathroom I called, "Rose, I don't give a shit right now, I have class in twenty minutes and I don't want to be late. And now I apparently have to find somewhere else to spend the night because I would rather not hear my brother humping you all night."
"Alice! It isn't humping! It's having sex!"
"Rose, I don't give a flying fuck what it is, I don't want to hear it for hours on end!" I grabbed my purse and ran out the door, "Be safe tonight, I might not come home. Love you!"
"Fine," I heard as the door slammed shut.