So this is my first ever story, like ever. It's a Bella/Alice story and I hope that I'm going to be able to nurture this into something good. Feel free to review but no flames please.
I dislike Summer. The sun was always too bright, the air too hot, never a breeze to cool down the blistering days. It was a shame, as a child, I had adored the summer and would spend hours outside, enjoying the weather until it was time to go back to school. As I grew older however, the summer held less enjoyment to me. It began to represent everything I had lost and instead of being something to play under, it just reminded me of the childhood I would never get back. It hurt. I'd always thought the British summer was non existent – at least, that's what I'd been told back in home in Florida, but it turns out that the heat here was almost as oppressive as the summer I was used to. Since moving in with my Nana, I'd taken to taking long walks in the afternoon, to escape the house that held so many memories of the childhood I'd been trying to forget. Unfortunately, when I'd moved to Brighton, it had been at the very beginning of the summer holidays for the British schools and so I was forced to spend almost six weeks alone, with only Nana Swan to keep me company. My brother, Jacob, was in studying at UDUB back home in the States, so I saw next to nothing of him, making me feel even lonelier. There was only three small comforts I had in my life at that moment. One, was music, music that I'd drowned myself in since being forced to move; the second was the small collection of sharp objects that I kept in a small box under my bed. And the third? The third was something completely unexpected but something that overall, gave me the most comfort and that was the small, dark haired girl that would sit on the bench opposite me when I sat at "The Island"
