I DON'T OWN TWILIGHT AND I PROBABLY NEVER WILL :( I OWN RYAN THOUGH
Sitting in my room after a fight with my mother; I wished to god that there was someone out there that would love me for me. A mother and father that would be a mother and father and not expecting me to take care of them. I was sleepy, and not because I haven't had any sleep it's because of the emotional drain.
Just as I rolled over to sleep there was a knock on my window. My curiosity overtook my fright and I pulled back the curtain, there was a very beautiful girl that looked about my age. She was shorter than me and had short black hair spiked in all different directions.
"If you're done staring put these on and come with me." She demanded and threw a backpack at me.
"Who are you." I asked.
"Ryan; my name's Alice, it's a long story, but I am here to help." She replied in one breath.
"What do you mean?" I asked. In the back of my head, my conscience was screaming go with her.
"I know that you're having a hard time with your mother, and you think it'll get better but it won't. I'm sorry to be so harsh. I'm here to bring you to my family." Alice explained, patience clearly running thin.
"Really?" I asked, doubtful.
"REALLY! Now get those on and let's go." She replied.
Alice pulled out an iPhone and called someone, she was talking too low for me to hear her. I opened the backpack and there was a black tee shirt, black track pants without elastic ankles, a Nike jacket (picture on profile) and a pair of black Nike shox. By the time I was dressed Alice was off the phone.
"You look good; now let's go." Alice complimented.
I made my way to my bedroom door to leave but Alice said the window would be better.
"I have to jump out the window?" I asked, panic evident.
"Yes, you'll do fine, just jump." She replied calmly.
"Okay. If you say so." I said and I jumped out my window into my new life.