*A/N: I hope you like it guys. This is my first story so please go easy on me.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of Twilight. I only own a really big pile of homework and study that i should be doing instead.
As I watched the waves crashing towards the shoreline from my perch atop the grass covered dunes, I noticed a figure walking towards me from the other side of the beach. From what I could make out it was a little boy dressed in red overalls.
He had bronze hair that stuck out in all directions and the most piercing green eyes that stood out against his pale skin. As I watched the boy come closer towards me, I felt an instant pull to him, as if I was a fish caught on a line and he was the fisherman reeling me in to the shore.
As he walked over to where I was sitting on the sand dune, something felt off. His smile somehow didn't meet his eyes and when he reached towards me with his small chubby hands his mouth opened and he quietly murmured, pleading with his eyes "Please help me".
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"Come on Bella! Get up!" A voice near my head said to me.
I knew who the owner of that voice was, and I knew from past experiences that if I didn't get up soon, I would regret it in the long run. I hoped that she would just give up and leave me alone. Somehow I knew my hopes were in vain.
"No. Leave me alone. Give me 5 more minutes." I replied groggily and turned over to the other side of the bed, pulling my pillow over my head in the process.
"Bella, I swear to God, if you don't get up now I will be forced to do something drastic. How about we dye those precious Converse High Tops of yours a really nice shade of purple?" The voice snapped back from near the window.
I sat up then, taking my time getting out of the bed and revelling in the fact that the longer I took the more frustrated Alice would get. Don't get me wrong, I loved my cousin. But when she insisted to wake me up two hours earlier on my first day at my new school in Forks just so she could make me look good wasn't my idea of a good morning.
"You wouldn't dare!" I growled inching closer to the pixie who knew how to push my buttons.
"Yay! You're up. Now hurry up and get into the shower, we have alot of work to do if you want to impress all the guys today." Exclaimed Alice jumping up and down on the spot
"But Alice, I don't WANT to impress any of the guys. I just want to go and survive high school". I whined, putting on my best pouty face. This time, it didn't seem to work.
"Don't give me that face Bella." She scolded, sounding like a teacher who just found out that one of her students had eaten all the glue at craft time, "I put effort into making myself look good and I'm going to make sure that you do too. Now get into the shower before I choose an outfit for you to wear that is so revealing you'll wish you had listened to me in the first place."
I stared at her in horror and quickly scampered out of the room and into the bathroom. I knew full well she would do exactly what she had threatened to do. I would never put it past Alice.
It wasn't that I thought I was ugly. I had quite nice features. It's just I really wasn't into shopping and makeup all that much. It never really appealed to me. Even when I was younger, and my mum Renee would take me on holidays with her sister Liza and Alice, Alice would always be talking about shopping and makeup. I would play with her and let her give me a makeover, but I never went crazy every time I saw a dress like Alice ALWAYS did.
Alice is stunning even without the fancy clothes and makeup. She has short black spiky hair which she manages to style so it sticks out in exactly the right places. She is also quite short in height as well but she definitely makes up for it with her exuberance and cheerful mood. No matter what, she's always planning something and it almost always manages to go exactly the way she predicted. She seems to have a sort of sixth sense.
As I dried my long brown hair, I thought about how lucky I was to be with people I loved. After Renee died three months ago from Leukaemia, I was afraid I would be put into the foster system because of the fact I wasn't eighteen yet. My mother hadn't kept in contact with Liza after a family fight when I was ten, sending me down by myself every summer to stay with the Brandon's to keep Alice company because like me, she was an only child. And since my father died when I was seven, I wasn't sure if I would be left in the care of complete strangers.
Thankfully though, as scatter brained as my mother was, she knew that the best home I could have after she died was with the Brandon's. Which brought me here, in my bathroom, scared to step out into the hallway, for fear of being assaulted by my pixie-like cousin.
I liked to keep her happy though, and knew I would give in and let her make me over. I didn't want to ride to school with a grumpy Alice.
As I was about to step out of the bathroom, I hoped people wouldn't stare like they had in Phoenix. People don't know how to react when they find out you're an orphan and I didn't want to be isolated as a freak.
For some reason, I wanted Forks to be different.
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