"Alice get up, NOW!"
Groaning I rolled out of bed and onto the floor. Pulling myself army style across the floor I managed to get myself into the shower. Letting the warm water roll off my back I silently wondered why I had to get up. Then it hit me school. How much I hated being the new kid, but I guess when your Mom's a Marine, and a General you have no choice but to follow. Well I used to have a choice, he was called Dad. Dad stayed put and watched over me and Cynthia while Mom went about her Marine duties, but then he left leaving me and my sister no where else to go except with Mom. Since the sixth grade I have transferred at least 7 times because of Mom, and twice because of me. I don't think I've ever spent more than 6 months in one place it stinks. We had just moved back from Northern Canada, man it was cold. This weather is so warm compared to there. After my Mom almost broke the door down I got out and got dressed. Plain jeans today with a black tee with long white sleeves, my favorite black teeny runners and to complete the out fit a black hat with a purple Tinkerbelle stitched into it. I'm not Goth cuz I don't painted my face white or were that hideous black make-up, nor am I emo since I'm not depressed or cutting myself. I'm just me, a punk I guess is what it's called, I live how I choose and hate the world who hates me. Looking in the mirror I froze. Suddenly images began flashing across my eyes; I was dancing in a blue prom dress. Shaking my head I tried to clear the images. That was another thing about me, I can see the future. Corny I know but it's true. Sometimes when I least expect it I see stuff happening, then it comes true maybe not for a day or two but unless that person has a strong will power it will happen. Its so disturbing having these flashes, it makes me seem even more like a freak than I already am. Cynthia is the only one who know, there's just no way I'm telling my mom. She's military through and through, unless it comes with a yes ma'am or surprise attack, she doesn't believe in anything. Yeah its really great especially when it happens at dinner, so far I've been able to pass it off as zoning. All right enough dawdling in front of the mirror lets get the torture over with. Grabbing my backpack and a pop tart I slipped out the door before anyone could see. Sliding behind the wheel of my mom's Grand Pre I took off for school. It was not hard to find nor did it take long to get there, considering my need for speed has me practically driving 70 all the way. I Hope Mom doesn't find out, her new assignment is to be in charge of the police force here in what's it call, oh yeah Forks. In other words they're retiring her with out letting her know, genius isn't it make her feel she's still doing something for the Marines when she's not. My mom can be so lame. Parking I headed into the main office, the secretary looked up and almost fell out of her chair. Obviously I'm the first punk to come through Forks High in a while.
"My papers" I ask as sweetly as I can, man her face was so funny. She look like the devil was trying to seduce her. Finally she handed me a stack of papers, well more threw them at me, and I left. Glancing at my schedule then at my map I determined that my first class was English and in building 4. Heading over I stopped with my hand on the door handle. Flash I was sitting next to an empty seat, I was fascinated with it for some reason, then I was pinned against the wall with blood pouring down my throat, no wait it was disappearing as well as though some one was drinking it. Letting go of the handle I considered skipping the first day of school, but Mom was expected a detailed report from each teacher of what I did today to see if she need to get me in counseling now or later. Taking a deep breath I opened the door. The first thing I saw was a large poster with Romeo and Juliet on it. Ahh a Shakespeare fan this should be interesting. Then I saw the teacher, handing him the slip I breathed a little easier still no one trying to kill me that's a good sign.
"Mary Brandon?" The teacher asked politely.
"Actually I go by Alice" I replied cheerfully. The teacher Mr. Bronx I believe was his name quickly sat in his chair. He was another one whose not used to nice punks. This is going to be so much fun. I quickly covered my smirk and stared innocently at the teacher.
"Very well Alice, why don't you go sit in the back by Jasper Hale." Turning I saw an empty seat next to a boy with blond hair. Not bothering to look at his face I just sat down, then deja vu happened. I recognized this seat and the poster to my right, they were the ones from my vision. Breathing evenly I kept my gazed focused forward praying that if I didn't look at the guy beside me I won't find him fascinating. The kid, Jasper, seemed content to just ignore me as well. He also seem tense like he was holding something back. I shivered wondering if it was himself. His knuckles would have been white with the effort if they weren't already that pale. I took a chance and stole a glance at him, his face was distorted in pain and his black eyes looked ready to kill. If he didn't look so pained struck maybe he'd be gorgeous, BIG maybe. Flash the kid in front of me asking me out. With out a thought I banged my head against my desk several times, the teacher looked up but ignored me. That's one reason I went punk no one wants to deal with you. That is except this kid in front of me, and the kid that's going to be in my Chem. class, and the freshman I was supposed to sit with at lunch. Of course I'm not going to now, but how to avoid the other two. I banged my head a few more times on the desk before raising my hand.
"Yes Ma...Alice?"
"My I be excused I think I'm going to be sick." I covered my mouth right then and jerked my upper half forward like I was about to hurl.
"Yes please just leave no need to ask." Mr. Bronx quickly moved as far from me as possible, great we have a fainter here. I started to grab my book making another just about to hurl jerk.
"Leave your books Jasper will give them to you later. Just Go Please." Mr. Bronx's voice squeak slightly at the end. Running out the door I headed straight for the bathroom. Excellent so to get out of Bronx I just need to act like I'm hurling, I mentally stored that away before facing my new problem. How was I to get my books back when I don't want to face what could be my death. Ok that's a little over the edge I shouldn't assume that about people, but he was in the perfect spot for my vision and strangely enough the more cretin my life was the further I walked from English. Resting my head against the sink I waited for first to end. Then I headed to my next class. The rest of the day went by just fine no death vision and to make it better my books were waiting on my desk second. When the day ended I headed to my car. Shoot I have to go back and hand my slips in and pick up my reports. Grumbling I headed to the building, stepping in I didn't look anywhere except the secretary. Handing my stuff in I waited and grabbed my reports probably with a little more force than necessary and turned to leave. There standing in the door was Jasper Hale. How in the world did I know that? Well I guess his hair matched right or maybe it was the way I envisioned myself and everyone else in the office dieing. We stood and stared at each other for one full minute. I have to do something or he'll rip my head off.