Prologue
"Bella!" Renee called.
"Yeah?" I replied. Stupid parties. Alice had dressed me up in a mid-thigh dress with a v-neck and sequins all over it. I hate that kind of thing!! I hated fashion in general! And now Alice was making me wear this! How worse does it get?! (Tee hee, little does Bella know…)
"We're leaving now!"
"Okay!" I called back to Renee. Then I knocked on my bathroom door. "Alice, time to go!"
"'Kay! Coming."
Just then the door opened, and my best friend with pixie-like hair came out, also in a tiny shirt of a dress. Wow. Barely covered her butt. Alice really out-did herself, and not in a good way. How was she going to sit down?!
"Rosalie!"
"I'm going!"
A few minutes later, the door opened to show Rosalie in just as much covered of a dress—no, shirt—as Alice. She looked like a pure goddess! Her dress had a Grecian drapes kind of effect coming down from the middle to the sides, accentuating even more her perfect curves, as well as being a silk of some kind, showing off even more the fact that Rosalie was already perfect in body and face, and hair. My self-esteem steamed towards the floor just to be in the same area as her.
Of course she would have a man like Emmett McCarty. I didn't like like him, but he's really sweet and brawny. Like my older brother I never had. He was exactly her 'type.' And Alice, Alice had Jasper. He was sweet, always had sympathy for people, and was completely and utterly nice. All Alice's 'type.'
"Come, madams, the party's awaiting our arrival," I said, in a British accent.
Alice giggled and stepped out the door. But I knew something was up. Just like she has guesses about things, her guess was always right. But played along, or tried to. I'm a horrible liar.
In the car, we turned up the radio and sang along while Renee drove us toward the party. I can't believe my mom would let me wear this! Why couldn't Renee be a mom for once and tell me I couldn't wear it?!
But just then, I saw headlights flash right in front of me.
I was going to be dead!
A/N: Of course, she's not going to, she just thinks she will. (Die, I mean.) Second story, so we'll see where I go with this…but REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!