ok, hi! this is my first fanfic that ive ever posted, and quite honestly, the other were crap, so you can thank me for that ;) i kinda got ideas from a few books ive read and even from some fanfics, so pretty much the only thing that makes this Twilight is the characters and places and stuff.

and, as much as i wish i did own Jasper, i sadly do not own hm or anyother Twilight Characters, though wouldn't that be awesome?

Chapter 1

Alice Brandon was had had a rough few months. Her parents and younger sister had all died in a car accident as they were heading home from Stop and Shop one night. They were at the light right before their apartment when a drunk driver ran the red light, slamming right into the side of their car. Alice's family had died on impact, but somehow, the other driver made it out alive. When the police called Alice and told her, she had fallen to the carpet and sobbed for days. Then, when she went to the police to see where she would live, her parents had left in their wills to have her live with the Webbers, their long time friends.

So, now, here she was, trying to pack all her belongings into a few bags, preparing to move across the country to Forks, Washington. She would be expected to act like a regular 17 year old and go to a new high school and everything. The only upside she could find was that the family she would be living with had a girl who was also 17, Angela.

As Alice packed her bags, she looked through all the stuff she'd be leaving behind. Her collection of fashion magazines she started when she was 8, most of her pictures, many outfits, and, of course, her friends would all stay in Manhattan, while she was rained on in Forks. As she put the last item in the last bag she owned, she began to cry. She would miss the last thing she had that was normal, her friends. They had thrown her a huge 'Going-Away Party' but remembering that only made her sadder. That was the last time she would see her friends for a very, very long time.

A few weeks later….

I was awoken by the sound of my airplane landing. My flight had taken forever. First, I had gotten up at 5 am to get on my plane at 6, only to find it had left early so I had to wait for the next plane to come in at 7 am. Once I got on that plane, there was a layover 1 hour in Chicago, and then another plane took me to Seattle. I got off the plane and headed for the nearest Dunkin Donuts. As I walked around, all I could find was Starbucks. Finally, I found a guy walking around with a Styrofoam coffee cup with the familiar pink and orange letters.

"Excuse me sir," I said, "can you tell me where Dunkin Donuts is?"

"Rite around that corner" he told me, pointing towards yet another Starbucks.

I nodded to him in thanks, and headed toward the corner thinking that I'd die if I didn't get caffeine in my system soon.

I walked out of that Dunkin Donuts with 2 large coffees, I was sure that would be enough caffeine to keep my little body of only 4' 10'' awake through the 3 ½ hour taxi drive I would soon begin.

I looked out the window as my surroundings flew by. I took out my I pod and book from my purse. I put her music on shuffle, amused at the variety and opened up my latest addiction, the Immortals series. Before I knew it, I was in Forks, and arriving at the Webber's house. I unloaded my bags and headed to the front door. Angela opened the door and showed me to our room. It was huge. It had two full sized beds, one with a bright blue theme and the other with a bright orange. The walls were a pale lilac, with pictures of her friends hanging randomly on them. The floor was hardwood, but had multiple throw rugs the exact color of the comforters scattered over it. There were two small desks by the windows, one covered in blue things, the other orange. My jaw dropped to the floor.

"Do you like it?" Angela asked me, my mouth still open.

"No, I love it! It's so perfect! The colors, the setup, the pictures, its amazing!" I said as I looked around it.

"Great! We just redid the whole house, your so lucky you never saw it before, anyway, blue and orange are my favorite colors, so it doesn't matter to me which stuff you choose."

"How about, I have the orange bed, and the blue desk and you get the blue bed and the orange desk?" I still could not believe this room!

"Alright, and if you think this is great, you should see the closet!"

So, we stayed up till 3 in the morning putting all my stuff away and showing each other some of our coolest stuff. Then when we were lying on Angela's bed, we were out before we could get talking.

I dreamt about my little sister Cynthia, and how she had spent all her spare time in the attic, writing her poems and eating Sour Patch Kids. I used to climb up to the top of the apple tree so that I could watch her when she wrote. It was so interesting because she'd just sit there in her beanbag chair, chewing on her candy and scribbling down words into her notebook. I don't understand why this interested me, or even why I would dream about it, maybe I just really missed her. As obnoxious as she was, she was still my favorite person to be around, or, at least she was.

awww, poor Alice! but, at least she got that awesome room!!!

and yea, i put a shout out to another great book in there, Evermore and Blue Moon...READ THEM!!!! (i dont own those either)

let me know what you peoplez think of my story, im always open for suggestions, but the 2nd chapter is almost done, so keep an eye out for it!!

:)luv yaz!

~Otherwise Known As Alice