This is my first ever fanfiction i hope you like it. Please review it, because i really want to know what people think

Uuuuum, I really don't know how to start this diary thing. It should probably be something like dear diary. No, uum, my dearest kitty. That was what Anne Frank said in hers, but with me it just sounds stupid. Ok, I've got it.

Hi, I'm Alice. About two months ago I moved to Forks, Washington from my beautiful hometown of Brighton in England. I hate it here. I thought that because my dad is happy, i would be too, but its just shit.. Everyone is so American, and i really don't fit in, with my agyness deyn inspired crop (aka, really really short), and to be fair, pretty bad dress sense. I think its even worse for my little brother Edward, because he's a right weirdo, and Esme's kids are all insanely attractive and clever and popular. Its so awful for us two, having to compete with them. I miss my Nana, and i miss england.

Dad's American, but mum was English, and i think thats why i miss it there so much. It feels like we're leaving her behind.

Esme is the woman that mine and Edwards father Carlisle married in june. Our mother died in 2001, and we'd been on our own ever since. That was the way we liked it, just us three, living by the sea, with our grandma eve a few doors down. Then, last November, dad met Esme, at a medical conference in New York, and apparently they 'hit it off straight away'. They'd only seen each other three times before they decided to tie the knot. Esme is ok, but she came with three kids: Emmett, Jasper and Rosalie, who were all blonde, all beautiful, and all American high school jocks. In essence, the polar opposite of me and Edward.

There are only three things that i like about this place; the weather was miserable, like back home; we live about a mile from the beach, and unlike the beach back home, it has sand, instead of pebbles; and I get to drive! Thats really strange, because i'm only 16. Carlisle even got me my own car. It's really strange, being able to drive. Most days i go to the beach just to be on my own. That beats being stuck indoors with all of my new and improved family for company.

A lot of the times I've been to the beach, it was empty. Thats the way i liked it, i could just sit on a rock and listen to the waves lapping at the shore. Sometimes i take a book, either a classic one like Pride and Prejudice or Wuthering Heights, or a crime novel. Other times i listen to my ipod and watch the clouds. Sometimes, though, there are other people there. Mostly its just parents out for a day at the beach with their kids, but a couple of times I've seen a gang of native American boys.

They seem about my age, maybe a little bit older. They jump off the hight cliffs right out on the point, and then swim in to shore... its crazy, but so good to watch. They're all really muscled as well, i cant help but stare at them. Sometimes i think they see me stare, and then show off even more, which really makes me blush. Theres one that does it a lot, and i always seem to catch him staring at me. Sometimes, our eyes meet, and he winks, and sometimes he just doesn't drop his gaze. I've heard the other ones in his group call him Jake, or it could be Jay, I'm not too sure.

Well, thats my diary thing done for this evening. Night.