Hey guys,this is Olga and this is my story! No copyright I own the story NOT Twilight. This is basically Twilight with Alice in Bella's position but With different characters thrown in, A different love interest, and a different plot line.
My name is Mary Alice Brandon. I go by Alice. Mary is too ordinary for me. I used to live in Jacksonville, Florida with my mother, but she got re-married and is now traveling with her new husband, Mark, He plays basketball, he's not professional. Yet. I moved to Forks...Washington, To live with my father. It was my choice to move. I wasn't forced into anything but i would hate to have to see my mom miserable because she couldn't spend time with her new husband.
"Your hair's shorter" My dad announced in a blatant attempt at small talk. I can't believe that he thought i would look the same as i did six years ago. What did he expect? The same under developed 11 year old girl prancing around in a Hillary Duff T-shirt?
"Um...Yeah. You know me, I love short hair" had i seriously just said that? I guess I was more nervous than i thought.
"I guess I know that now." He replied. I felt guilty that i hadn't seen him since I was 11. Since I was pre-pubescent for gods sake! Since I was babyish and flat chested. I mean I'm no Dolly Parton now but I'm a lot different. I grinned.
"Yes, I suppose" This was going to be a long year. Three hours later we pulled into the driveway of my new home, At least for now. It looked exactly the same as it did 6 years ago. Just maybe a little older. I had just gotten here and I already missed The sun and the birds... My dads voice broke into my self pitiful thoughts.
"Come on, Ali, help me grab your stuff." I nodded and he smiled. We both grabbed my suitcases and with both of us carrying things we moved all my stuff in one trip. We got to my room and it was identical to when I left it. My barbies were in the same place on my desk, my bed was in the same place, and yes, the Hillary Duff poster was still hanging above my bed. Why was I so obsessed with her when i was 11?
"I thought it would make you more comfortable if I left you stuff alone." That was sweet, in a non-sweet way,If you get what I mean.
"Thank you, Dad, but I might have to do some redecoration"
"I knew you would." He said knowingly staring at the barbies on my desk. He turned to look at me and froze when our eyes locked. I had inherited mothers eyes. Her midnight blue eyes. I got this strange feeling that when he looked at me he was reminded of my mother. He confirmed my theory by saying
"Kid...you look just like your mother." he sounded so sad. I know he missed my mother, and I wish that he would find someone that can reward him with the happiness he deserves. I gave him a sympathetic smile and he teasingly winked at me
"Well, I'll let you get settled." he kissed my forehead and left, the first I did was tear that poster down.
A burst of thunder made me jump and scared the living crap out of me. I had to get used to it or i would soon have a heart attack.
My dad shouted my name loudly. He said he had a surprise for me. I nearly squealed. I loved surprises! I practically sprinted down the stairs and stopped in front of my dad. He motioned towards the door.
I anxiously walked outside and stopped dead in my tracks when i saw the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen in my life. A yellow porsche. I turned to stare at my father, I without a doubt had a dumbstruck look on my face. He looked extremely amused by my response to his suprise.
"Is this for me?" I whispered, trying not to get my hopes up
"Yes, it is" he replied, whisperig back just to annoyingly mock me, he stiffled his laughter but still some chuckles escaped him. Not letting the fact that he was practically making fun of me bother me, I jumped on him kissing his face and hugging him while chanting thank you over and over again
"Can I?" I asked gesturing towards the car about to jump out of my skin with excitement.
"Well, I don't know. Can you?" God, I hate that! It's something that my old English teacher would say to me if I asked to use the restroom.
"Ha-ha very funny,"I said fighting a huge smile
"Yes, you can take it for a test drive, or even a regular drive, if you want." He chuckled. I ran to the car and tugged on the door handle, locked.
"Forgetting something?" I turned to my dad just in time to catch the keys he threw at me.
I beeped the car open and threw myself into the seat, it was magnificant! At least I wouldn't have a crappy ride at school. The engine roared to life and my foot-on it's own record- slammed on the gas
"Woah!" I exclaimed. They will love me tomorow, at least when they see the car.
Okay guys! Hope you liked it, I know it's not the best but don't give up on it! It get's a lot of better...I promise!
