Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight, and if I did I would be killed for the rights to the story line. SO-O, I am kinda glad I don't own it. I do own, though, a pair of legs that are asleep and painful. Which sucks. I'm not proud of that.
Inspired by a song - much like all my other stories...man... I'm a dead beat for random idea - anyway, inspired by a song but unlike the others, this, I think, is going to be a multi-chapter fic. [Yay Kat! You can do it!] ...I think I might fail. ^^; But I shall try not to!
Wow. What a bunch of nothing. Anyway! Please Enjoy my story and soon to come, chapter 2! That is if I don't run into a writers block, but based off of a song that is highly unlikely.
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"…No fucking way."
Alice Brandon's small body started shaking with rage as she stared straight at the train whizzing passed her – no, to be specific, the train she was supposed to be on, whizzing passed her in a blurry line that generated enough 'swoosh' to make her knee-length skirt flutter in protest.
"What else can go wrong?! Please, God, the horrible cappuccino that took twenty forsaken minutes to make just isn't enough!" Her strained voice was yelling at nothing in particular, but yelling nonetheless, causing the passer-bys in the terminal to stare in fright at the small girl with the twitching eye.
"Maybe I'll break my brand new Chloe shoes walking to the bench to wait twenty-six minutes for the second train! That would be brilliant! Aarg!"
Clutching her cold cappuccino in her portfolio-free arm she took a step away from the loading platform and eased herself toward the only waiting bench in the small station that was in the rural area in which she lived. It was then that she heard the snap.
Closing her eyes tightly she silently prayed that she didn't just break her brand new Chloe shoes given to her by her best friends – easing open one fearful eye she looked to the pair of heels on her slender feet and led out an audible sigh of relief, until, that is, she saw her handbag dangling on her arm, one strap dangling lifelessly in defiance.
"AHHHH!"
Alice threw her hands forcefully in the air over her head, the cup flying out of her hands to land three feet behind her on the wooden deck while her head was hit with the large portfolio folder that she forgot was on her wrist.
"Ahem."
Frozen with her hands in the air and the attaché swinging near her nose, she carefully turned around on her toes and a look of apology and shock spread to her features when she saw a man sporting an ugly mustache fold his arms and look at her crossly while tapping his business-like shoe that was freshly covered in coffee.
"Crap."
A stern look crossed the man's face and Alice hurried to clasp her hands together in front of her chest in a pleading manner.
"I'm so sorry, sir! I really did not mean for that to happen!"
With a glare and a grunt the man stomped off and away from the depot with no further intention of catching the later train with java all over his pants. Resignedly, Alice trudged over to the leaking cup and picked it up, disposing of it in the trashcan. Alice Brandon was frustrated with her morning, but she was no litterbug.
Her shoes then clacked all the way to the bench the strangers left alone for the fuming girl and she whipped out her cell phone as soon as her butt hit the plastic. Her eyes darted all around the outside terminal as the device hummed against her ear and for a second she was at ease, looking around at the green trees and the green grass and the purple flowers growing at the side of the tracks and the angry gray clouds above her and – wait, clouds?
"Hello-"
"Bella, don't tell me I left my umbrella. Please."
There was rummaging on the other end of the line and then silence for about two seconds.
"…you…didn't leave your umbrella?"
Alice's eye twitched again at her fifth failure that morning.
"Bells, your 'try-to-make-me-feel-better' voice has failed epically. What am I going to do now? I don't have anything to save me from this impending weather disaster!"
"What do you mean? Aren't you on the train? You should make it to the office before it starts to pour."
"Let me fill you in on my morning so far." With those words thunder found its voice and loudly roared, alerting the train loitering lot of things to come. "I woke up early – as you probably noticed. That was the only good thing to this day. I went to the coffee shop and they were training someone, so naturally he didn't know how to make my double-chocolate-espresso-mint cappuccino with whole milk and whipped cream – he had to start over twice!" Alice whined into the phone, knowing that Bella sympathized with her 100% because she at least knew the power of bad days.
"Then, after about ten minutes of trying to get my order right he was put on register and what did the fucktard do? He freaking sent the register into a fritz! It wouldn't punch in any order or open the cash drawer, which I had cash this morning because my card it sitting by my house keys on the breakfast bar!" The last explosion of words caused several near by people to turn their heads and look at Alice, who was once again beside herself in the retelling of her morning.
"Hey, Rosalie! Come listen to Alice's morning."
"Then, after I shoved the five dollar bill in the kids face I stalked out of the shop and up the road to the station, where I knew I would barely make the train. Barely my ass! I got there just in time to watch it zoom happily by, the happy people on it mocking me with their happy faces that they made the happy morning train and won't have to face the happy face of their freaking happy boss at their happy happy workplace!!"
The strangers that were any closer than a five foot radius of Alice sitting on the small bench inched away slowly, not wanting to be by the woman they knew had already lost it. Thunder relentlessly bellowed in the graying sky above the eagerly awaiting people and many of them pulled out their umbrellas to shield themselves from the soon to come downpour while others sought refuge under their newspapers and briefcases, not wanting to be wet for the seventeen minute ride into the city.
"Oh, and here's the best part! After all that, I thanked God for the horrible day and told him that that wasn't enough – go ahead and break my Chloe shoes I told Him!"
Audible gasps were heard on the receiving line.
"No!"
"Alice Brandon, I swear if you broke those shoes I am going to kill you!"
"Oh, no, don't worry Rosalie. I didn't break the shoes. No, instead, I took a step away from the train and what happened? Well wouldn't you know that the strap on my damn purse broke clean off! It's left dangling from the side as we speak, laughing at me. So what did I do? I threw my hands up in the air in a sigh on frustration and the coffee up just flew from my hands like it was waiting for an opportunity to leave the psycho holding onto it and landed behind me, conveniently all over some guy's pants. It would have been just another regular mess up, but oh no, this guy had to make it hard by having the most ridiculous mustache I have EVER seen on a man, so when trying to apologize I had to fight to keep my composure before I pointed and laughed at that thing growing on his lip. And now it's starting to rain."
Alice raised her left arm to cover her head from the dribbles of rain, forgetting her folder once again and the offending object landed in her face.
"And I've successfully managed to deck myself in the face twice with this stupid file folder. Twice! Oh, you guys, I should've just stayed in bed." She blew her short black hair out of her face. "Today is going to be so long."
"Am I hearing what I think I'm hearing dear Bella?"
Alice frowned into the phone, wondering what her friends could possibly be doing when she was sitting all alone with the worst morning ever hanging above her head.
"I don't know lovely Rosalie, what do you think you're hearing?"
"A certain someone giving up on the day before it's even started! Like that movie last night! Ooh, Alice, think of it this way – those things happened for a reason!"
"Seriously?"
Her face instantly transformed into that of unbelieving with sharp, sarcastic eyes boring a hole in the back of a man standing feet before her. The water started to fall with more force and a subtle gust of wind picked up, fluttering her skirt as well as the skirts of other women and the suit jackets of many men, and scattered the loosely held pages of newspapers of those brave enough to use them as cover.
"Yes seriously! Alice, maybe the big man has finally decided that he's going to torture you –"
A shriek emitted from her throat when Bella said the word 'torture'.
"- and then give you something to spectacular that all this shit you went through was worth it!"
"Know what?" Her face lightened and a thoughtful look perched upon her lips. "That sounds completely stupid Bella. Abuse someone then give him or her a treat? That's sadder than kicking a sick puppy on the street suffering from starvation."
A large gasp came from the line.
"Sorry Rose! I just mean that seems like a really horrible thing to do. But it's much better than that puppy deal. Heh-heh, torture me all you want if it'll save a puppy and what not!"
"I'll show you torture for a puppy you little – "
"Oh! Gotta go girls, the second train is early! Love you! Muah." She snapped her phone shut and let out a huge sigh. "That was almost a disaster…"
A piercing whistle announced the arrival of the 8.40 train and the petite raven head shoved the device deep into her broken purse and stood up, her project case now soaked from saving her hair and self-designed top, leaving a trail in the already soaked wood to the opening of the car. Once inside the dry closure, she looked around and shuddered outright.
"I better get a fucking prize today."
The words were muttered under her breath silently and venomously as she made her way to the only available seat – a small one next to the wall and a sweaty, old man with a creepy smile on his weathered face.
That was the first chapter! I'm sorry for taking you aboard the iffy ship of my grammar [I always hated that in high school...] and yet I am happy that I was not there alone! Oh wait - yes I was. Crap. Fail. Anyway, sorry if it bothered you and I will try better next time!!
Tid-Bit Information Time:
Carnivorous animals will not eat another animal that has been struck by lightening. Cool, huh? Not really though.
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Love to All
Kat
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