Hey, so I wrote this completely on impulse and It's like 2 am, so there might be some mistakes, but I think this could be a lot of fun. Anyway, I procrastinated on studying for a calc exam so I could write this, so you guys had better review. I'm actually pretty exited about this. No lies. I don't own Twilight, but you knew that. Read and review! Also, sorry if Alice seems a little out of character, but ya know, we've never really met human Alice, so how do you know for sure?
Rain. There was a lot of it, and it was never-ending. Whether a torrential down-pour, or a light mist that seemed to hang in the air and seep through everything, Forks had never changed, and it probably never would.
Alice Brandon was moving back, and she couldn't quite believe it had actually been her idea.
"Of all the stupid ideas," she muttered to herself as she struggled to maneuver her heavy suitcase off the loading dock.
Alice was the very definition of the word "petite" and the luggage was almost more than half her weight.
Finally, she righted the wheels onto the ground and huffed stray pieces of dark hair from her face, her expression displaying an aversion to the situation.
Alice looked around the airport, massive green eyes searching for her dad, Charlie. She spotted him right outside the bathroom entrance, an eager expression on his otherwise stoic face. A bright smile lit up her face, despite her current mood. She'd missed her dad. They'd always been close.
Charlie was never one to display emotion, while she had never had the slightest problem doing so. Yet he never seemed to mind the constant "I love you's" and the "best dad ever" comments, and Alice never minded his grunts of appreciation. They lived in a peaceful realm of co-existence.
He spotted her as she made her way over and a smile graced his lips. "Hey dad!" She hurried over to him and put an arm around his waist, the other gripping her suitcase handle. His arms went around hers and patted her back awkwardly. "It's good to see ya, Al." He grumbled out uncomfortably, yet still wearing an expression of happiness. He grabbed her case and she wrapped an arm through his, reaching his chest. She was the same height she'd been since turning thirteen, and just as little as ever compared to him.
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Alice was glad to have her dad back and she was glad to be living with him for her last two years of high school, but God in heaven, why did it have to rain ninety-five percent of the time. Rain wasn't always a bad thing. It allowed for cute rain boots with matching raincoats. But everyday? No one could love that, not even Alice, who always tried to look on the bright side.
She glanced out of the passenger window as she and her dad drove to the house. Water rolled down the pane and she resisted the urge to sigh loudly. She didn't want him to think she was already bored of the small town, even if she was. She started to turn her head away when her eyes shot wide open and a glassy film covered them.
A laughing woman wrapped her arms around a man, her lover, and they danced around an almost empty room, paint cans and brushes on top of old sheets littering the floor around them. Happiness and love radiated from them.
"Al, you okay?" Alice snapped back to reality,
"Uh, yeah, sorry, kinda zoned out for a sec," she chuckled nervously, twiddling her thumbs in her lap.
She knew the women she'd seen; it was her mom. And the man was her moms new fiancé, Adam. Alice forced her breathing to calm down. For the past few years she'd been having these premonitions of sorts. They weren't ever anything big, usually pretty casual, actually. Like a grade she would get on a test, or what flavor ice cream her friend Jodi would choose at Ric's Ice Creamery. Or, in this case, just how happy she'd allowed her mom to be by deciding to move in with her dad. Alice had never told anyone about these 'visions' or 'premonitions,' and she doubted she ever would. It wasn't normal, and it certainly wasn't a big deal, she tried to convince herself.
No one needs to know.
She told herself solemnly.
Alice quickly abandoned all thoughts of her visions. Just thinking about them made her anxious and a little scared.
They finally pulled up to the house and her dad parked the car, "your room is still in the same place as always. Got ya some knew bed stuff and some kind of window plant, but I think it's dead." Her dad mumbled out, the last part coming with a scratch of the chin, and a cough.
Alice laughed aloud, "Dad, I seriously doubt you'd be able to tell me what kind of plant you actually bought, let alone keep it alive! But thanks, daddy, I'm sure I can salvage it." She leaned over and kissed his cheek, allowing him to turn away slightly. Alice chuckled and pushed the door open, smelling the damp air. It was cool, crisp, and wet. Like always.
Alice forced a smile on her face and looked at the house. Two stories, white with green shutters, and a wrap around porch. The same exact house that she'd lived in before the divorce when she was 6 months old, and the same house she'd stayed in when she'd visited her dad over the years. She felt a tug on her heart and her smile widened. She loved the house and all the memories it held for her and her dad.
"Let's move it, short. Inside," her dad gestured to the opened front door from the threshold. Alice stuck her tongue out at him for using the nickname "short" as he'd done frequently when it became clear she would never reach over five foot. "Whatever, dad. You'll be what? 50 this year? I'm coming, old man." His eye brows flattened over his eyes as she smiled and battered her eyelashes at him, stepping past him into the house. "Yeah, yeah, whatever."
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Dinner had been a simple affair. Charlie had absolutely no food in the house except for eggs and ham, so eggs and ham it was. Alice considered volunteering to buy groceries, but she knew her cooking skills were mediocre at best. "Looks like we'll be eating out a lot, because between you and me, we couldn't boil a pot of water," her dad joked, making Alice laugh out loud. "Yeah, burgers at the grill sound great, dad, but you better watch the cobbler, because my sewing skills are worse than my cooking skills, so I won't be able to take your pants out," she laughed at his unamused expression.
And so the night continued; filled with laughter, jokes, unpacking, more jokes, a lot of sarcasm, and the very unpleasant idea of her first day of school, which was just two short days away.
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Alice pretty much had the house to herself the next few days, and she made the best of it. She dusted for what was probably the first time in five years, she cleaned the bathroom, hung all of her clothes in her closet and lined all her shoes along the closet floor, coordinated by color and material. She resisted the urge to kiss her new Sam Edelman booties as she placed them down and shut the closet door.
Alice lazed around for the next day, extremely bored and going so far as to pack her bag for school the next day. She shot her mom a text detailing her trip, her arrival, her dads well-fair, and what she planned on wearing on her first day of school.
Dinner that night was frozen lasagna that nearly burned in the oven and was honestly pretty unappetizing anyway. Nonetheless she and her dad sat at the table together and talked about their days.
He talked about some weirdo whom he had arrested for stealing another mans false teeth, and she told him about her day.
Alice was pleasantly surprised to see how well they had fallen into a routine already.
After dinner they cleared the table and she went to her room, changed into her pjs, and browsed through some clothing catalogues. She had an excited feeling in her stomach for the next day. It would be great, she knew it.
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A shrill alarm blared through her mind as Alice jolted out of bed, "Crap!" She fell to the floor. She groaned softly and rolled over, rubbing her bottom.
It's the first day of school!
The thought raced through her head as she grabbed her towel and ran to the shower. All morning she couldn't calm herself down. She was too excited and she couldn't even tell why.
"I'm a genie in a bottle, you gotta rub me the right way!" Alice sang out horribly off-key as she shook her hips to the rhythm of the old-school song blaring from her music player.
After she'd finished getting ready, Alice examined herself in a full-length mirror,
Makeup? Check
Outfit? Hell, yes, girl. Check
Bag? Check
Smile? Couldn't be bigger!
Alice raced down the stairs to say goodbye to her dad.
"Daaaaad?! Where are you?" She called out in a sing-song voice.
"Outside, Al, c'mere!"
She grabbed one of the granola bars she'd purchased the day before on her way out,
"Dad, there you are. I thought you'd left without saying- what the heck is that? Oh my gosh, daddy is that mine?!" Alice couldn't control the squeak that came out as she glanced at the new car before her. It was in great condition and not more than five years old. A really good car as far as first cars go.
"Sure is, short, figured you'd need a car and when I saw this one, I figured you'd like it well enough," she clasped her arms around his midsection, briefly knocking him off-balance.
"Like it? Dad, I seriously love it! Thank you so much!"
Charlie patted her back awkwardly, but a satisfied smile spread across his features. "Well, I gotta head off now. Wanted to see your reaction when you saw it. Everything's set up at school, you
just need to head to the front office to get your schedule, alright?"
Alice took the keys from his outstretched hand, "Don't worry so much, dad. I'm pretty sure I'm going to survive my first day at forks high, with all of the 350 kids that go there," she joked with an eye roll. "Whatever, short," he messed with her short hair, getting a slap on the arm in response.
"Oh, go on, look what you did, old man. My hair took the longest time to get ready!" He laughed at her as he closed the door to his car and started it, pulling out of the driveway. Alice waved as he drove by, then got into her car and drove 5 minutes up the road to hell.
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Just breath
She told herself as she parked her car among many older and rustier cars.
Great, my car isn't too flashy, but It'll probably still stick out like a soar thumb.
Out of the corner of her eye she spotted a shiny, silver volvo. It was nice, and easily the nicest in the parking lot.
Okay, so at least I'm not too obvious.
Alice grabbed her bag and flung it over her shoulder, locking her car as she made her way to a building that read "Front Office" across the top.
She opened the door and made her way to a desk littered with organized papers in different colors. A lady with glasses and pink lipstick looked up at her and smiled, "Hi, what can I do for ya?" Alice smiled brightly at the lady, "Hi, I'm Alice Brandon, this is my first day. I'm pretty sure my dad called and got everything set up for me a few weeks ago."
The receptionists eyes went wide and she smiled brighter. "Why, yes, sweetie, we all knew you were coming! Welcome to Forks! Let me just print your schedule out and you can be on your way." She rushed to the computer and started frantically typing and clicking the mouse.
"Thank you so much. I really appreciate it." And she meant that.
Man, if everyone is this nice, I might actually love it here.
Should I go on? I'm motivated so far.
Olivia!
