Alice's story
_Prologue _
It was thr summer of 1923, I walked across the green head bent to hide my tear streaked face. I couldn't let anybody see me cry! I would already be the talk of the school, could I atleast retain some dignity? How could he dump me? Lilian Ross? Nobody dumped Lilian Ross...infact for anyone other than Mark Samuels it would've been social suicide. I sensed that I was not alone, I looked up to meet the curiouse gaze of the Brandon girl.
She was a total social reject, she wasn't bullied or anything, what a waste of out time!, but she was never acknowledged and to do so was against the rules, it wasn't a spoken rule you just knew it...it just wasn't done...most people were scared off by her anyway. The only reason I knew her name was because she lived down my street...well, that was the polite reason, the real reason was, well, she was crazy. Off her rocker.
Some kids say she sees the future...stupid kids...what do they know!, Mary Alice was only nine herself but everybody knew the fairy story of the witch girl who saw the future...the girl they say will appear to you on hallows eve and kill you where you stand if you say her name three times in the mirror. Everybody laughed at it but nobody would dare test it. Some older boys said they tried it once...in their early twenties but my brother was in the crowd...he only said it twice before dismissing it as a stupid kids myth, everybody laughed on the outside but inside...everybody was scared of the Brandon girl.
She was stood perfectly still, a delicate little thing, short too, a little pixie with short spiky black hair, I almost felt my gaze could shatter her. Her wide, bright, blue eyes contrasted amazingly and she stared openly, unblinking. A shiver went down my spine, I smiled to myself...the reaction was stupid, she was harmless and looking at her now I could see that but I couldn't shake the stories, they replayed themselves in my mind.
"He dumped you didn't he?" she said, he pale rose lips curved into a sympathetic smile. "I told you he would" she continued "And for Clarissa Simons too! Don't worry though, Drake will ask you out in a few weeks, mark my words...you'll get along famousely." Her bell like voice was a whisper and I had to strain to hear her though I pretended I couldn't. She was quiet; awaiting my response. I swallowed, something about her unsettled me. My mind changed to the subject of Drake Velmore. The Drake Velmore. I never even dreamed it could happen. Mark and Clarissa could get an eyefull of that. I shook my head as I got carried away at the ravings of a mad girl. "freak" I sneered and walked away, her knowing eyes following me until I was out of sight.
Exactley three weeks and four days later Drake Velmore and myself became the talk of the school. The newest item, the perfect match, the king and queen, the alphas, the two faces of the incrowd.A crowd that was firmly closed to a certain Mary Alice Brandon.