Hi guys!
This is my first ever story I'm posting so go easy on me! This is just something that popped into my head so it won't be something serious that occupies all of my time, unless of course I get a few reviews and people want more of it. I don't have a beta, so all the shocking grammar mistakes are mine.

DISCLAIMER: All things Twilight belong to S. Meyer. I only own the plot, which popped into my head late one night. Enjoy!

Mornings are not my thing, especially when they're followed by a day of shopping with my best friend, Alice. I love the girl, but her and shopping combined is just torture. You see, Alice is what some would call a very obnoxious, loud, crazy little pixie who loves to shop. If there's a sale on, Alice is there. She's there even if there isn't sale on.

There is a sale on today, which is why I'm getting my blanket pulled off of me by Alice.

"Alice, just give me ten more minutes then I'll get up" I say to her, but she ignores me and starts to jump on my bed.

I groan, accepting my fate, and sit up on my bed. Today feels like it's going to go extremely slow.

"Finally, gee, I didn't think you were ever going to get up." Alice says as she walks into my bathroom.

Alice and I live together in our apartment in Los Angeles. We've known each other for years and we're the best of friends. Most of the time.

I quickly get dressed and do my hair and make up. I only do this quickly because of Alice's nagging. I figure the quicker I do it, the quicker it'll all be over.

Alice drags me into all sorts of shops, trying on clothes and telling me to let her know how things look. I just nod my head and agree with what she says. She will buy it even if I say it looks like shit on her. Then again though, nothing could look shit on Alice. She makes everything look good. Perhaps that is why she's working for a top notch fashion designer in LA.

Four long hours after and we're finally parking in our designated parking spot for our apartment. I huff as I grab a few bags of clothes out of the car and make my way up the path, stopping quickly to see if we have any mail. There's a few letters for Alice, and one for me. I notice it's from California State Prison.

For the past month I have been writing to one of the inmates at the California State Prison. Now, this was one of my spontaneous decisions that happen quite frequently. I get that from my mother, Renee, she would always do spontaneous things. I'm currently writing to a guy named Edward. Such an old fashioned name. We have just talked about normal, random things so far. I have no idea what he is in there for, and that inruiges and scares me a little. He could be in there for stealing something, or for killing someone. In my previous letter, I asked him what he's in there for, and how long.

I drop the bags of clothes on my bedroom floor and sit on my bed and open the letter, somewhat ready to find out how bad he is.

Bella
You said you were looking for a job, what type of job are you after? Do you have a degree of sorts? Did you go to college at all? Or are you a high school drop out? I don't think the last one would be correct, you sound far too smart to be a drop out.

I'm not quite sure if you really want to know why I'm in here. I think it will scare you away, so I won't take offence if you don't continue writing to me after you read this. I will understand completely.

I have been in here for 10 years for killing someone. Now, before you say anything, yes, I probably should have gotten longer than that, but with the circumstances of everything, I'm glad I only got 10 years. I get out in two months, and I'm not quite sure what it will be like. I can't imagine life outside of here anymore. I wonder what has changed, have they made more apartment buildings in ridiculous places? More teeny bop kids making careers with voices that sound like shit? I'm not prepared for it, but I guess I should be.

Well there you go, there is your answer to the question. I hope I haven't scared you away.

Edward.

I take a deep breath and let it out slowly. He killed someone? He is right, he should have gotten more than 10 years for taking a life. But I guess he was lucky.

A part of me wonders what happened, if it was on purpose, or an accident, or what? I won't deny that I'm curious. I also won't deny that, that makes me sound like a freak. Who would be curious about this stuff?

I spend about an hour or two sitting on my bed with my notebook open and a pen in my hand. Do I reply? What do I say? Has he scared me off, or do I still want to continue writing to him?

Alice comes in while I'm sitting there and asks what I'd like for dinner because she's ordering take out. I tell her chinese and she orders the usual. All best friends should know what your usual take out order is.

Chinese arrives and I still haven't written anything in my notebook. I sigh, and I give in.

Edward,
I won't say I'm not shocked, or a little worried. I won't ask any more details, unless of course you'd like to share them with me willingly. I'd say you are very lucky for only getting 10 years, you must have had someone looking over you then.

I'll have you know that I live in a 'ridiculous apartment', and it's pretty nice. Although I share it with my best friend who is a crazy pixie at times, but I love her. There's a couple of new teeny boppers who think they can sing. I think there's about 5 a year that come out.

I'm hoping to get a job in journalism, or even just an assistant job. I have experience in both. I never went to college, but I did graduate high school, so yay for me!

Perhaps when you get out we could get a coffee – Just don't kill me! (Sorry, my lame attempt at a joke, don't take offence!).

Bella.

I laughed at my own joke, put the letter in an envelope and put it on my night stand ready to send in the morning. I put my empty chinese containers in the bin and get into bed. I feel exhausted and all I did was shopping with Alice. That can be pretty exhausting though.

I fall asleep and dream of Edward killing someone. Edward has no face though, because I have never seen his face.