Chapter 1
I sat on the side of the bedroom window awaiting my prince to come. He finally arose from the darkness beneath the moon and scurried up our secret ladder. As he entered this damp room, my door knob began to shake. Lady Jane was to check on my appearance. I was so startled by the movement that I forgot about my prince. He must've hidden his-self somewhere. Lady Jane entered the room and…
"Bella…Bella…Wake up!" A familiar voice whisper-shouted at me. My eyes fluttered open to see Alice, my best friend, standing over me. Her brownish-red hair was hanging from her ponytail and she smiled.
"Ali, what do you want?" I asked in my rough voice. She had awoken me from my amazing dream. Mary-Alice Brandon was my best friend. She had brownish-red hair that ended around her mid-back. She also had a deep tan from last summer. Ali was my nickname for Mary-Alice since we became good friends.
"We have school today." Ali had replied in a whisper. What? Today was only Monday, August 23rd. Ali was correct on the date. I looked at my clock to find the time. 6:30 a.m. She had woken me up at this time to make sure I got up.
"Isabella Marie Swan, it's time to get out of bed." My mother yelled. I arose from my bed and Ali turned on the light. In a flash, my hands had covered my eyes protecting them from the brightness.
"Yes, Mama." Was my response to my mother. Sometimes I call her mom, mommy, mama, or mother. Ali walked back over to my king-size bed and pulled me off. Then, she walked over to my closet. She had awesome taste in style so I wasn't afraid of what she was going to choose.
"Bella, today is black and white day for us. You know what that means don't you?" Gabi had asked me. Ali and I were going to be the new kids in the school. Ali has been living with me since she was 5. Terrible tragedy had happened to her parents and she says she could care less. She didn't really know them but I know it hurts her when she talks about them. It's been 7 years since then and today we call it Black and White day because it is a memory for her parents.
"Yea, but do I have to wear a skirt?" I asked. Ali nodded her head. We looked alike but she had the more petite and pixie-like figure. I laughed the way she nodded it so dramatically.