A/N: Hi! So this is my second FanFic. I don't know how the idea came to me, but I was getting a bowl of chocolate ice cream (my fav flavor!) and I thought "what would Alice, Jasper, and all of Twilight been like if Alice hadn't been psychic as a human. She wouldn't have been admitted to the Psychiatric Hospital. She may not have become a vampire. her and Jazzy never would have met. They both would never have met the Cullens!" I rambled on to mself like that for about five minutes until I decided to write instead of talking to myself lol. Alice may be a little OOC because well I changed her for the story a bit. I would say Cynthia is OOC too but since we never actually knew her personality... But I made her more of a stereotypical teenager for this time period. Oh ya. I say the year in here, 1921, but some of my slang & etc. may be off for that time period so SORRY if thats your pet peeev or something. Oh ya and get used to these freakishly long ANs. I do them allll the time on my other story, check it out too! Its an AIM one cause I was in the mood for some laughs. Okay. I think I covered everything... PM me if you hae questions, or requests, or complaints :) but R&R!
Disclaimer: I hate these things oh so very much. On my other FanFic I think of witty and funny things to tell people a simple sentence "I DONT OWN TWLIGHT OR ALICE OR CYNTHIA!" I may do that on this story, but this is more serious than comedy so probably not! ENJOY!
I walked down the familiar stairs in my house. It was about six in the morning, on the first day of my senior year, September 23 to be exact! I couldn't stop smiling and jumping. My little sister, Cynthia, wouldn't be up for another hour or so. Today was her first day of her sophomore year, no nerves like those of her freshman year or the excitement of my senior.
I was dressed, as usual, in a to die for cute outfit! My dress was shorter than usual, but it was 1921 for heavens sake! A new decade of fashion and that meant a completely new wardrobe. Since my dad was a world-famous doctor and my mom was an award winning author (using a fake male name so her books would sell fairly), every year my parents gave Cynthia and I each $150 to spend on cloths! That was far above the average amount given to girls our age.
Our family was considered wealthy to other people, but they only saw the business side of our lives. At home, my mom basically lived in her work room, my dad at the chain of hospitals called "CAM Hospital " that he founded himself, leaving Cynthia and I to fend for ourselves. I mostly drew pictures, or painted, sometimes wrote lyrics. I liked to paint and draw things I didn't know, like the future. The future is always changing, and always surprising you. It is so unpredictable. Like I bet that if you asked a Confederate soldier during the Civil War if he thought that in the year 1920 women would have the right to vote, he would have laughed. And yet, here we stand today. Unfortunately, I was sixteen when they passed that law in August of last year; I don't turn eighteen until October 31, on Halloween. I usually write songs about love, because I don't know anything about it either. My parents don't actually care if I go steady with a boy, but I don't like any of the boys at my school, so…. An unknown area for me. I don't really know what Cindy does, her door is always locked and I rarely see her.
My father, ironically named Cameron, likes the outside world to believe we are one big happy family, which is why he named his hospital what he did. People call him Cam for short, but he named it such for another reason. My sister's name is Cynthia, mine Mary Alice –although I prefer simply Alice, and my mother's Mary. The title is an acronym for our names, from youngest to oldest. His hospitals spread like wild fire once people heard who they were owned by. I do not understand all the excitement over my dad. He is just another person. I hate it so much because everyone just expects me to smile and then become a nurse at his hospital. But that is not what I wish, I wish to be a fashion designer.
I looked at the clock, wow it was already seven! I guess I zoned out a bit there. Cynthia came down the stairs humming an unfamiliar tune.
"Hey sis." She mumbled.
"What. Are. You. Wearing?!" I asked separating each word as its own sentence. She was dressed in a dress, if you could even call it that, barely came down to half her thigh! And the neckline -- whoa the neckline. She was far too exposed to say the least.
"I am wearing one of my new dresses…" Her tone implied that there was nothing wrong with how she was dressed.
"Um. Sweetie. That is not one of the dresses we bought you." I had gotten into the habit of calling people, even just like new friends, "sweetie".
"Ya actually it is! Don't you recognize it?" Once she said that it became more familiar…
"Now I do, but when we purchased it…it was less revealing." I spat out, this was way too awkward.
"Oh, ya. But when I tried it on, it just didn't fit right, so I heightened the hemline, and lowered the neckline, ya like?" She giggled. I refused to allow my kid sister to go to school dressed like…like…well a slut to be frank. Slut was a word I didn't enjoy saying because it was a hurtful word, and in truth I wasn't one of those girls going around making others feel badly.
"No, I don't like. Cindy, you look like a slut." I told her bluntly.
"Ali! I cannot believe you just said that to me! And for the like millionth time, my name is CYNTHIA. Not Cindy, Cyn, or Cindy Lou Who. And besides I thought you never used profanity!"
"Slut isn't profanity, it just isn't a nice word. And okay, old habits die hard. But really Cynthia, it is a little … ya know?" I couldn't think of the right word to describe this insanely inappropriate attire.
"No I don't know. Why don't you tell me what it is." Humph. She knew me far too well; I hated confrontation.
"Okay. Sorry. Are you ready to go?" I said.
"Ya, are you walking or riding the bus?" She seemed content to have won the argument.
"I'm gonna walk. What about you?"
"Nah, I promised Flo and Dorothy I'd sit with them." Florence and Dorothy Paine were twin girls in Cynthia's grade. Girls, who if in my grade, I wouldn't be caught dead talking to. They tall, blonde, and basically dressed like what Cindy was in now.
"Okay, see you after school. Be good." I warned, I hoped none of the teachers told Cynthia what I tried to. More likely she would back talk them and get detention.
On my way to school, I noticed a moving van in a house down the street from ours. Hmm. I wonder if any children my age moved in… Well I guess I would find out today. I began to dance and sing one of my songs while walking. I suddenly heard chuckling behind me. I turned around, only to see an absolutely gorgeous boy, about my age. Suddenly I felt the blood rush to my cheeks. He was tall, but that isn't saying much considering my height. He had the most beautiful blue eyes I had ever seen, like looking into the ocean almost. His hair, oh his hair is indescribable. (A/N: Just picture Jasper as a human)
"Oh no, don't stop." His beautiful voice said. Oh my word, who was he?!
"Well. Um. Who are y-you?" I somehow managed to say.
"Ah, yes. I am Joseph Whitlock, but I like Joey better. And you are?" He kissed my hand, aw what a gentleman!
"I'm...uh…Mary Alice Brandon. But I like Alice or Ali better." I was still blushing!
"Are you on your way to Pennsylvania's very own Elverson High School?" He questioned. Man he was cute! (A/N: Elverson is an actual town in PA. I looked it up lol)
"In fact I am. Are you?" How. Was. I. Still. Blushing?!
"Indeed. I am to attend my senior year there. Are you a freshman?" Humph! Okay. I am short. 4'11 to be exact. So I was constantly being mistaken for younger than I truly am. He, on the other hand was nearly six feet tall!
"No…actually, I too am enrolled in my twelfth year there." I said shyly.
"Oh. Truly? I apologize, you just…I mean…" His tone was bashful.
"Don't worry, it happens all the time. But I like being short, makes me unique. So did you just move here?" I changed the subject.
"Why yes I did. How did you know?" He asked as though I was stalking him or something.
"When you live in a small town like this, any new face creates gossip." I laughed. I do remember when we moved in…maybe that was just because people already knew us.
"Exactly how many people live in this town?"
"About 950. And apparently growing… Are you an only child?" I hadn't realized it but we were walking to school together now. Eeeeep!
"Wow, quite a small town. I do have a younger sister named Virginia, entering her sophomore year today. She's a little…different than most young ladies her age." I wonder if that's a good or bad thing I thought.
"My sister is a sophomore too! Her name is Cynthia." I threw out there.
"Hmmm.. I wonder if they will make each others acquaintance. So what were you singing earlier?" He asked as though it wasn't at all embarrassing for me.
"Oh it was nothing really." I suddenly blushed again. This guy was so… so… dazzling.
"No it was definitely something. I have never heard it sung before. Is it an original composition?" Why couldn't he just drop this?
"Ya, it is actually." I reluctantly answered.
"Could I by chance hear it again?" He wanted to hear me sing? I have never sang in front of anyone, knowingly anyway.
"Well. I would…," I paused because I realized we were standing at the doors to the high school, "but we have reached our destination."
"Maybe some other time than." He said hopefully. "Per chance I will have a class or two with you." He added, causing me to blush even more.
"Per chance." I replied, being unable to think of anything witty or cute.
And with that he walked to the front office, and I walked to my first class, Biology (A/N: I had too!!).
So I hoped ya'll liked it. I truly doubt slut was a word back then but I couldn't think of a 1920s translation for it so ya lol. I know ya'll are gonna ask this so just to be clear JOEY IS JASPER's GREAT NEPHEW. It never mentioned if Jazz had any family, so I am making him have a brother, who will have children, who will have children, who have Joey! LOL! I think that is the right amount of kids...ya....anyway I will have Joey himself exlain it to Ali later on. Which means there will be more of him :) lol. Okay R&R! Tell me if I should actuall continue writing this, or if I should stick with comedy. And anything else! Latter ~cassadi! P.S: I spell "laTer" with two Ts because I like it better that way. I know it is another word entirely but too bad lol. I know it annoys my BFFL to an extent so just thought I'd tell ya that lol