A/N- So I've decided to write a different type of story about my two favorite characters- Alice and Jasper. Idk if it's really going to be any good but, why not?

APOV-

It was the start of my senior year. And tomorrow, was the start of my senior year…at a new school. Oh joy. I can't believe we have to move here! It rains all the time! I hate it! I want to be in a place where the sun is always shining, and the birds are out and crap like that. Not in Forks, where it's always dark and depressing.

I sighed and reached for my book bag. I looked at all my textbooks and felt a wave of excitement rush through me. I always got excited about the start of school.

Well shoot, I get excited about everything.

I stuffed my books in my bag and glanced over to my side-table beside my bed. I looked at my sketchbook and picked it up; looking through it. I'd drawn so much this past summer-mostly everything we did over the summer, and places we visited. There where drawings of the mountains, the ocean and some valleys. I had even tried to draw some pictures of my sister- Cynthia.

They weren't too good though. She thought I'd drawn a clown for one, so I just went along with it.

I began to giggle to myself thinking about it. I glanced at the clock and saw it was almost two in the morning.

"whoops.." I mumbled to myself. I closed my sketchbook and stuffed it into my bag as well. I turned off the lamp beside me, and laid down. Tomorrow would be a pretty exciting day, and I needed all the sleep I could get.

JPOV-

"Jasper Whitlock! How dare you think that! Life isn't going to get any better if you just mop around all day long! Get over yourself son!" My father ragged at me.

"Get over myself?! How do you expect me to- he was your son! And my brother!" I yelled back, fighting tears.

"The same way I got over…." He started, trailing off.

"Who? Mom?! Yeah, I guess you could get over her; you never cared!" I said, turning and running upstairs. I slammed my door shut and leaned my head on the door, letting a few tears spill.

Things had been different in the Whitlock household ever sense my mother had died of cancer, when I was nine. That's when my father started to change into a man I had never known. But that was only the beginning.

Things got really bad when my younger brother, Luke, died in a car accident. It was just a few weeks ago, and no one had figured out how to cope.

He was just 15.

Just starting his sophomore year at our school.

So freaking young.

I sighed and walked over to my bed, shoving my new textbooks out of the way, onto the floor.

I considered just skipping the first day; I mean no one new ever comes anyway. No one likes the cold, rainy days here in Forks.

Everyone except me.

I sat down and glanced at the clock.

Three A.M.

Oh perfect.

I shook my head and lay down, trying to remember the better memories and sleep.

Tomorrows going to absolutely suck, and there's not a drop of enthusiasm in me.

A/N- Well? I mean reviews are going to make me continue. This just popped in my head, so….. review please and let me know if I should continue!