a/n: Hope you like! She's 11 years old.
Prologue
Alice's POV
March 3, 2004
That couldn't be him, could it? The same guy I'd seen that day in the woods? He looked the same. It was as if I'd just seen him yesterday. Same lips, nose, hair, jaw. But his eyes. . . They were now a startling shade of gold. I hadn't realized I was staring at him until he turned towards me. His head tilted to the side, studying me, I think. I frowned.
I walked towards him, barely feeling my legs. "Do I. . . know you?" I asked him.
"No," he said harshly. I stepped back. Damn, I thought.
"It's just - you look a lot like someone I'd seen before."
"Well, I don't know you." His tone was cold, hard.
I turned, walking out of the cafeteria, away from him, whoever the hell he was.