First of all, I'd like to say thank you to everyone who's been reading my other stories. And to all my new readers, hope you like my story.

Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight or any of Stephanie's Meyer's characters, but i do own this story and any original characters.

I was woken up by the sound of my mom's screaming.

"Alice," she shouted at me. "Get up right now!" I rolled over and opened my eyes. I glanced over at the clock. 7:41. Damn! I'd missed the bus again.

"I'm up," I told her. My mom stormed out of my room angrily. This had been the third day this week I had slept in and missed the bus. It's not my fault. It's hard to sleep when there's so much on my mind.

First there's dad. I haven't seen him since him and mom got divorced and I feel like I need him in my life now more than ever. Mom has been a total pain in the ass lately and I'm not really sure how to deal with her.

There's also Lacey. She is officially the most annoying person I know. She's always stealing my money and borrowing my clothes and returning them stretched out so they don't fit me anymore (she refuses to admit that she's fatter than me). She's two years older than me, but sometimes I feel like the big sister having to watch over my whiney little sister.

And of course, there's the visions. I started having them about two years ago. At first I couldn't control what I saw or when, but now I can. I still get the odd random vision, but I usually just see what I want to see like the exact date of our next pop quiz in math (today) or what they're serving in the cafeteria today (chicken). They don't always come true though. I can only see what will happen if they keep going the way they're going. If something changes, the vision changes.

"Alice!" my mother screamed at me. I rolled out of bed and started getting ready. I straightened out my long black hair, got dressed and put on my makeup. I ate a granola bar, brushed my teeth and headed out the door.

Since I'd missed the bus, I had to bike to school. It was now 8:15 so if I hurried I could still make it on time. I couldn't wait until I had enough money saved to buy that yellow Porshe I'd been looking at. It felt like I'd been working forever and not making any progress, but I did have a pretty good stack of bills hidden away in my drawer (smaller than it should be thanks to Lacey)

I slid into my seat just as the bell rang. I could see my finished quiz in my head and tried to memorize the answers. Luckily it was true or false so if i got an answer wrong on the quiz i saw in my head, I automatically knew what the right answer was.

Miss Carter handed out the quizzes and I finished mine quickly, without even reading the questions. Call me a cheater, but I just wasn't in the mood to learn. I handed it in and Miss Carter eyes me suspiciously.

"Did you even read the questions?" she asked me. "Or did you just guess?" she pulled out a red pen and started grading my paper.

"I'm a fast reader," I lied. I could see my finished quiz in my head again, this time with all the answers correct and a red smiley face sticker at the top.

Miss Carter finished grading my paper and handed it back. It looked just like it had in my vision.

"Well done, Alice," she said. If it had been anyone but me, she would have accused them of cheating, but I sat by myself so there was nobody I could copy off. Nobody wanted to sit by me.

I had always been a freak. Nobody wanted to hang out with me in elementary school or middle school because I was so quiet. When I started grade 9, I promised myself I'd be more outgoing, but everyone thought I was crazy because I started having visions and would stand there with a blank look on my face alot of the time and I couldn't see, hear or feel anyone around me. (When I get my random visions, I lose all sense of where I am)

By the end of thte day, my previously straight hair, was a giant frizzball, sticking out in random directions. Why did I even bother? Sometimes I just wanted to chop my hair all off.

I got on the bus and sat in my usual seat at the front of the bus. I like it because I can be alone and think about stuff without interuptions. The closest person to me is Lacey who sits five seats back with her friend Jenna. That's too close for my liking.

The bus ride came to the end and I got off and walked straight home. (Where else was I gonna go?) My mom wasn't home from work yet and Lacey had gone to Jenna's so I had the house to myself.

I logged onto my computer and opened my inbox. No new e-mails. The only e-mails I ever got were from various sites I had registered for. I had nothing better to do in my spare time.

My mom came home an hour later and I started making supper; spaghetti and meat sauce. I poured the sauce into the pot and started heating it up. I poured the pasta into the pot of boiling water waited for it to be ready.

"Call your sister please, Alice," my mother instructed me. I groaned. I HATED speaking to Lacey. As far as I was concerned, she was the devil. But Mom had a rule that we had to come home for dinner every night so I dialed Lacey's phone number.

"Hello," Lacey said on the other line.

"You have to come home, Lay," I told her.

"No," Lacey said rudely before hanging up the phone.

"She won't come home," I told mom.

"Call again," my mom told me. I hit redial and Lacey answered on the first ring.

"Fine," she said. "I'm coming." she hung up and I returned to the stove to stir my spaghetti. It looked ready so I drained the water and added the sauce. I spooned a big helping of spaghetti onto my plate and tooik my spot at the table. When dad was around we used to pray before meals. Now we just dug in.

Lacey came though the door and scrunched up her nose.

"I don't feel like spaghetti," she whined. "I feel like..."

"A jelly sandwhich?" I interupted. I handed her a plate which held two pieces of white bread smothered in grape jelly. Lacey stared at me like I was crazy for a minute and then took the plate.

I had had a vision that Lacey would be in the mood for a jelly sandwhich (ew) so I fixed her up one ahead of time.

After supper, I did the dishes and swept the floor while Lacey and Mom watched TV (are you starting to get how things work around here?) I worked on my homework for a bit and then went straight to bed but didn't fall asleep for another three hours.

Pretty much a typical day in my boring life. But my boring life was about to become a bit more interesting.

So what did you think? I know I should be working on a new beginning but idk i just don't really feel like it. I'm not as into it as i was with S L O B S. I think I might finish this though. it's got an interesting plot.