Disclaimer - I don't own anything which is Twilight, its Stephanie Meyers.

BPOV..

I woke up to the sound of my alarm clock screeching through my ears, disrupting my sleep. I groaned and slammed my palm against the source of the noise.
It was March 12th, six days until Alice birthday, and i still hadn't got her a present. If you were wondering, Alice is my best friend. We live together, and have done since we were in college, we instantly got along and I don't think we've ever had an argument.. It's only been the little things like what movie to watch on a friday. Alice Brandon is a top fashion designer, just like her parents. We also live with Rosalie Hale, yes it is Rosalie Hale, the supermodel. She's modelled for Chanel, D&G, Dior, basically everything you can think of. Both Alice and Rosalie are extremly pretty, and i'll admitt it, i've been jealous of them for ages. Rosalie has long blond hair, bright blue eyes, she's very tall with a perfect figure. Alice is tiny and pixel-like, with green eyes and she has short jet black hair which pokes out in every direction. So basically they're totally different from eachover. Apart from one thing they have in common, their passion for clothes, shoes, make-up and everything girly. Now you'd probably think i'm the same, with love for dresses and high heel shoes, but im really not. I'm just plain and boring. I prefer a good old pair of converse and jeans. I can't even walk in heels, i can hardly walk in flats without tripping over!

Anyway, Alice's birthday is in six days, and im freaking out here. I don't have a clue what to get her, and Rosalie isn't home until the day before Alice's birthday becuase she's at a photo shoot in Italy, so i have to buy Alice a present when Rosalie isn't here. Shit. I tumbled out of my warm bed and jumped into the shower. I washed my hair with my favourite strawberry shampoo and washed my body with soap. After relaxing in the shower for a while, i climbed out and wrapped a towel around my body.
I quickly dried my hair and left it wavy down my back, i put on a pair of blue jeans with a plaid shirt and black converse. I applied abit of mascara and lipgloss, becuase Alice hates it when i never wear any makeup, she thinks its boy-ish.
I walked out the door of the apartment and got into my black volvo, my father, Charlie, left in his will for me before he passed away, along with my mom, Renee, and my rusted red chevy truck. I remembered the day they died, it was tragic, they didn't deserve to die.

Flashback..

"Dad, SLOW DOWN! Your driving this thing faster than it'll go!" I panicked. If he would drive my 1980's Chevy it would probably burst into flames.
"BELLA MARIE SWAN, shut up! we need to get to this meeting A-S-A-P!" He shouted from across the seat.
"Charlie, don't shout at her, it's not her fault, you are driving pretty speedy..." My mother said calmy, putting her hand on his, rubbing it soothingly.
"Look, If you two don't stop going on about my driving"- He looked over the front seat and gave me evil stares "Then you'll both-"
Then there was a crash and everything went silent.

End Flashback

It was all my fault, if i wouldn't of shouted at him, it never wouldve happened. I never drove a car in months.
But i got Charlie's car, and it only made me feel worse. I try blocking out flash-backs and images that haunt my brain but sometimes when i see things that remind me, then i cant control it, it nearly brings me to tears.
Getting back to reality, I put the car into ignition and drove away to the mall, to start present hunting while Alice was at work, designing a new clothing collection.
I listened to Muse on the way, singing every word to the songs, a few people saw me through the windows and gave an are-you-insane look, i didn't care to be honest, i'd probably never see them again, so why not act like a freak?!
After my rock-out session, i relaxed to Debussy, i know it's a bit contrasted in the genre of songs, but im into most things. Music is music, right?
I carried on driving down the freeway, but i was nearly blinded by the light from the sun, so i slipped on my black Ray Ban Wayfarers, then it wasnt as bad.
Once i reached the mall, i parked in the nearest free space and climbed out the car. I hated shopping, i didn't know how anyone could ever like it. It hurts your feet.
So i trudged through the doors and made my way to hell on earth.

Authors Note: so... i hope you like the start of it, it's short but thats how i like it at the start.
i know it's only the start, but please review.. :)

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