So I was writing chapter nine of Violet Hill and I had a thought. What if I wrote Twilight, only Bella was a vampire and already with Edward: Jasper would be the "Edward" so to speak, and Alice would be the "Bella." So here it is.

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight. I am only thankful to Stephenie Meyer for her amazing characters which I love so much. Many thanks so Paramore, for the title of the song, Brighter. Check it out on iTunes. Its totally an amazing song 4 Twilight.

I pulled up to school in my ancient, beat up Volkswagon bug. It was bright yellow. Great. Just what color I needed, because I really needed more attention that I was going to get.

I unlocked the door and stepped out. The first thing that I noticed was that my foot was soaked because I had stepped in a huge puddle. I carefully stepped over the puddle with my other foot, and headed to the back. I popped the trunk and pulled my plaid L.L. Bean schoolbag out. With a map of the campus in hand, I headed off to what would be my locker.

The rain was pouring down. My hair, which was already sort-of wet, got soaked. I pulled the hood of my new, brown jacket over my head and started off for class.

A boy with jet black hair approached me. "Hi!" he greeted. "I'm Eric Yorkie! I'm editor of the school newspaper. Let me know if you need anything."

It was good to know that I would have no trouble making friends. I had been on the campus for five minutes and already I "knew" somebody.

"Hi," I replied. "My name is Alice. I just moved here from New York."

He gestured for me to show him his schedule. "Oh, I see that we have algebra together. Here, I'll show you where to go."

Eric took me all though the campus to building number five. He opened the door and let me go through first. He seemed really nice. My math teacher was really nice too. Ms. Campbell didn't make me stand if front of the class and introduce myself. Even though I wasn't fond of the rain, I knew that I would like it here.

I had lived with my dad in New York City ever since I was young. My mom left him and me when I was five and moved to Forks to be with this guy who she claimed she was falling in love with. Six months later, they broke up, but my mom stayed in Forks. I spent a month every summer at her house, and the rest of the time I was with my dad.

By lunch, I was exhausted, having to move from class to class, each one in a different building. My petite frame could only hold out for so long. Moving all the time (or every 45 minutes) was starting to wear me out.

I sat down with the group of kids that Eric was friends with: Mike Newton, Angela Weber, Jessica Stanley, some Lauren girl, Tyler Crowley, and Eric himself. As I was sitting, I saw them walk through the door.

They were beautiful. I turned to Angela. "Who are they?" I queried, a star-stuck gaze frozen on my face.

"Oh...them? They're the Cullens. Don't even bother, they don't talk to anyone but Cullens."

She then proceeded to tell me who they were. "The blonde one, that's Rosalie. She's beautiful, and she's with Emmett, the big guy who looks like he's gonna eat everyone in this room. That's Bella. She kind of keeps to herself, but she's nice, or so I hear, and she's with Edward, the insanely gorgeous guy who looks emo. And the guy who looks kind of punk-ish. That's Jasper. He's the only one by himself. See, they live together, but their...together."

"Is that even legal?" Jessica interjected.

"I dunno," Angela said. "You see, Dr. Cullen, this really awesome doctor and his wife, yeah, they all adopted them, but their, dating each other. Its so weird."

"Well, don't put it past them. Consider how weird they are," Jessica said, biting into her burger.

I turned around and looked at them. They were gorgeous. Then, Jasper, the punk-ish one, turned, and stared right at me.

My friends looked at me. "Jasper. Cullen. is. staring. at. YOU." Jessica notified.

For some reason, I couldn't take my eyes away from his. They were a deep, coal black, with dark shadows underneath them. He looked very beautiful, and while most girls would have turned away by now to gush about it with their friends, I couldn't take my eyes off of him, and he wouldn't stop staring at me.

We sat through the remainder of lunch like that. Suddenly, I had lost my appetite, and dumped the rest of my food in the garbage, then went to biology.

All of my new, so to speak, "friends" were in this class with me, but they all had lab partners. The one seat that was open was next to him. Jasper Cullen. I don't know why, but, when he saw me, his face twisted with pain and he covered his nose with his hand. I had no idea what was wrong, but I sat there with my new textbook in hand. It was not a pleasant experience, considering he stared at me the entire time.

A few seconds before the bell rang, he stood up and stormed his way out of the class. Great, it was my first day at a new school, I barely knew anybody, and I was already hated by the notorious Jasper Cullen.

I counted down the hours until school was over. When the final bell rang, I wound my way through a series of buildings until I readched teh administration building. I walked inside, and then I saw him, Jasper Cullen, standing at the counter. Was there any place where I could escape his icy glare. "Surely there must be something else open," he persuaded.

"Just a minute, hun," she called to me, then turned back to the beautiful boy who seemed to be so angry. I stood off to the side and overheard their conversation. "No, I'm sorry," she apologized. "There is no other sciences open."

He scowled. "Fine, I'll just have to try to survive," he growled as he stormed past me and out to the parking lot.

I moved up to the counter. "How was your first day?" she asked, coming out from the other side of the counter.

"It was..." I paused, looking for the right words, "... interesting."

"Good. I can tell that you're going to like it here at Forks High. You will be happy here," she told me.

"Thanks," I said, then walked outside to find my car.

Rain was pouring down once again. I found my bug and put the key into the ignition. The windshield wipers turned on. I closed the door behind me, then started off toward my house.

I turned on the radio. Soft, indie rock started to flow through the speakers. I drove by at least 500 trees before I reached my house. I pulled into the driveway. My mom wasn't home, but I didn't mind. I liked the quiet.

I pulled my MacBook out of my bag and started on my homework. I could tell, even though I was still new to Forks, that my life was about to be interesting. Very, interesting....

So what did you think? I kind of wrote it on a whim. It's pretty true to the plot of Twilight, only I twisted it a little bit to conform to my thoughts. (For example, Jasper as a punk, or not.) I promise I'm still continuing on Violet Hill, but I also want to write this too. I'll try to alternate stories, but I can promise that there will be more of both.

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