Wow, I'm sorry about the last chapter! My stupid computer doesn't have word so I have to type this on AppleWorks. Fun stuff! Last chapter was mainly an intro, kay? So... I hope you enjoy! And I hope this chapter works out better!

Brrrrrrrriiiiiiiinnnnngg!

I had to get that alarm clock out last night... Why? Why do I insist upon torturing myself? It's a Saturday, for crying out loud. Saturday. The time when you sleep all day.

Had I unpacked everything? I think I had, due to my sad lack of clothing, as my mother calls it. Maybe I'll go shopping today and make her happy. Groan.

I crawled out of bed shivering and ran to the bathroom. When I finished my shower, I dried my hair quickly, threw on jeans and a tee-shirt, and hurried downstairs to make myself some cereal. I pretty much inhaled the small flakes (and by inhaling I mean I swallowed them so quickly that I choked a couple of times). I couldn't wait to try out my new truck for the first time! Wait... keys... I glanced around until I saw an orange sticky note on the counter with two keys on top of it. I read the note:

The one marked in red is the house key, the one in blue is the truck. There's also an extra house key on the underside of the heart-shaped leaf on the fake plant by the door. I thought you might like to be able to get in and out of the house and your truck today.

-Dad

I smiled to myself. That's sweet. (Not nice. I read in my english book the other day that the word nice meant frivolous a long long time ago.) Okay... so... I guess I need clothing. I headed towards the door, pulled on the enormous parka that I had placed on the coat rack the night before, and went outside. It wasn't actually raining, contrary to all my previous experiences with Forks. I looked up at the sky warily. Oh, that explains it. It was extremely cloudy.

I walked out to the amazing and glorious truck. And... accidently planted my face in the former flower garden. Ow. Must have missed seeing whatever it was I tripped on. I righted myself and looked around. Not only was there nothing on the ground by my feet, but the ground by my feet was totally flat. I felt heat rise to my face and was very glad (and hopeful that I was correct in thinking) that there was nobody around. If there were, I'm sure they would be worried for a second and then start cracking up at me. Possibly not even worried for a second.

I drove to Port Angeles. No easy feat, I'm telling you. If I didn't have all of three outfits, I wouldn't have been doing this.

When I arrived, I began searching with my eyes for *gulp* the mall.

Oh, no. Not possible. The mall could not be the huge building in front of me. No way. But, sure enough, it was. Renée could have parties here! I was suddenly grateful that the passenger seat was empty of my mother. I parked in the enormous lot, grabbed my keys, and shuffled in on of the entrances through a restaurant. I wouldn't want any of my future classmates seeing me enter this place. Dante had the impression of hell wrong -- he had obviously never visited a mall. Lucky, lucky man. As I exited the restaurant sneakily, I wondered why any self-reespecting man would be caught dead here. Then, an interesting sight presented itself to me from the other side of the mall. A short girl with short black hair and a tall girl with long, wavy blonde hair were obviously ordering the tall blonde guy and tall, burly guy with dark curly hair behind them to come into a store with them. The guys hung their heads and followed grudgingly. Two thoughts came to my mind.

First: That is the reason. Girls usually bring guys to the mall.

Second: Whipped.

I looked at the directory that I had snatched from a bench... okay, from next to a sleeping guy with awesome hair that looked... well, the closest comparison I had for it was bronze. But he wouldn't need it! He was missing out on the enthralling shopping experience. Sarcasm fully intended. He probably ran away from some terrorizing girl who dragged him here. Lucky, him. He had a choice.

I realized that I needed to go where the spectacle I had just seen went. I groaned, but wandered in. I eyed the more revealing outfits warily and sped to the back of the store, where they seemed to have my size in comfortable apparel. I apparently wasn't looking at where I was going or my feet. Miiiiiiiisss-take.

"OhmigoshIamsosorry!Ididn'tseeyouImustbetheclumsiestpersononthefaceoftheplanetandpossiblyeventhegalaxy--"

"Calm down," grinned the little pixie under me -- with black hair. One of the girls I had seen.

"Whoa, did I just hear you tell someone to calm down, Alice? Are you feeling alright?" shouted a booming voice from the other side of a mannequin.

"Ow!" it said a couple of seconds later. The girl under me snorted. Wait a second... under me! I was still on top of her!! Poor girl, she probably can't breathe!

"AaaaH! I'm sorry again!" I practically yelled, scrambling up. She bounced up.

"I'm Alice," she stated.

"Oh, yeah, I'm Bella." The huge one came out from behind the mannequin.

"I'm Emmett, hope you can stop Alice and Rose from their shopping rampage." Ahah! The booming voice making fun of Alice!

"Hey, Alice? Should I get this tank top in red or blue?" a female voice said.

"Ooh, Rose! Get over here and meet Bella! Red, by the way, but maybe the blue on Bella...." Alice looked at me, a speculating glint in her eye. I gulped nervously and tried to think of ways to escape from this shop peacefully. Huh... run would probably work best... I turned a made a beeline for the exit. Or tried to. Why can't I stop bowling people over? Oh, great, it's two this time!

"I'm really sorry for knocking you over, but whoever you are, you just foiled my escape from Alice plan," I grumbled. I pulled myself up and stuck my hands out to help them up. They were the two blondes from the group. And they were cracking up. I pouted.

"These are Rosalie, or Rose, and Jasper," Alice introduced.

"Can people stop laughing at me?" I whined.

"It's not you, it's what you said," Jasper gasped.

"Why, what did she say?" Emmett asked curiously.

"She said, 'I'm really sorry for knocking you over, but whoever you are, you just foiled my escape from Alice plan'!" Rose got out. Emmett started cracking up with them. Alice just looked up at me. Her eyes seemed to grow to almost inhuman proportions and I found myself wanting to to berate myself for putting that expression on her face.

"Do... do you mean... that you wouldn't want to... to shop with me?" Her lips trembled heart-rendingly.

"No, no, of course I din't mean that! I would love to shop with you! I'm sorry for saying that, I'm really sorry...," I trailed off. Alice perked up almost immediately.

"It's okay, but in return, you have to let me buy you a wardrobe."

"Wait, what? You don't even know me!" I protested. She seemed to not pay attention.

"Uh-huh, uh-huh... What you're wearing, do you like that?"

I nodded and added, "This is one of my favorite outfits, but it's not like I have any choice. I have approximately three outfits. I just moved to Forks." She grinned a slow but huge grin.

"My point exactly." I felt like kicking myself, but knew that if I did, I would injure myself. After all, that is what usually happens when one kicks himself. Not that I would know or anything.

"Wait, but why would that prove any points?" I questioned, confused.

"No offense, sweetie, but that is not the most... attractive... of outfits." I could tell that she was trying to be diplomatic.

"Uh-huh, say that without 'sugary talk'."

"Your outfit looks horrible."
"Yeah, that's what I thought you were trying to say." I didn't see what was wrong with a black tee-shirt and jeans. They were extremely comfortable.

"Is that an 'Okay, Alice, I see exactly what you mean' or an 'Oh, fine, I'll give in unwillingly' or an 'Alice, I will never let you buy clothing for me. I will persist in being completely obstinate'?"

"Option three is very tempting, but I will have to choose option two," I replied cheekily.

"Knew it." She grinned full-on.

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"Alice, I can't carry any more bags," I groaned. Why me.....

"If only Edward were here... I wonder where he escaped to...," Rose sighed.

Alice's head whipped towards me.

"By any chance, did you see a guy with... bronze-ish hair before you ran us over?"

"Oh, you mean the guy I stole the directory from!" I remembered. And immediately blushed.

The group stared at me in shock and then started laughing.

"Well, sheesh, guys, I didn't think you enjoyed my comedian skills that much," I huffed. They only laughed harder.

"You stole a directory from Edward? What did he say?" Alice giggled.

I shrugged. "Nothing, he was asleep."

Alice grinned like a maniacal assasin on a mission. "Where was he? Chances are he's still there."

I led the way to the bench by the restaurant.

Emmett shushed us and positioned himself by Edward's ear. He took a large breath and emitted a loud,

"Edward! Wake up!"

He started awake and looked around. "Oh, crap, I thought I had escaped from Alice."

"Yeah, well, if I don't get to escape, then you don't either," I piped up.

"Who are you?" he queried,

"I'm Bella, a fellow captive of Alice. Nice to meet you, Edward."

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-Singer