Author's Note: Okay, I only got one review for the preface and I know more people read it! Okay, maybe there wasn't much to review. I was gonna wait a while before putting the 1st chapter on but I decided to be nice and update. Don't expect much for a bit though!! Please review this time!!!!

~Pixie aka Ally (for those of you who have read my profile, yeah my names Nicole but my middle name is Alison and I hate my first name so I go by Ally).

Chapter 1

My father drove me to the airport in silence. It was a beautiful day in Biloxi, the sky a clear blue, the only blemish being the bright sun. To others today was a happy one filled with laughter and fun. But to me, today was a sad one. The good weather seemed to mock me, taunting even. For today was the day that I would move away from Biloxi. In Washington State, there was a small town called Forks which seemed to be under a near constant cloud of rain. In this gloomy and extremely green place, lived my mother.

When I was a small baby, my father, Matthew Brandon, left her, taking me with him, knowing 17 year-old Louisa Hill was not fit to look after a child on her own. Every year, at the summer and occasionally Christmas, I would go to Forks and visit my mother. Well, nearly every year. Two years ago I had decided I would never go back there. I mean, come on!!! The place didn't even have a mall! But now, I exiled myself to this place. My own personal hell-hole. I did this for my father's sake. He had recently acquired a new floozy- I mean girlfriend, who adored travelling. So much that in the 2 months they had been together she had spent 3560 dollars. My father wanted to travel with her but because I needed to go to school and couldn't go with them, dad had stayed with me. I know I hate her (Danielle aka floozy) but dad liked her so I offered to go to Forks. So here I am. My father's voice snapped me out of my thoughts.

"Alice, are you sure you want to do this?"

"Yes, dad! I….I miss mom and need to see her more, you know that. And this way everybody's happy!" I argued.

I didn't want to say I was doing it for him. He'd never let me go!

"Okay sweetie. I'll see you soon" I nodded as the car stopped and I climbed out, "Oh, Alice?"

"Yeah?" I asked.

He reached into his wallet and pulled out a hundred dollar bill. He handed it to me and smiled.

"If you manage to find a mall you can buy something with it."

Damn him he knew my weakness! Okay everyone knows my weakness. Fine, I'll admit it. I , Alice Marie Brandon, am in love with clothes. The outfit I was wearing was a particular favourite of mine. A slightly above knew length grey dress with a really cool design on it, black ¾ length leggings, ballet flats and a black jacket (A/N the outfit Alice wore to meet Bella).

I said thanks to my dad and pulled my suitcases into the Airport with the help of a trolley. Soon enough, I was on the plane and falling asleep. When I woke up, the other passengers were getting off, so I got up, picked up my bag and got off. After collecting my suitcases, I went into the waiting area to find my mum. I saw her within a few minutes I saw her looking around anxiously. Her eyes fell upon me and I grinned waving at her. I ran over her as fast as I could with all my luggage and she enveloped me in a huge hug. Louisa was 8 inches taller than me (5'6) and had light brown hair which contrasted rather sharply with my inky black hair.

"Hi mom! It's great to see you!"

"Hello Alice." She wasn't much of a talker, my mom.

We hauled my luggage out and into the car before in ourselves. This car trip, just like the one with dad, was silent. I shivered, having forgot how cold it could get in Port Angeles. We pulled up at my mom's house and I hopped out of the car quickly hauling as much stuff as I could and opening the door. I spent the next half an hour taking all 3 suitcases up to my room. Then I remembered the 'going away' present my dad had given me. The canary yellow Porsche 911 Turbo which currently sat in the garage just waiting to be driven. I sighed and looked around the room. I noticed it had been painted a shade of violet since I was last here, but other-wise, it was exactly the same. The bed and desk were still there, aswell as the small closet. That thing would never fit even ½ of my clothes let alone all of them. When I finished unpacking it was dark so I went downstairs to watch some TV.

Eventually, it was late so I went back to my room and got changed for bed. Most of the night I stared at the ceiling desperately missing Dad and my half sister Cynthia.

Thankfully, when I got up, Louisa had left for work, so I changed quickly, ate my breakfast and hurried to the garage to see my Porsche. I grinned madly at the sight of it. It looked fantastic and drove even better. Of course people stared at my flashy car but I didn't care. I'd never been one to care what others thought of me.

I found a parking space and made my way to the Front Office and introduced myself to the receptionist.

"Um, hi I'm Alice Brandon."

I saw the recognition in her eyes when I said my name. Let's just say my father and I had a rather dramatic leave.

"Of course! Here's your time-table, map of the school, just get all your teachers to sigh this slip and come came after school with it alright dear? I hope you like it here in Forks." She smiled smoothing her hideous maroon shirt.

I said thanks and left the building and glanced at my time-table to see my first class. Chemistry, oh joy! Soon I found my homeroom and handed my slip to the teacher, Miss McKeown. She widened her eyes as she read it. I rolled my eyes as she told me to sit in between two raven-haired girls. They smiled identically at me.

"Hi, I'm Lyra Cullen and this is my twin sister Marisa. You're Alice Brandon right?" one of them said.

"Yeah, nice to meet you." I smiled, shaking their hands.

"What's your first class?" Lyra asked

"Chemistry. I hate it though. My last teacher was horrible and I'm crap at the subject. What about-" I was cut off by the sound of a bell ringing.

As the students heard that sound, they bolted for the door and, in the process of trying to get out the classroom, I lost the twins. Just as I made it out of the door, a skinny tall boy with slick black hair and a skin problem stopped me.

"You're Alice yeah? I'm Eric, Eric Yorkie. What do you have next?" he said

"Chemistry with Montoya, building 2."

For some unknown reason he was overjoyed at the fact we had the same class. He walked me there, talking about teachers and Fork and the school in general. After 2 minutes of talking to him, I had deemed him as the overly helpful nerdy type. I didn't mean to sound bad but he was! As soon as Chem started I was ready to kill myself. Montoya made me stand up and introduce myself in front of everybody, as did Mr Varner in Trig.

One of the Cullen twins sat with me in Spanish, I think it was Marisa, while a girl with wild curly hair sat with me in Trig, French and Chem. I met two other overly helpful boys by the names of Mike Newton and Tyler Crowley. I knew I was reasonably pretty but attracting so many boys was a bit un-nerving. Thankfully, the bell rang for lunch and the girl from 3 classes, whose name I finally remembered was Jessica, led me to her friends table. There I met Angela and Lauren along with the three boys. It was then, as I looked around the cafeteria, seeing people gawking at me, that I first saw them. They were coming through the cafeteria with such grace that even I, who had been compared to a ballerina, could not compare.

"Who are they?" I asked Jessica in wonder.

"Oh, them? That's the Cullen's."

I scanned each one's inhumanly beautiful face. There were three boys. One was huge, about a foot and a half taller than my 4'10. He had massive muscles, like a body builder's and short dark curly hair. The second one was more boyish and a bit shorter than the other but still tall enough to make me look like a midget. He was lanky with messy bronze hair. The last one was taller than the boyish one buy shorter than the body builder. He was muscular but not overly like the big one and he was lean and had a shock of longish honey-blond hair that hung to his shoulders.

The two girls were almost opposite. One was tall with a stunning figure and long golden hair that hung to her mid-back. The other was shorter but a good six inches taller than me. She was brunette and thin but not in the extreme like I was. None of them looked alike but at the same time, they were the same. They all had bruise-like shadows under their eyes which were an odd topaz-honey color and pale white skin. They were all perfect in each and everyway. Jessica turned to talk to me and noticed my staring. She smirked and opened her mouth to talk.

"That's Edward, Emmett and Bella Cullen and Rosalie and Jasper Hale. There's Lyra and Marisa Cullen aswell but they aren't there."

"Yeah, I've met the twins." I breathed, remembering the dark haired beauties as the blond guy placed his golden eyes on me.

Jessica giggled.

"Which one is he?" I asked, keeping my eyes locked with his.

"Jasper Hale. Totally gorgeous obviously, but he doesn't date. None of them do actually. Cause they're all together. Like together together. Edward and Bella and Emmett and Rosalie I mean." She blabbed.

"They don't look related." I said.

"Oh, they aren't. Well, Jasper and Rosalie are twins so are Lyra and Marisa. Rosalie is the blond girl, Emmett is the really big guy, Bella is the brunette and Edward is the bronze-haired one." She pointed to each one in turn as subtlety as she could (which really wasn't very subtle at all).

"How do their parents cope with all those kids?" I wondered

"They act like angels. They're grades are perfect and they don't cause any trouble at all!" Jessica scoffed.

I thought she was probably jealous of them. In fact, I think everyone was. Every time I looked at them, someone else was staring. I glanced back for a last time, my hair swishing around my face, to see Jasper Hale with flaring nostrils, grab the book in front of him and dash out of the canteen. I looked in shock at the door and wondered what in the world had caused him to act like that. Eventually, lunch ended and I went to art. Thankfully, I was good at the subject so time passed quickly and I started to go to English. One of the girls I had sat with at lunch, Angela, walked me there. I was glad I had at least one real friend at this school. When we reached the class, Angela went to her seat and my heart sunk. She already had a partner. I had to sit beside someone I didn't know. Great….. I handed my teacher the slip and she pointed to the only empty seat. The seat that just happened to be beside the undeniably gorgeous Jasper Hale. I took the seat and smiled at him, offering my hand. His face looked repulsed but he forced a small smile and shook it anyway. Now I was rather annoyed with him. No-one had ever hated me before. At least, not when they'd just met me anyway.

"Hi, I'm Alice Brandon." I gave him my most charming smile, determined to make him like me.

"Jasper Hale." He choked out.

It sounded like he was trying not to breath. From then on he ignored me so I did the same to him. I chanced a look at him and was a bit shocked at what I saw. His golden eyes had turned to a cold, hard black and his look of repulsion had turned into outright hate. As soon as the bell rang he shot out the door, leaving me shell-shocked. How could he hate me so passionately? I scowled and headed to the Front Office where I was surprised to see Jasper arguing with the receptionist.

"Look, all I want you to do is change English for me! I don't care what class!" I heard him hiss in a melodic voice.

"I'm sorry Mr Hale but it's just not possible." Mrs Cope replied calmly.

Jasper suddenly breathed in and stiffened. He turned his head slightly in my direction.

"I'll just have to endure it then." He said coldly and pushed past me and out the door.

I went up to the desk.

"How was your first day, dear?" she said kindly.

"Great thanks." I lied.

Although I was usually good at lying, I think she could tell I wasn't telling her the truth. I gave her the teacher slip and left to go to my car. When I got in, the whole Jasper-hating-me thing and the stress of moving and missing my family crashed into m and tears filled my eyes so that my vision was clouded and when I got on the road, I nearly crashed the Porsche twice.

A/N: Hey, thanks for reading and please review. If you do, I'll throw in a virtual Cullen or Quileute of your choice and a cookie!!! Everybody loves cookie right? I might even get the next chapter out quicker!! Hint hint…..