Extended Summery:

Life was perfect for the spunky Alice Brandon. She had the best friends anyone could ever ask for. She was the captain of the cheerleading, dance, and gymnastics team. Every girl wanted to be her and every guy wanted to be with her. Yes, for the small stature high spirited Alice life was certainly good. But then again. Life tends to throw curve balls in your way. Her mother had passed a few years before Alice's life took a major turn. Her father loved his wife dearly and when she was gone he took to a new lover… the bottom of the bottle. People change when they have nothing left but grief and pain. Sometimes they inflict what they feel inside onto the ones they claim to love the most. Follow the most dramatic point in the life of Mary Alice Brandon and see what will come her way. Will she break? Or will someone show up and show her that she is truly a strong person.

Prologue:

"Oh my god Ali. I'm going to miss you so much this summer! You like have to call me like every day." I couldn't help but giggle at my friend Lauren. She was a sweet girl unless you were on her shit list, but for someone who was supposed to be one of the smartest people in our grade she was such a damn airhead. Though I was pretty sure she only got such good grade because of her private "study" sessions with the male teachers/

"Of course I will call you every chance I get." A car horn broke up our farewell. "That's my ride. I got to get going" I gave my friends one last hug before sprinting to my fathers BMW.

Excitement filled me to the core. My dad and I were finally taking a long needed vacation to San Francisco. The sun was what I was looking forward to the most… and the shopping. Granted I love my little town of Forks, but the was always need for a little change now and again. As I climbed in the passenger side of the car I knew something was wrong. My dad, who before the accident that took my mom, always had a smile on his face. But the man driving the car wore a grim expression with something burning behind his eyes. Something I could only describe as a look of pure evil. His lips turned into a cruel sneer and I knew we weren't going on vacation. Something terrible was going to happen… and I was going to be on the receiving end of whatever that may be.

We arrived at home not 20 minutes later. This was supposed to be the time I would use to finish packing my bags and getting my dad to hurry up. (he is always the slow poke of the family. Typical male huh?). But as I walked through the threshold of the house things started turning for the worst… as I had feared. The coffee table was overturned and items were scattered everywhere. It looked like we had been robbed or a burglar came in and trashed the whole house. Before I could turn to ask what was going on a sharp blow to the head knocked me on my knees.

"hahaha. Welcome to the best summer of your life Mary Alice." my father's evil cackle filled the room.

I awoke with drenched in a cold sweat. My nightmare.. or memory was still so fresh even though it happened 2 years ago. I couldn't help the tears that started falling from my eyes as I remembered my life as it used to be. That one summer and what happened after that ruined it all. I no longer had friends, I couldn't wear my cute outfits that i was known for instead I stick to wearing baggy jeans and huge over sized hoodies. And the tears came down even harder as I thought of the thing I missed most. My teams. I could no longer physically handle cheer, dance, or gymnastics. So I had to quit them all. And I'm giving all this up and changing as I have, I have become a leper. A social pariah. No one talked to me unless spewing their words of hate and disgust. It takes everything I have within me to stay in school and tough it out.

'One more year' I thought to myself. It was the first day of school my senior year. The light at the end of the tunnel was shinning brightly and I sure as hell and running towards it at full speed.

*A/N* Yay. First story. I'll try to update as quickly as humanly possible. I can't wait to write this. There just aren't enough Jasper/Alice stories. Constructive Criticism WELCOMED!!!!