Hey everyone. First of all, I would like to thank you sooo much for deciding to read my story.
Second of all, I would like to thank Sam, Aimee, Emily and Laura for saying that I should put this story on here.
And last but not least I would like to tell you that I do not own ANY of these characters, they are Stephenie Meyers creation.
Now I'll stop talking and let you read. I really hope you enjoy it!

tomboy-4-life-911

Chapter 1-Snake eyes

Beep, beep, beep, beep.

I woke up to the sound of my 7:00am alarm getting me up for school. It was Thursday. I had the usual pain in my chest but there was something else which I couldn't quite place. I slowly walked over to the window to find that Charlie's cruiser had gone. At least that was one less thing to worry about.

I walked even slower to the bathroom to have my morning shower but I let out an ear-piercing scream when I looked in the mirror. The eyes that were staring back at me were blood-red. The thing that scarred me the most was not the eyes but the fact that they reminded me of himwhen he needed to hunt. I literally felt the void in my chest tear open but that was all. There was no pain or dizziness, or a sudden urge to clutch my chest to keep it from breaking into a million pieces. Just a void. This was the moment that I decided to call Carlisle. But how?

As if somebody knew that I needed to contact him (how ironic!), I saw Carlisle and Alice's e-mail addresses on my bedside table. I knew that this was all Alice's idea because Edward would have found a way to stop them from getting here one way or another.

The thing that I didn't understand was that if Alice saw this coming then why didn't she do something about it earlier?

I'm so sorry it was such a short chapter!!! I will DEFINITELY write more in the next chapter (if you want me to write another chapter, that is).
Like I said before, I really hope you have enjoyed it so far and I hope you like it enough for me to write another chapter.

Yours sincerely,
tomboy-4-life-911

P.S. Please R&R. It means so much to me to know what you think of my stories.