Alice's Diary
I was born April 2nd, and as the saying goes, I had a silver spoon in my mouth. My parents were very wealthy, no door was left closed to a Brandon. I am Mary Alice Brandon, the only child of Kathy and Martin Brandon. There was nothing I couldn't buy, everything a girl could ever want resided in my bedroom. All but one thing, my parents love.
From the moment of my birth I was given to a nanny, the only time I saw my mother was when we were at a party, making an apperance. It was a sad and lonely childhood, no nanny stayed for long. Who could blame them, who wanted to raise a child that was not their own?
July, Five years old
"Come along, Mary, your mother and father are waiting for you!" Laura, my then-nanny said. "Careful not to mess your hair!"
I trotted carefully, in my pretty new blue sundress. My long black hair was piled in curls on my head. I felt prettier than any princess. When we got to the door, a town car was waiting for us. My mother and father were standing outside.
"Momma, Daddy!" I yelled, rushing to hug them. I had not seen them in three months, they had been doing buisness in Europe. I crashed into my mothers legs, hugging her tightly.
She patted my back gingerly. "Careful now Mary, you're dirtying mummy's new skirt."
"Alright all," my father said impatiently. "The Govenor is not a patient man."
Laura placed me carefully into the car, and my father and mother slid in on either side, and then we were off.
"Momma, I learned to tied my shoes! I can do it now all by myself!" I said, puffing my chest out with pride.
"Great Job, Mary, now lets have some quiet time." My mother said, powdering her nose.
I concentrated on staying quiet, which was not easy when I had so many things to say.
Finally, we pulled up to the Govenor's big brick house. There were countless people there, each in various patterns of red, white and blue. As we got out, a very round stout man greet us.
"Brandon!" the man shouted. "How the hell are you!?"
My mother quickly grabbed my hand, and we both turned and smiled.
"Very well, Govenor, how are you?" my father answered smoothly.
"Good, good! Kathy, you look more beautiful everytime I see you."
"Oh, Govenor," my mother cooed. "You are quite the charmer."
"Part of the job," the govenor said, and my parents and him laughed. I didn't get it. When the laughter subsided, he noticed me.
"My goodness! Is this little Mary? She's growing like a weed!" the govenor said, beaming at me. "How are you, sweetheart? How old are you now?"
My mother caught my eye, and I knew what to do.
"I'm five!" I said holding up my hand. "I'm much better now that we're at your house!" I said with a little curtsy. My mother nodded her head in approval, and my face broke into a smile.
"Now there's a charmer!" the govenor said, roaring with laughter. He patted my head. "Now, you don't need to hang around us boring adult any more, Sweetheart, you go around to the backyard, I think your friend is waiting for you!"
My mother nodded, and I scampered away to find Rosalie. Rosalie was at every party I went to with my parents, she was my bestest and only friend. I ran around the sprawling house and found my self in a very large grassy yard. There were a group of kids playing with sparklers, and I could pick Rosalie's bouncing blonde curls from way back here. I ran to her.
"Rosalie!" I cried out.
"Alice!" she sang and flew towards me, dropping her sparkler. We caught each other in a hug, and giggled with excitement.
"I missed you!" Rosalie said, letting go of me.
"I missed you too! You look so pretty!" I said looking at her. It was true. Her long golden blonde hair was pulled into two pigtails, each one cascading into bouncy curls. She was dressed in a red sundress with white lace trimming and a blue bow around her middle She looked like a little porcline doll all done up.
"You know how my momma is," she said heavily. I knew this too. Rosalie was lucky enough to have her mommy around all the time. But her mom always wanted Rosalie to look her best…and that's not always fun. "You look pretty too. Is that a new dress?"
"Of course!" I said giggling, and she followed suit. "What do you want to do? Play house?"
"Yeah! Let's see if we can get anyone else to play!" Rosalie suggested looking around. "How about Edward?"
I thought about it. Edward was a small boy with light brown hair and green eyes. He was nice, but he could be really mean too.
"I dunno, Rosalie…Remember last time…" I warned her. "Remember? First he was so bossy, then he pulled our hair because he said we weren't playing right.
"Let him try to do that again!" Rosalie said bravely. So, against my better judgment, we marched over to Edward who was sword fighting with sparklers.
"EDWARD!" we called, and he looked around, causing him to be burned by the boy he was sword fighting against.
"OUCH!" He yelled. Then his eyebrows furrowed together as he turned to face the boy. "You better watch it!" Then he turned to face us.
"What do you two want?" he said examining the burn on his hand.
"We want you to play house with us?" we asked. He concidered for a moment. Then crossed his arms and stuck out his chin.
"Depends on who my wife is," he said cockily. Rosalie and I looked at eachother.
"Rosalie," I said, and Rosalie punched my arm. I laughed.
"Alright then," Edward said, looking Rosalie up and down. "What are you?" he asked me.
"I'm your daughter!" I said giggling.
"Where's out house?" Edward asked, looking wary. I looked around.
"Those bushes over there," I said pointing. They nodded, and we ran over, Rosalie and I ran inside right away. Edward paused for a moment, then marched through the front door.
"Darling!" he called obnoxiously in a really deep voice. "I'm home!"
"Daddy!" I called back in a baby voice. I ran over and gave him a hug and kiss on the cheek.
"Bleh!" he said, wiping his face. I pretended not to notice.
"Wife!" he called to Rosalie. "Wife, where's my dinner?"
"Make it yourself you pig!" she yelled at him. "Alice and I are going shopping."
She tugged on my arm and we walked out the door.
"Now wait just one minute," Edward called, his voice back to normal. "That's not how you play."
"I can play however I want!" Rosalie called back.
"Oh, yeah?" asked Edward going over to meet her.
"Yeah!" she said staring him down. They were toe to toe, I stood to the side, knowing I'd have to break it up soon.
"OH, YEAH?!" He shouted, shoving a finger against her shoulder. Rosalie took both hands and shoved as hard as she could. Edward fell over backwards, "Yeah!!" She said as she stood over him. He angrily got back up and brushed himself off. I place a hand on each one of their shoulders.
"Now guys," I said cautiously. They both glared at me. I backed away, hands up.
"Edward Mason, you are so mean!" Rosalie said. Edward reached forward and before I could stop him he pulled, hard on Rosalie's pigtail. She started crying and ran back into our house. I looked at him for a second.
"Her momma's gonna get real mad at her, and it's all your fault Edward. That wasn't very nice!" I yelled at him.
"You girls are such babies!" he said back.
"She's gunna get a spanking all because of YOU!" I said.
"It's just a pigtail," he said looking away, but I could see the guilt in his eyes.
"Her momma doesn't like when Rosalie messes her hair," I say glancing at Rosalie who is trying to fix her hair. "You should say your sorry." Edward's shoulder's slumped.
"I guess so." He said slowly, and I lead him back into the house.
"Rosalie, Edward has something to say," I annouce, shoving him forward.
"Rosalie, I'm really sorry, I didn't know your momma didn't like you messing up your hair." Edward said, staring at the ground.
"You should be!" Rosalie said, sniffing and wiping away tears. I glared at her. "But it's okay, I shouldn't have been so mean to you.
"Group hug!" I say and force both of them together.
"For someone so small, you sure are annoying," Edward said to me pushing away from both of us.
A loud boom sounded from above us, and we looked up. Bright sparks were raining down from the sky.
We all ooohed and ahhhhed. The three of us ran back to the clearing where the adults had joined the kids and everyone's face was to the sky.
We sat on the grass next to each other, Rosalie on one side, Edward on the other, and we watched the fireworks. Even though I knew that my momma and daddy would be leaving again soon, I didn't let it bother me, for now I had my friends and I was happy.
