Alice

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It's As Easy as A, B, C

Alice POV

This is it. I was now officially sixteen years old. We were still living in Alaska. I was still only four feet and ten inches. We would be moving in a year or so. And with each year, I got closer to the day when I would be changed into a vampire. Yes!

But now, there was an even more important matter at hand. It was the time, the difference between pass or fail in life, for every teenager to have ever lived.

Drivers' Ed.

I'd been training for this moment all my life. I observed as the rest of my family drove in their cars. I played racing video games with Emmett. Every time we saw an arcade, I would race inside and start playing on their racing games.

Edward laughed. "Alice, you can't really believe that it would be that easy?"

"Yes, I can!" I shouted back defiantly. "I will ace this test."

"You want to bet on that?" Edward challenged.

"Bet? Did someone say bet?" Emmett asked eagerly, rushing into the room.

"What's the wager?" I demanded, ignoring my giant monkey of a brother.

"If you don't ace the test, you have to wash my car – by hand." Edward smirked.

"And when I ace the test," I shot back, glaring at him, "you have to buy me William Kinkaid's flute that was made in 1939 by the Verne Q. Powell Company, in mint condition."

"Alright. Deal." We shook hands. Emmett frowned.

"Aw, you guys forgot to include me!" he whined. "I would have bet on Alice."

"Why?" Edward asked, puzzled.

"Because of her psychic future power thing!"

"Ugh, I forgot about that," Edward muttered, covering his face with his hands. I smiled triumphantly.

"Ha, I see myself acing the test! You better go get a head start and look up that flute." I strutted away proudly.

I took the test the next day. I wrinkled my nose at the student drivers' car. It was a dusty black Toyota with seats that smelled like spilled coffee.

"Whoo wee, I sure don't feel jealous of you right now, Alice," Emmett gasped, waving the air in front of his face jokingly.

"Shut up," I muttered, stalking over to the car. My testing instructor was an elderly old lady who looked like one small gust of wind could blow her over in a second.

"Cullen Alice? Cullen Alice! Where is Cullen Alice?" she wheezed.

"It's Alice Cullen," I muttered.

"Okay, get over here, Alaska." She waved her hand over at me, and I plopped down in the driver's seat while Emmett and Edward laughed hysterically. Old Lady (my new nickname for her) squinted at her clipboard and looked up at me suspiciously. "Miss Len, are you sure that you're old enough to be driving? You look like a little kid, I mean."

I huffed. "For your information, I am sixteen years old. I'm just vertically challenged." I started the ignition and waited for her signal.

"Alright, alright, go."

I smoothly pulled out of the parking lot – and, I have to admit, just like a pro. Edward scowled at me as I waved at him. I am so going to win that William Kinkaid flute.

Jazzy smiled at me as I passed by him. Good luck, he mouthed. I smiled back at him as I turned onto the street. Old Lady and I waited at a stoplight.

Originally, my family hadn't wanted me to learn how to drive until after I was changed into a vampire, when I would be more indestructible and less easy to break in a car accident. But in my opinion, that took the whole fun out of driving, the adrenaline that I would feel when I raced along the streets, the thrill and fear of risking my life. I won the argument, though I, of course, didn't use these particular points for my side of the argument. Emmett and Edward had been on my side, and Carlisle was neutral.

The light changed to green. I drove ahead. "Turn left at the next turn," Old Lady announced. I turned left. We eventually got onto a freeway. Then I got a vision. A split second after I got it, it actually happened.

A white car had sharply pulled to the lane on its right. A motorcycle had been driving up that lane and hit the car when it made contact with the car in front of me. I screeched to a stop, while Old Lady began to freak out. The motorcyclist was lying on the ground, motionless.

I quickly got out of the car and ran over. "What's your name?" I shouted over all of the commotion as I knelt down by him.

"Pa – Patrick," he gasped, twitching his fingers.

"Okay, Patrick, I need you to stay still, lie down. My dad's a doctor, and he's going to be coming soon, okay?" The biker merely nodded before dropping his head down on the asphalt. I was already pulling out my cell phone and dialing the numbers.

"Alice, what is it?" Carlisle's voice asked.

"There's been an accident on the freeway just off the main street. There's a motorcyclist. He's in critical condition. Come quick, please!"

"We'll be right there. Make sure that he doesn't move!" He hung up. I took in a deep breath. "Alright, Patrick, don't move, okay? You have to keep still." I could hear a car pulling up.

"Patrick, my name is Carlisle, and I'm a doctor. I'm here to help." Carlisle knelt down by Patrick and quickly opened his medical bag. I could feel the rest of my family pulling me up.

"Well, that was a very eventful Driver's Ed. Lesson," Emmett commented.

I heard a car horn honking. It was Old Lady. "Miss Len, get back in here, or you won't be able to get a retest!" she warned me. I sighed.

"I have to go. See you later." I quickly ran back to the car and continued on with the lesson. I used my visions to tell me what to do. I aced it. Sweet!

I held up my paper proudly and waved it in front of Edward's face. "Ha! You owe me that flute, Edward!"

He scowled.

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