CHAPTER 55 - ALICE

I press myself against the headboard and lean my head against the wall, listening intently to the conversation on the other side. It all sounds like Charlie Brown's teacher talking...Whomp whomp, wa whomp whomp whomp...Throwing myself down on the bed, I bury my face in the plush duvet and try to cook up a story for my folks if Bella decides to move out. They might make me move to Natchez to take care of Memaw.

I scream into my blankets and kick my legs in frustration, pausing only when I hear footsteps in the hall outside my room.

"Her door is closed. I don't think she's out here, Bella."

"Good, there's your pants...God, where's your other shoe? I wanna get out of here!"

"Found it!" Edward cheers. "You want me to grab the ice cream?"

There's a lingering moment of silence, and then I hear the door open and then close, locks engaging. She's gone. Shit.

I'm so screwed.


Alice is far from my favorite in the Saga. I'm having fun rocking her world.