Chapter Two- Alice

Alice, on the outside, seemed like a regular ordinary girl, she had a supporting family, a life. Alot of friends, and a high rate in the popularity chart. She was fairly beautiful as well, her hair was blonde, it fell upon her shoulders, it had a hint of brown added to it. Her eyes were blue, a dark blue, with a ring of hazel around the pupil. most of the guys went for her, she was smart, pretty, and nice.

Alice was sitting infront of her mirror, coming her hair. She was humming to herself. Her nails were still manicured from last week, when she and Becka went to the salon. They were chattering and laughing away.

Alice enjoyed bieng around Becka, they had so much in common, some painful and happy things. There wasn't one thing she couldn't tell Becka, but Maria on the other case, she had learned to keep her mouth shut around.

Alice smiled in the mirror, glancing at her red braces, her teeth were white, and they were straightening out now. She placed her hands into her mouth, pulling out two rubber band, small ones, which mad a snapping noise when she puled them off her braces.

She set them into a jar, she tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear, looking at her ears which were pierced twice, she was very happy with the selection she made this week, a set of butterflies and daises.

She straightened her speggetti strap, she stood up and smoothed the pink fabric, and moothed out her jeans, she nodded in approval, but frowned upon the bruises and scars lashed out in random places all over her arms and shoulers, and her legs

She cleared her throat, only to be interuppted by the sound of knocking, she slipped on her pink slippers and casually slithered to the door. She moved away soem of the blinds away from the window, there was Becka, looking around, Becka seemed to have been talking to herself.

Alice walked over to the door, she turned the knob and gently pulled the foor open, smiling. She grabbed Becka's wrist inviting her in rather fastly.

"Hey!" she said rather relieved it wasn't her step father.

"Hello." Becka said, jerking her wrist away from her grasp, she liked Alice's home, she sat down on the couch and looked up at Alice.

"Glad Brad isn't here." she commented.

Alice didn't like Brad, her stepdad, she walked over ot the kitched and came back out with a bag of hot cheetos, her handed Becka a bag, and opened her own.

"Me too." she said, shoving one into her mouth.

"So, did you talk to Colin today?" Becka asked, placing the bag onto her lap and leaning forward, waiting for some details.

Alice felt her cheeks burn red, Colin had been her crush for years, just heraing the very name made her heart skip a beat. She placed her hand on her chest and sighed dreamily, she sat dowqn next to Becka, she opened her eyes and looked at her, smiling.

"Yes! I said, hi!" Alice clapped and smiled.

"Good job!" Beacka said, rather impressed. It was an improvement, Alice had always been so shy, she'd never said high to him. So that left Becka to converse with him.

Becka looked around, she leaned her head against a cushion, and yawned and closed her eyes for a moment, thinking about the dream. She pplaced her hand on her wounded knee.

"I am so tired I didn't sleep at all." she said to Alice, as she took her hand away from her scarred knee.

"Was it the nightmare again?" Alice asked, a worried tone combined into her voice.

Becka glaned over at Alice, she arched her eyebrow. She nodded.

"But how did you know?" Becka asked.

"Remember? I can see other peoples dreams I---" Alice said but was interuppted by Becka.

"Have visions, see dead people," she froze and smiled at Alice and said in a scared tone, holding a pillow covering Becka's face. "I see dumb people, they're all around me, hey! I see you Alice!"

"Oh you Ho!" Alice tore the pillow away from Becka's grasp and threw it at Becka, Becka responded with a laugh as she caught the pillow, and lifted her eyebrow up and down a couple times.

"Oh-ho-ho! I see you are offended!" Becka replied, a french accent pitched into her voice.

Alice shook her head, and pushed Becka lightly.

Becka smiled, but as fast as it grew, it faded, she brought her hand up to her cheek, her elbow resting on her knee.

"You're thinking about Jesse again, aren't you?" Alice asked, concerned.

Becka, didn't have the best chemistry with Jesse, they dated in seventh grade, her, not really dating anyone, was fairly innocent and knew to the whole dating game. He told her that he loved her, he held her hand, he wrote sweet notes to her, and he bought her a birthday present, even though these kind of things would sound stupid to other people.

But he broke her heart.