Chapter 3- Microphones and ALICE?!

APOV

I looked in the mirror one last time before making my way to my bedroom. A petit figure stood there, she was too small if you ask me, short black spiky hair and big dark, deep brown eyes. A small nose and thin lips were features of her thin pointed face. Add these elements together and you have me, Alice Swan.

Making my way to my bedroom I bounced through the hallway in my Victoria secret pyjamas to land plop on my bed. I thought about everything, how my life could get any better, I had a loving dad, Charlie although I knew he was my uncle, an amazing boyfriend, Jasper and three brilliant best friends that were more like family, Rose, Emmet and Edward.

Edward, I inwardly groaned, he was the odd one out of the little group, me and Jazz, and Rose and Emmet were in a relationship, I always felt a little bit guilty, though he had assured me a thousands of times he was okay I knew he wasn't.

Thinking about my family was a bad thing, first my parents came to mind, but I quickly changed the direction my thoughts were going because this one was not good.

Then there was the little point in my heart that would never be filled, thinking of my parents led only to thoughts of my missing sister, Bella.

Scanning my room I quickly found what I was looking for, it lay on my desk. The photo enclosed my only blurry memory of her. There were two babies, no toddlers more like it, holding hands in the park. The girl one the right's pixie feature already visible on her young face, her hand tightly wrapped around the other girl. The girl on the left was wearing a mischievous smile on her big lips, her deep chocolate brown eyes lit up with happiness, the emotion was clear on her face. The deep violet dress she was wearing contrasted with her pale skin, almost like ivory.

Me and Bella, two years old in the park.

I knew that if she was here I would like her. I don't know how but it was almost like a sixth sense. We would be best friends, sisters; I know I would love her. Although I can't place the emotion I feel for Bella. Of course I'm sad she's disappeared and I hope she's alive but with Bella it's almost like I'm missing, longing for something I never had.

Me and Charlie had sent birthday cards, presents etc. but never got a thank you. Renee would call to say Bella's happy and healthy etc. but we never got to see her. I got presents too just nothing in Bella's handwriting or no call's in her voice almost like she didn't exist.

When Renee called a year ago saying Bella had ran away I didn't know what to think. I couldn't. Jasper told me not to worry and that she would come home. I never got that call.

Back to …

Bella's P.O.V

"Shh! She'll hear us!" a voice whispered from around the corner. I know it's wrong to listen but I was obviously curious to who they were talking about.

"Why Mike, she's just a girl." The second voice questioned, annoyed.

"She's not just an ordinary girl, you didn't see her body!"

"But does this girl even live in Forks?"

"No! That's the beauty of it, I get a cute girl and when I get bored she'll just move back to where she came from!"

"Umm, do you even know her name?"

"Yes her last name anyway." He mumbled something I couldn't catch.

"Swan" The second boy paused for a moment, thinking. "Is she related to Chief or Alice?"

"I'm not sure, come on, she'll hear us!"

I stopped listening after that. They were talking about me! Of all the sick perverted boys, he's like stalking me! For my body! The question that was even more important then that though, the question I was asking myself was,

Who are Chief Swan and Alice?

I decided I needed to get out of here maybe go to a pub or bar.

30 minuets later…

I was standing outside a small bar. The only one in town. The bar couldn't have been that big, on the outside it appeared lively but with a friendly feel; the noise from inside was muffled by the door but clearly hear able for about half a mile surrounding it. The midnight blue paint was spoilt in some places with small splits and cracks in the glossy finish. The glass windows you couldn't see through due to the coloured diamond pattern of deep blue and red. The aluminous sign stated that this was 'Toni's Place' original.

I stepped nervously in, wondering what the people were like, I quickly looked over the people and to my relief found most of them looking cheery, and also I was not the only teenager.

I ordered a coke and took a seat on a stool.

A man, I would say mid-thirties strode up to the small cramp stage; at the back of the bar, which had most of its space taken up by instrument, and began to speak.

"Attention, please" He spoke confidently in a husky voice. "Anyone dare to get up and do some Karaoke?"

Cheers and claps were admitted by most of the people in the bar.

A teenager immediately stood up and jogged to the stage.

"We have a contestant." The host exclaimed.

The teenage boy was in one word huge. His dense muscles were easily visible through his top and his massive frame towered over the normal sized host. Aged around I would guess 18 or 19 pushing 20.

His pale skin seemed to glow and the back curls that made up his hair shone. His was beautiful, although I personally held no attraction to him; I saw how easily you could.

"Hello, people! My name is Emmett and I will be singing… Simple plan-Me against the world."

The band set up there instrument and got ready to play.

Cheers of support came from around the crowd and then he started singing.

He was awful! His loud booming voice only seemed to have one pitch and he counted shouting as singing.

When the song ended the host once again stood up and said his bit, no one answered to his call.

"We'll pick someone then! Katie, spot light please."

The bright white light came into the crowd, searching its way through the bustle of people, taking no mercy.

My vision was momentarily damaged as the light swept over my head, it took me only two seconds to figure out, it had stopped.

"Oh, no! I-I don't sing!" In public anyway.

"You do now!" Suddenly I was forced out of my chair and pushed toward the stage by a collection of hands until I quite literally landed on it.

I was frozen.

"What your name then?" The man asked after a moment.

"Umm ...My names Bella" Great Bells

I quickly whispered to the band.

"Today I will be singing Runaway by pink."

Applause broke out and the music started.

I've got my things packed
My favorite pillow
Got my sleeping bag
Climb out the window
All the pictures and pain
I left behind
All the freedom and fame
I've gotta find
And I wonder
How long it'll take them to notice that I'm gone
And I wonder
How far it'll take me

To run away
It don't make any sense to me
Run away
This life makes no sense to me
Run away
It don't make any sense to me
Run away
It don't make any sense to me

I was just trying to be myself
You go your way I'll meet you in hell
It's all these secrets that I shouldn't tell I've got to run away
It's hypocritical of you
Do as you say not as you do
I'll never be your perfect girl
I've got to run away

I'm too young to be
Taken seriously
But I'm too old to believe
All this hypocrisy
And I wonder
How long it'll take them to see my bed is made
And I wonder
If I was a mistake

I might have nowhere left to go
But I know that I cannot go home
These words are strapped inside my head
Tell me to run before I'm dead
Chase the rainbows in my mind
And I will try to stay alive
Maybe the world will know one day
Why won't you help me run away

It don't make any sense to me
Run away
This life makes no sense to me
Run away

I could sing for change
On a Paris street
Be a red light dancer
In New Orleans
I could start again
To the family
I could change my name
Come and go as I please
In the dead of night
You'll wonder where I've gone
Wasn't it you
Wasn't it you
Wasn't it you that made me run away

I was just trying to be myself
You go your way I'll meet you in hell
All these secrets that I shouldn't tell I've got to run away
It's hypocritical of you
Do as you say not as you do
Never be your perfect girl
I've got to run away
It don't make any sense to me
Run away
This life makes no sense to me
Run away
It don't make any sense to me
Run away
It don't make any sense to me

This life makes no sense to me
It don't make no sense to me
It don't make any sense to me
Life don't make any sense to me

The audience looked gobsmacked and I was shacking. The shout and applause was louder than ever as I got off the stage.

Eyes were on me as I weaved my way through the half drunk, sweaty crowd. I tried to flee as fast as I could, thoughts centred on an escape root from the embarrassment.

I was nearly there when I suddenly heard,

"Bella, BELLA!"

I turned to see a pixie like figure, eyes focussed on me with a hint of desperation, where had I seen her before?