Hey Twilight'ers! So, I'm really happy to all that reviewed, but I didn't get that many hits… but I'll be okay. I would like to happily announce that I've got my best friend hooked on Twilight, and she just started New Moon. I feel like a proud mama! Heehee. So please, let me know how I'm doing!

Disclaimer: Yeah right, like I actually own Twilight. If that's the case, then Hillary Clinton's gonna be our next president… snort coughcoughANTICHRISTcoughcough

Alice: Come on, broadwaymbw! Don't let your politics get into this! I TOLD you what would happen if you let your anti-Hillary agenda known to readers… shakes finger scoldingly

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"Alice! Alice! ALICE!"

I heard my mother calling my name, but I really didn't want to get up. I know that when I got out of bed, I would be bombarded with my duties for the day. I already knew my schedule, partly because I had just had a vision about it, and partly because my life was never a surprise. At eight o'clock, I was to have breakfast with my family. Then, at ten o'clock sharp, I was to have a mid-morning tea with Sasha McCoy, who I hated. However, this did not matter to my mother. Her brother, Joshua, was one of the most successful business owners in all of Biloxi, and only two years older than me. I know that my mother was hoping that he would be home when I went for tea. In her mind, I could captivate him with charisma and a witty sense of humor, and soon, we'll have a large town house, four children, and a lifetime of happiness. Yeah, right. Like that will ever happen. Word has it that Joshua spends a vast majority of his free time in the red light district, but my mother prefers to ignore this. Normally, she loves to join in gossip whenever possible, but she turns her head and pretends not to listen when it involves potential husbands for her daughters.

After tea, I would come home, and at 3 o'clock in the afternoon, I had my private ballet lesson with Madame Rambert. This was my favorite time of day. I felt so free, like a bird flying high in the sky.

Sadly, the ecstasy would end at 5 o'clock, when I would begin getting ready for the Debutante Ball at the Plaza Hotel. This was the premier event of the year, and I'm pretty sure it's the only reason my mother gets up in the morning. I, however, have been dreading it. Sure, I love parties, especially when I get to plan them, but the Debutante Ball was the equivalent of having your teeth pulled.

Finally, I decided that I would have to face the day eventually, so I might as well do it on my own terms. I rolled out of bed and slipped on the robe that was hooked on the corner of my four poster bed.

"I'm up, I'm up," I muttered as I walked out into the hallway. I walked straight into my mother.

"Sorry," I said, rubbing my eyes. "I'm not fully awake yet."

"Well, do it already!" my mother exclaimed. Ah, such a kind soul. "Do you realize what time it is? You're about to miss breakfast!"

"Oh, God forbid," I said under my breath, quiet enough for my mother to not hear. I reluctantly entered my room again to get ready for my day. I pinned my hair back into a style that always made my mother angry. Perfect. That small rebellion put a huge smile on my face. I then pulled on a flowy dress of light green chiffon. I looked in the mirror, and the face staring back at me gave a small smile. I was ready to face the day.

I walked down the large, mahogany stairs to the dining room. My family was already seated.

"It's about time you came down," said my mother, disdain dripping heavily from every word.

"I apologize for my tardiness," I said, sitting down gently into the chair opposite my father.

"It's just breakfast—it's perfectly okay," said my father. He had my dark and wavy hair, kind brown eyes, and plump, red cheeks that shined when he laughed. He was the exact opposite of my mother.

"Hector, we can't let her developed this bad habit," said my mother curtly. "What man would want to marry a woman that was never up in time for breakfast?" My father simply gave me a sad smile. He was useless when it came to standing up to my mother.

"I apologize again for my rudeness," I said. My mother looked a little bit satisfied when I said this. Soon, our help was bringing in our breakfast. Everything looked delicious, but I was sure to leave food on my plate, displaying my "dainty" appetite. In reality, I was so hungry I could have eaten a grizzly bear.

The rest of breakfast was silent, except for generic chatter between my parents. Sometimes, I wondered if they still loved each other, or if they had ever loved each other. It was hard loving someone like my mother.

I finished, and was later ushered off to tea with Sasha McCoy. It was terribly boring. She rambled on and on about the most pointless subjects, and out of courtesy I pretended to be interested. I wasn't the least bit, though. Fortunately, Joshua wasn't home. At least I didn't have to make awkward conversation with him.

Finally, the tea was over. Soon, it was time for my ballet lesson. I leaped and sashayed across the ballet room on the third level of our home, the tinkering classical music playing in my ear. I was definitely the happiest I had been all day.

"Wonderful, wonderful!" exclaimed Madame Rambert, her French accent extremely thick. "You'll be ready for a recital very soon." I beamed. Madame Rambert was notorious in Biloxi for being very critical and rarely giving compliments. Her praise meant more to me than anything else in the world. Sadly, my ballet lesson ended at five, because I just had to get ready for that stupid ball.

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My hair was done elegantly, I have a beautiful dress on, and I knew that men would be impressed by me. But this didn't make me feel any better. I was stuffed into a carriage with my family, and I really wasn't having too great of a time.

I looked solemnly out the window as Biloxi passed me by. All of the sudden, I felt myself going under. Oh no, I thought to myself, I can't have a vision now. Please, no, not tonight… not here, not now.

But my pathetic pleas to myself didn't matter; I was going under.

Pastel skirts twirled and spun across a highly-shined floor. Women with curly updos and men with slicked-back hair chatted animatedly by the dance floor. Suddenly, the focus was on two middle-aged women, their heads together and their tones hushed.

"Did you see what happened?" asked one.

"Of course!" said the other. "It was utterly bizarre!"

"What exactly happened?"

"She was dancing with that Middleton boy, and then she just completely slumped over on the ground! There was even some twitching!"

"Was she having a seizure?" The woman's eyes went wide.

"I'm not sure, but when she came to, she turned to her mother and shouted, 'No! You can't send me away! I won't let you touch me!' She caused such a scene!"

"How scandalous!" They both giggled, covering their mouths with their dainty gloved hands.

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I couldn't focus on anything but my vision. Why had it happened? It confused me so much, because I didn't know if it was about me, if it was going to happen tonight, or if it was even going to happen.

People danced passed me, and a few of my acquaintances tried to engage me in conversation, but I didn't hear them. I was stuck in a vortex of my own fear and confusion. I know my mother saw my blankness, because she came over to me with an angry look on her face.

"What are you doing?" she whispered angrily, not wanting to draw attention to her anger. "This is the Debutante Ball… why aren't you doing anything?"

"I don't feel well," I lied to her.

"Well, you'll have to get over it," she said sternly. "Look, here comes Peter Middleton. Please, dance with him." I was okay with that. Peter Middleton was one of my closest friends. He was in love with me, and I was fully aware of it. He was a nice boy, but I didn't feel that way about him.

"Hello, Alice," he said with a grin. "How are you this evening?"

I knew I needed to lie.

"I'm splendid," I said with a smile. "How are you?"

"I'm splendid as well, now that I'm with you."

He was making this really awkward for me. I just couldn't make myself feel the same way to him. Thankfully, to save me from having to respond to him, my friend Mina swept up to us.

"Hello!" her high voice chirped. It was a shame Mina was so plain. She had a great personality that didn't match her mousy brown hair, squat figure, and watery brown eyes. She would never marry rich, and would probably have to settle for a middle-income man that was much older than her.

"Mina!" I exclaimed, giving her a hug. We had been through everything together. She, besides my family, was the only person that knew what happened when I had my visions. She was more my sister than Cynthia was.

The three of us politely chattered for a few minutes. When the band struck up a lively waltz, Peter turned to me.

"Would you care to dance with me, Alice?" he asked, excitement shining in his blue eyes.

"Of course," I responded. I followed him out onto the dance and repeated the monotonous steps that I had done so many times before.

But then I realized something… in my vision, the ladies were saying that the commotion happened to a girl that was dancing with Peter Middleton. I knew it had to me.

Panic filled my veins. I didn't want to reveal my visions.

As if on cue though, I felt myself going under.

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