Disclaimer: Stephenie Meyer owns all Twilight characters.
I didn't have any close friends at school.
Many girls didn't like me, and boys never wanted to get close to me so that they wouldn't end up giving me the wrong impression.
I didn't mind being alone, I basked in the feeling of having nobody to depend on or rely on so that the day when they wouldn't be there for me never came and I wouldn't be left with the feelings of disappointment and abandonment.
Alice was about as close of a friend that I had.
She was a cute little freshman who had a black bob and bangs. Her make up was dark and thick and she had both of her nipples pierced.
She had the biggest crush on Mr. Whitlock who was her English teacher and constantly spurred him on with tiny skirts and revealing shirts.
"One time, I saw as he purposely dropped his pencil to take a look under my skirt!" She had excitedly gushed about one day, I didn't judge her, I never did.
Alice's father had never been there for her.
She longed to be taken care of. Her mother was never home, constantly away on business trips and needed to feel loved in the safe arms of an older being. I guess you could say that she had daddy issues, and Mr. Whitlock was whom she had set her eyes on.
"What's up bitch?" Alice greeted me.
Today, she was dressed in a short plaid skirt and a black strapless top that showed off her flat stomach and tiny waist. On her feet she wore white, lace fluffy socks and black Mary Jane platforms.
One of the benefits of going to a private school was that they didn't care what you wore unless your parents were still paying for your tuition.
"Hey Alice." I greeted her with a small smile.
"Why so gloomy looking?" She had cut her pepperoni pizza into millions of pieces and had stuffed 3 into her mouth when she spoke again, " That time of the month again?"
As I opened my mouth to speak Rosalie Hale and her clones were passing by and she replied before I had the chance to.
"Oh no! Isabella Swan's on her period? What will all the boys do in the meantime?" Tanya and Kate snickered while Alice was seething. Rosalie looked away from her pathetic excuse of friends and stared at me with a knowing smirk. "Or should I say who?"
***Little Girl***
A/N: Alice is fourteen years old (a freshman) and Bella is fifteen (a sophomore). Edward will be introduced in the next chapter, any ideas of what he might be like? Until tomorrow! Thank you to those who have followed and favorited and a huge thank you to MissSalvatoreXOXO for reviewing.