So, I was sitting here reading..duh…twilight and it occurred to be that it would be fucking hot to have Alice an Bella get together instead of Edward (don’t get me wrong that’s hot too).  I was debating on if I would post it here since it’s my first attempt at writing anything EVER.  But I thought hell, why not, if nothing else maybe I can get some pointers from others.  So here goes:

Chapter 1

God it’s hot here was all I could think.  I had come to Jacksonville to visit my mother and Phil for the summer before heading off to college.  Renee’ has been trying to talk me into the University of Florida but I prefer my first choice – Seattle University.  This made my dad Charlie insanely happy because I would be close enough for him to come check up on me. 

Mom was off with Phil today so I got to have some alone time.  I decided to go to the beach with my favorite book of Austen classics.  But it was too hot to read.  It was too hot to do anything but sweat.  I need to cool down.  I took off my clothes and revealed the little black bikini with white bows that I had bought before coming here.  It wasn’t anything special but it fit me well and gave me more cleavage that I had ever thought possible.

I dropped my book on the towel and headed toward the inviting water.  I was sure it would feel cold in this heat so I waded in just to my calves and let the water run over me.  I stood there a minute to get acclimated to the temperature.  It felt phenomenal.  I could feel the water rushing out the sand beneath my toes and knew I needed to move.  Just as I was about to, the rest of the sand gave way enough to make me highly unstable and…I fell.  My butt hit the beach so hard I was sure I broken my tail bone – the water did little in the way of “cushioning” my fall. 

Lucky for me my mom’s neighbor was around to witness my humiliation.  I would say this bothered me but I have become so used to my clumsiness that it was impossible to bruise my ego anymore.

“You took quite a spill there.”  Yeah lucky for me you got to see it. 

His name was Jacob.  He was tall but not towering and he had shiny jet black hair.   He was tan and you could definitely tell there was some Native American influence in his genetic makeup. 

“Yeah,” I was busy trying to get the sand, which had turned to mud, off my butt. “I think I’ll be ok though.”

“Do you need some help?”  He was trying to hide the smirk that was threatening to take over his whole face.

“No, thanks though” My face was full on scarlet now blushing from embarrassment.  The sand that had gotten into my bottoms was so heavy now it was trying to pull them down and made my butt look saggy.  Great, this is totally attractive.  I was praying that they hadn’t noticed. 

“Ok then, see you later” he called and turned back to his girlfriend.

What was I thinking coming to the beach?  I could have drowned for all the luck I had.  It seems trouble follows me wherever I go.

After gathering my things and what was left of my pride I walked back up to the house.  I expected my mom and Phil to be home by now but the house was still empty.  Game must have gone into extra innings.  Oh well, I would be disappointed but I appreciated the alone time.  I sat down on the couch attempting to watch some TV but it didn’t keep my interest for long.  I started thinking about my encounter with the guy next door.   But it wasn’t him that was holding my attention at the moment.  It was the brunette that he had on his arm.   She was slender and tan as well.  They must spend a lot of time on the beach together. 

I was about fifteen when I started noticing the girls at school more that the guys.  Gym was the worst not only because of my apparent clumsiness but because of the closeness of the girls.  I had to change and shower with them all the while being very aware of the reactions my body was having to them half naked.  I was afraid to look up from my locker for even a second.  I was sure that someone would see my thoughts and I would be outed right there.  It was the hour of my day that was the most excruciating but also the most anticipated.

One Monday in gym our coach told us we were going to be playing volleyball for the entire week and she separated our class into four teams of six girls each.   My team didn’t seem excited to have me and they tried to persuade coach to give us a handicap. 

“But she’s not any good” Wow, don’t hold back!

“She’s always tripping and falling.” Thanks for the compliment?

“Well, I think she’s great” ummm…what? My head snapped up to see who had come to my rescue.

The girl who had just spoken up on my behalf was small…one could almost say pixie like.  She had short brown hair that stuck out in all different directions and lovely hazel eyes.  Her name was Alice Cullen.

“Thanks” I said.

 

 

OK so that is what I have so far.  Don’t be shy with the criticism …seriously – it’s the only way I will get any better :)   Thanks