So, this is my first Twilight fanfiction, and I'm pretty excited. You can insult and compliment at your leisure, I'm not scared of constructive criticism. I do ask that you do review though, just so I know whether to continue.

Summary: A&J, obviously. When Alice moves to Fork Washington, she knows something's off. There's a specific family that she can't seem to read the future of, and she's pretty sure one of them hates her guts. The students shun her simply because she's different in a way they can't name. Also, when there are hints at her past living quarters at an insane asylum, things don't get any better. Alice is different from these people, and she knows she'll always be different. So when someone else equally different comes along, can she open up enough to realize that her ticket to love and acceptance may come in the same hand as her own demise?

Disclaimer- If I owned Twilight, or any of Stephanie Meyer's books, do you think I'd be writing on fanfiction? Sorry, but no.

All good stories start with, "Once upon a time," so that's how I'll start my story. It's a fitting beginning, not because it would end in, "and they lived happily ever after," but because it's pretty surreal. It's like something from a horror story mixed with a fantasy. It's what all good stories start with, so that's how mine will start.

Once upon a time there was a little girl named Alice. Now, Alice had a problem. She could see things before they happened. She saw scary things, happy things, sad things, bad things… nothing was lost to her. She saw visions of people living and people dying, and she could even see what you were saying before you'd ever think to speak the words out loud.

She was not a happy girl, this Alice.

She lived in an insane asylum in Mississippi where her parents had dumped her after they figured there was nothing they could do for her. She was repeatedly told she didn't see visions, and that she was insane for believing in them. She didn't understand why she was forced to think this, and she didn't like the doctors treating her like she was out of control all the time.

She hated these visions, this Alice did.

She lived there from the age of 7 to the age of 15 where she was moved to a laboratory to have testing done. If she wasn't insane, they thought, then there had to be a test to prove these visions were correct. So then she was tested on for about two years until they had to conclude that they found nothing.

She hated the scientists, this Alice did.

Her parents took her home after that, moving from place to place as they tried to find some odd location that would chase her visions away. There had to be something to chase the future away, right?

I am this Alice. This is my story:

The blurs moved too fast for me to notice what they really were. Were they trees extending far into the sky? They might have been moss growing on the subtle, dull gray rocks beneath. They meshed and molded together with the speed I was going at, taking on an inhuman form. I didn't really mind the nauseating rush of earthen colors though; I wasn't focusing on them. I was simply staring through the tinted windows of my father's expedition, pretending to listen to my mother's hushed voice of worry.

Mother. The word seemed strange, rolling around my head like that. What did it mean to really have a mother? Maybe that was the wrong term to give her. She wasn't like other mother's… she was too worried about herself and too scared of what should matter the most. Mother's loved and nurtured you no matter what you were. No matter what you could see.

"Dear, we're doing this for your health. You'll make friends at your new school; I just know it." The air conditioner blew around my face, sending chills up and down my spine, but it was my mother's lies that chilled me the most.

"No. No I won't." They were staring at her, faces ranging between shock and revulsion. A few moved clear out of her way to avoid her completely. The only person that was being nice was dead silent, merely pointing where she was supposed to go before disappearing into a nearby classroom. Then, my mother's shocked face was back in the car's mirror from the visor.

"Honey, you've said so yourself, it's not set in stone." Her father spoke now, flickering his gray eyed gaze to me before turning back to face the road ahead. "If you go in with a better attitude, things will change." I shrugged and mentally disagreed with him, but I was too smart to say my objections out loud.

"I don't see why we had to move." I stated instead. My mother exchanged glances with me, tossing around ideas in her mind to find a good way to respond.

"The doctor said it would be best if we moved to a small, quiet town for you to be. The city is no place for someone with your condition." A small smile ghosted my mother's lips at the well played reply. Her hand daintily grasped her husband's, and he squoze it for reassurance.

"Why a run down little town like this then?" I watched a speed limit sign whiz past, and then a notice about the distance from the next town.

"The topography is mainly trees and woodlands. There's a beach at the nearby reservation and it's the perfect little town for you to relax in. You'll find yourself there." Her father's pride was evident in his tone, and I saw him hiking in the woodlands. I shook my head.

"You mean I won't have to see so many futures at once if I'm in a town with less than five hundred people in it?" I stated it as a fact instead of a question. My mother's eyes flashed to my father's in shock, but it cleared it quickly

"Well, that would be easier for you, yes." My mother cleared her throat. "Dear, I was wondering if… you wouldn't mind not bringing that up anymore. I'm sure if you ignore it, it will go away." My eyes flickered up to glare at my mother. Did she not know anything?

"No it won't. I can't just ignore it sometimes." I felt anger rising, but I didn't know what to do. I couldn't do anything, not unless I wanted to find herself back at the institution.

"You can't know that dear. I'm sure if you try-"

"I have tried. It won't work." I sighed and turned to the window, watching the green smudges and brown dashes fly by. Pulling out my i-pod, I turned the music up to drown out any conversation that my parents were having now. I didn't want to hear my mother's shocked hisses about how their daughter wasn't normal.

How true they were.

I, Alice Conners was not like normal teenagers. I tried to fit in; I tried to befriend everyone around her. There was just something about me that others shied away from. Despite my mother's close friends who had children my age, despite the smiles and attempts at conversation, and despite the growing desire for just one person to understand me, I couldn't fit in with anyone around me.

It didn't help when she saw their actions and plans before they did.

Someone was staring at her. No, not staring. Glaring. No, not at her. At the wall in front of them. Every time she turned, she couldn't see who it was, but she could feel them moving farther and farther away with every second that passed.

Like that. Someone was going to really hate me at this school. I just didn't know who. That was a first. Usually I could see faces and hear voices. Usually I could know about their futures, simply because they were intertwined with mine. Not this though.

Maybe there were others out there like me. Maybe there were people who could see the future and change it. But for now, I felt utterly alone and dismal at the fact that it was the third school I'd be going to in my eleventh grade year, and I could already see that it was going to be just as bad as the others.

Who moved to a place called Forks, Washington anyway?

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