This is my first Twilight story! I hope I do well!

Here's the full summary:

Alice Brandon is considered a freak in her hometown of Forks, Washington. Her mom is an abusive drunk, her dad turns away when she needs him most, and her older sister wants everything that Alice has. So what happens when her mother makes her see a therapist for her "visions?" And what happens when that therapist just so happens to be Jasper Hale, a vampire who thirsts for Alice's blood?

Omigod! I hope you guys will like my story! I had this idea kinda like Steph.M, but I was just daydreaming in summer school. I was thinking, what if Alice was the human, and she was shunned from society because she could see into the future? And Jasper is a therapist because, well, he can sense their emotions and help them with their problems. But what if Alice had NO experience with boys? And then, I started to write this down, and then- BAM! A story is made!

So, I'm going to need to ask you readers this one thing- can you PLEASE review on what you think of my story? I would be forever grateful!

So, without further ado, I give you

Alice's POV

My week usually started out like this. I would wake up, get dressed, and listen to my mother yell at me about how I look like a slut, then go to school. There, I would sit in the back during class, sit in the library during lunch, and sit in the front seat of the bus, where everyone avoids me. This is how my life is.

But this week was different.

My name is Mary Alice Brandon, Alice for a better use. I'm 17 years old, and I live in Forks, Washington, which is the rainiest, most depressing place on Earth. I stand at 4 feet 4 inches, and I have long straight black hair, that just won't stop sticking at random angles. (You guys probably hate me for having her with long hair. But don't worry, she'll get a makeover soon!) Usually, I'm a happy ray of sunshine, but now that I was forced to endure my mother's insults and beatings, I became a very dark and nasty person. I match with the weather here, that's for sure.

But anyway, this week was the same as every other one- a regular Wednesday evening. But this time, instead of my annual beatings that "mom" issued on my body, my older sister by 1 year, Sherry Brandon, burst into my room.

"You!" She snarled. I rolled my eyes.

Sherry was always the "popular" girl in our school. She had the looks, body, and enthusiasm. But not the brains. She was a typical American blonde, with perfect tan skin, and a flawless face, which complimented her "sparkling" blue eyes. But let's just say that ever since I could remember she never called me by my actual name, just "you."

"What do you want?" I asked in a monotone.

"Because of you," she launched herself in front of the chair I was vacating, and pointed her finger in my face. I raised an eyebrow. "Mom is making me drive you to the crazy farm!" she continued.

Of course. Dearest mother is always the reason why I have to go through hell. Ever since she started drinking, she always screwed my life over. And ever since she found out about my powers, she didn't want anything to do with me.

My powers. It may seem weird, but I have this special entity inside of me, I guess, that makes me see into the future. It's dead useful when I see the answers to a lotto ticket, but frustrating because I'm not old enough to buy one. And the weird thing was, I could only see the visions in my sleep, or at random. I could never have a vision willingly, and I don't think I ever will.

"The crazy farm?" I asked Sherry.

"You heard me," she said. "Mom said you have to see one of those people that deal with psychopaths. And she's making me drive you!"

Using her still pointed finger, Sherry jabbed me in my shoulder, which resulted in me being pushed into the chair and falling backwards. I just laid there, hoping she would go do whatever she did on a Wednesday night- probably having sex with the whole school football and basketball team. But she continued to glare at me, and, my patience finally wearing out, I glared back.

"Yes?" I asked.

"Get up." She replied back. I frowned.

"Why the hell should I?" I snarled at her. Of course, I never really paid any attention to Sherry's orders, but sometimes I'd like to know what was going on in that tiny, microscopic brain of hers.

Sherry rolled her heavily mascara-lidded eyes. "Duh. I'm taking you to the psychotherapists. Now. Let's go."

She tugged on my arm hard and swung me towards the door. "Now go before I get Mom up here to "persuade" you to move." I shuddered at the thought of my mother coming into the room with fury in her eyes.

"Okay." I whispered.

I led the way down to Sherry's Convertible and got in the passenger seat. That's another reason why I hate my family. Sherry had the nice, clean car that drove smoothly and silently. I got the broken down, rusty truck from the dump. Which backfires every time I make a sudden U-turn.

Sherry hopped into the driver's seat and started the car. "You better hope that they fix your screwed up mind, freak." She whispered menacingly. I just pressed my forehead against the cool window glass, and closed my eyes, hoping that we would get there quickly.

Suddenly, I gasped. My vision blurred, my senses halted, and the world around me seemed to spin. Oh no, no, no! Not a vision! This is the fourth one this week!

I stayed as still as stone while my vision played out. But this one seemed different- clearer then the others, which were more of a frantic flash of pictures. This vision was like a video, playing from start to end…

It was the same way it has been for 7 years. I couldn't see myself, only as if I was looking out of my eyes right now.

I was standing in a meadow. It was beautiful. There were lilies, and wildflowers, and freesias everywhere. And there was a crystal clear lake to my right, with a small waterfall coming off of a cliff. I had turned to my left- someone had just stepped towards me. And then my breath hitched.

There was a man standing there, he had to be more then 19 years old. But that wasn't why I stopped breathing.

The man had light blonde hair that barely brushed the tip of his shoulders. His eyes were a strange golden color, almost butterscotch, and they seemed to swirl and pull me into them. He was tall: so tall that at my 4'4, I only reached up to his chest. And his smile was so breathtaking. It was kind, and warm, as if he were truly interested in whatever I had to say.

To be blunt, he was gorgeous.

"Alice." He said. His voice was like honey, and smoother than silk. I couldn't help but reply back.

"Yes…?" My voice sounded distant, as if I was in a daze.

The unknown man stretched his arms toward me and said, "Come here, my Alice."

I obliged; who couldn't deny this God his request? I walked into his waiting arms and breathed in his heavenly scent. This man was perfect in every way.

The man bent down and nuzzled my neck. I wrapped my arms around his torso. He then did the same as me, and took a deep breath.

"Alice…" he groaned. "You smell so good."

I don't really know why, but I felt myself shudder slightly, and the man seemed to sense it as well. He looked up at me and said, "It's okay, Alice. I promise it won't hurt. You may even enjoy it." I only whispered one thing:

"I trust you."

The unknown man seemed to get my approval for something, because he then smiled with relief, and went back to nuzzling my neck. "You'll finally be mine, Mary Alice Brandon…" he said.

"I love you, Jasper…" I muttered, right before he bit into my neck.

I shook my head as I was forced out of the vision. What the hell? What was that? Who was this "Jasper" guy from the vision, and why did he bite my neck? And why did I tell him that I love him? I'm sure that I've never met him before.

But that was the thing. I hadn't met him before. That's the point of the vision, I guess. It was warning me that I would meet him. And the way he had said my name… it was as if he loved me with all of his heart.

That can't be right. I can't even strike up a decent conversation with someone of the male gender without embarrassing myself. So how could I get a guy like Jasper to fall head over heels for me, instead of Sherry?

I leaned back on the car seat. I'll have to think about this later, when I got out of "therapy."

"Hey, freak," Sherry said; during my whole vision, she was muttering to herself whether I was too freakish to walk home after this. "You can get out now."

I looked around to see that the car had stopped moving. We were parked outside of a white building that looked very business-like. I sighed. I guess hoping for the drive to end quickly had come true for me.

I opened the car door and stepped out. As I turned to Sherry, I asked, "Are you coming to pick me up? Or am I-" I was cut off as Sherry slammed the car door shut and sped off without another glance at me. I dropped my hand from the position it was in from holding the door. "Walking home?" I finished.

I glanced once more at the bright building before walking through the doors. Inside, there were a few chairs against the walls, and a lady behind a receptionist desk was typing furiously on her computer. I walked up to her.

"Um… H-hello?" I hesitantly said. The woman looked up at me and I saw her force a smile.

"Hello, there!" she replied with way too much enthusiasm. "What can I help you with?"

I raised an eyebrow at the woman, Jessica Stanley by the look of her nametag, and said, "I'm here to see the psychotherapist."

Jessica's smile faltered, and I smirked. "The… can you repeat that, dear?"

"The psychotherapist. I'm here for an appointment." I said slowly, as if trying to tell a four-year old that cheese grew on the moon.

Jessica glared at me through narrowed eyes. "And what is your name?" she choked out. I could tell that she was having a hard time keeping her temper under control.

"Mary Alice Brandon, ma'am." I sweetly replied. I'm going to push this ladies buttons until she cracks.

Jessica typed in a few commands on the keyboard and looked at it. "Here you are." She said, after a minute or two of searching for my name. "You're with Dr. Hale. He may be young, but trust me, he is good at what he does."

I blinked when Jessica told me this. Was she trying to be nice? Well too bad, because I have no time for friends right now. Especially friends like her.

"Right-o. Where's his office?" I asked. There were way too many doors for me to count. I'd most likely get lost.

"Down the hall, the very last door on the right." Jessica replied. I followed her directions and came to a stop right in front of a door that said, "Dr. J. Hale." I frowned. Well that would have been easy enough to find. But something about that name seemed familiar to me, almost nostalgic…

I hesitated before knocking on the wooden door.

"Come in." said a voice and I widened my eyes. That voice sounded awfully familiar as well.

I gripped the doorknob and took a deep breath. You can do this Alice. You're not afraid.

"I'm not afraid in the face of therapy. I can do this." I muttered. I swear, I heard chuckling coming from the other side of the door after I said that.

I turned the knob and stepped into the room, keeping my eyes on the carpeted floor. "Hello, Ms. Brandon." A deep voice spoke, and I noticed that it had a slight Southern twang to it.

"My name is Dr. Hale. How about you look up so I can see that pretty face of yours?" I scoffed. This man must be out of his mind. I'm not pretty at all.

"It's now or never, Alice." I murmured, and lifted my head. But I shouldn't have done that.

"You!" I shouted. Dr. Hale looked surprised, but calmly said, "Me…?"

It was exactly the same. The hair, the eyes, the voice, and the height were also the same. His name for crying out loud! This was the same guy!

I felt weak at the knees when I said, "Jasper…"

Okay! How do you guys like it so far? I was also wondering, should I do this chapter in Jasper's POV? So that you can tell what he was feeling at the time? Or should I do Alice's POV and then switch off to Jasper's in the middle of the chapter? I'm confused, so you need to tell me in your reviews!

I'm sorry this chapter was short. I was trying to rush it all in without overloading my brain or anything. I also just wanted to get in how they first meet each other. So… Review, review, REVIEW!

Much love,

AlexisS