Thanks for waiting for me. I just needed my time. Wow, my life has changed. Has it really only been a year and a half since I have created this blog? It feels like a lifetime.
Okay, I'll start over. Hi. I'm Alice. Alice Cullen. I'm 17 years old, a hundred and something actually, and I'm in love with my husband, Jasper.
You may know me from the Twilight series by Stephenie Meyer. I am also best friends with Maximum Ride (http://www.alicenmax.blogspot.com/) from the Maximum Ride series by James Patterson, and also .... well, I'll get to that.
Okay. Take a deeeep breath. Haaaaaaaaaa ......!
A couple of years ago, I created a blog with Max. We told the story of how we met (a REALLY long story, don't ask about it) and we had some fun. And then J - J - Jane came into the picture. And I swear, if Jane hadn't come here, there would be no complications. It would have just been us, la dee da, with our blogs, now. No offense to her or anything ... well, not that much offense. Anywho, we were a threesome, we dealed with a wee bit of jealousy, but that's it. Finito.
Puh-lease. You really thought that was the end of the story? Ok, Mr and Mrs Gullible. But if you want a happy story, stop. DON'T READ ANY FURTHER. Don't EVER read my blog AGAIN!!! Because my life is COMPLICATED. And sometimes I just want to ... never mind. If not, read on.
We had this huge fight. Jelousy, and misinterpreted feelings, blah blah blah. I had this new friend, Jasmin. Jazzy for short. She was close to me. Real close. Max left the blog and we basically stopped being friends, and that hurt. Ouch. But I had Jane, and now I had Jasmin! My happiness was (almost) restored. But then Jane got jealous and we stopped being friends for a while. Then Jasmin tried to kill me (yippee!) (she was stalking me) and Jane thankfully saved me. But she had this idea in her head. She couldn't get over that I had chosen Jazzy over her. So she asked my dad, WITHOUT my permission, to make a machine. That brought us back. We could forget our fight, start over. So Jane basically DECIDED for me that we would cheat. Because that IS cheating. And that made me get angry at Jane. So I walked out on her little plan. So Jane forgot. Everything. We were never friends. She got a new blog, she was happy.
But I just couldn't resist. And that's the pitfall. I NEEDED Jane. So I ... er, stalked her. Sort of. She needed to remember, okay? I had no one in my life! And then she emprisoned me. Then I escaped. Then .... my dad killed Jane. No, okay, not really. But he created this time machine (AGAIN!!! D;) and we went back. Then Jane killed herself.
Okay, I said it. That's the first time in about two months that I've admitted it to myself. She was unhappy. So she burned herself.
And it's actually my fault. I was the one who said those words. The one who did those horrible, terrible things. I hated her, and I loved her.
So I left. I went to New York City, rented out a hotel room for two months, and stayed inside, ordering room service to throw out the window and watching Audrey Hepburn movies. It was disgusting.
Little did I know, Jane was inside New York. Okay, not really Jane. But T. Tish, I guess. The Lord (or someone else, IDK?) gave her a second chance. But she wasn't aloud to tell anyone. We had to figure it out for ourselves.
Then Max found me and told me that Angel had run away and changed her name to Isabel, and she told me the whole story. How Jane/Tish had approached Angel/Isabel. How A/I had spent days thinking. And figured it out. Then she got kidnapped .... (more on that in a sec) ...... and the next thing I knew, I was dressed and sent to the Chicago airport. And I saw Jane.
And God, was she beautiful. She looked exactly the same, only different. She was everything. She was nothing. She was back.
So now we're starting it again. Fresh start. And that's the end.
Only ..... no. It's not. Angel (okay, her name is Isabel now) --- Isabel is .... disturbed. I found her in the bathroom today. Splashing the room with red paint. She had written gore on the mirror with her finger. And there was this .... crazy look in her eye. A murderous look. Like she was held by a prescence or whatever. I don't know ..... but I'm staying away from her for now.
No, this is not the end. This is the beginning. A new revolution. Be part of it.
http://www.maxnalice.blogspot.com/
http://www.vampjaneandalice.blogspot.com/
http://www.alicenmax.blogspot.com/
(and possibly)
http://www.isabeloftheangels.blogspot.com/
See ya. Wouldn't wanna be ya.
xoxo
alice
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