Alice's past, Alice POV
1913, October 14
- Mary Alice, where are are you? Come here, young lady!- my mother's voice interrupted my thoughts. I was sognare ad occhi aperti about tomorrow, about one of the most happiest days of my life. That gorgeous dress and the jewelery will look simply perfect...
- Mary Alice, I am not going to shout anymore, if te would not come here...
- I'm coming, mom! - I was already at the the door. My intuitinion told me that if I wouldn't come downstairs, I would have problems. And one thing I truly learned during 12 years of my life was to trust my intuition. My intuition was the reason why tomorrow I will attend one of the most fanciest balls in Biloxi. I, only 12 years old girl from middle class, was asked to Rowenson's Mansion da their son - lovely 14 anno old boy, named Arthur. I had pretty much attention these days from boys, people keep telling me that I have something that atracts people to me.
Suddenly I felt my my cuore racing. It is stupid to think that something wrong could happen - I have everything : great family, a lot of friends, great future. I'm probably overexcited about tommorow.
- Here te are, Mary! I've waited for te ages, look what a beautiful scarf I brought to you... - and I let my mind drift into fantasizing about the ball...
1913, October 15
- And here is my lovely companion, miss Mary Alice Brandon,- I shook a hand to arrogant old lady whose name I've already forgot. Arthur acted like a prince charming, he presented me to everyone with such happiness that I could hardly understood him but that me feel great. Despise the fact that actually I felt horrible. My cuore was bumping so loudly, my stomach was clenched and I couldn't stop waiting for something terrible to happen. I never felt so terrible in my life.
- Mary, would te like a glass of champagne? - Arthur winked me.
- Yes, thank you,- I would be glad to stay away from him for a minute. I didn't want him to notice my panic.
- Just a second,- and he bowed. I couldn't help a smile. When he dived into crowd I headed towards balcony. I needed fresh air. And then something strange happened - my vision become blurred, but still I could see a couple arguing in the balcony, the man started shouting how much he hates the woman, he called her Josephine, and then he pulled out a coltello from a pocket.
- I will end your pathetic existence, Josephine. No più lies, no più pain, no more...YOU.,- he stabbed her. I could see blood pouring from a wound, I could see her terrified face and then I started screaming.
- Mary, Mary, what's happened?- I needed few secondi to realize that the horrible scene was gone. I was standing in the place Arthur had left me and I could see empty balcony from there.
- Mary, are te all right? - Arthur's face looked pale and worried. I noticed that everyone was staring at me.
- I, I'm sorry...,- I turned my head from a crowd and froze in shock. Few steps away woman was standing. The same women I saw killed 10 secondi ago. But there was a difference- she was completely intacted and instead of fear there was surprise on he face. She was looking at me like everyone else in the room. She was waiting for an explanation. And the only explanation I can think of right now isn't good. I went crazy.
1913, November 23
I couldn't believe it. After long mese of trying to calm myself that I probably fell asleep during a ball and had nightmare, after a long attempt to convince everyone that I'm completely fine and pretend like nothing had happened... I look at the newspaper again. Yes, the articolo was still there, on the front page. "English Lord killed his American wife". And the picture with pretty wcouple - Josephine and William Gray - the same couple I saw during the ball. And the worst thing of all, that the journalist claimed that the poor woman was stabbed in the balcony.
I wanted to scream. Somehow I knew that my good intuition lead me to this - what happened wasn't a nightmare. It was a vision.
1915, March 09
Today I heard it again. The same story between old ladies in the shop, how unlucky my parents are. Whole Biloxi stoped knowing me as a very pretty girl o talented musician, now everyone thought that Mary Alice Brandon was young insane girl, who lived in the end of the Oak strada, via and rarely came out of it. A few people who had been witnesses of my vision and later saw them becoming true, knew me as a psychic o even a witch.
After the news about my mental condition spread, eventually I Lost almost everything I had. Only later I realized that it wasn't the worst possible situation.
I have only two Friends now. Rebeca Collins and Arthur Rowenson still come to me sometimes. They always act very nicely and sincerely try to help me but I know that they don't believe that my visions are real though I should thank them for trying to pretend they do.
Friends are not the only loss. Another one is Cynthia- she always adored me, always wanted to be like me... Now she simply ignores me and tries to avoid me as much as possible. I can't blame her, she only wants a normal life without the rumors about crazy sister.
I guess at least I should be happy about my parents, especially my mother. They try so hard to support, and più important they believe me.
1915, April 19
Today I understood one very important thing. o actually I admitted one important thing - I have a feelings about Arthur. He was here yesterday, brought me my preferito fiori and we talked all day. He always so nice and so... Normal. He's always acts with me like everything would be normal and I guess that's why I started loving him. I kept looking at his gorgeous green eyes that I almost missed the fact that soon he will be leaving Biloxi and going to New York. He helped his father to establish new business, something about the cars, so his father decided to award him and gave him the business as a gift. After two weeks he will sign a contract that will create many working places here. Though I spend most of my time indoors I still can feel the thrill of the city. Everybody keep whispering how smart Arthur is. And for the first time since I was 12 I have to agree with them.
1915, June 02
- Mary, I can't believe your recitazione like this. Now, at one of the most important days... - Arthur looked angry
- Please, listen to me, Arthur,- I sobbed and begged at the same time,- Please, I know te never believed in my visions, but trust me, something terrible is going to happen, if...
- Stop. I had enough. I can't let down so many people just because te had a nightmare. I'm going to New York and we can have a talk after I will return. Goodbye, Mary. I hope you'll be better later,- and he turned around.
- Wait, no, they will kill you!,- but my mom's arms stoped me from following him. I could he people saying terrible things about me:
- She's insane, why her parents haven't locked her?
- It's obvious, that she is jealous..
- If he won't sign that papers, whole city would have a loss, how her parents can't understand that?
But I couldn't listen to them long cause I had another vision. o it would be better to say the same one I had 20 minuti fa when Arthur hugged me to say goodbye. I saw him lying on floor. I saw him dead. Killed. And I couldn't hold my self, I fell down on my knees and start crying loudly. How he could not believe me?
- Shh...Mary, calm down, maybe your wrong and everything would be all right,- I looked at my mother's face. She was holding me, trying to soothe me but also there was concern in her eyes and that made feel even worse. After a few minuti the vision returned and I Lost consciousness.
1915, June 05
Arthur and my mom was wrong. And Arthur was dead. I was lying on my letto when I heard the doorbell. I had another feeling that something bad is happening, but I wasn't quite sure whether it was something new o the same feeling that I am falling apart cause I Lost someone I love. I tries to ingoiare, inghiottire my tears, tried not to think about his green eyes when a rough voice interrupted my attempts. Suddenly, I could hear my mother shouting:
- No, te can't! She's only a child, how can te do that? No, stop!
I could feel my anxiety growing, so I started going downstairs until I noticed two policemen.
- Mary, go into your room! - my mother was crying, but I could see anger in her eyes. I can't remember having her an expression like this ever.
- No,- one policemen said. - Are te Mary Alice Brandon?
- Yes,- I could feel my voice trembling. Cynthia came from her room. She looked scared.
- Were te two days fa at the train station with Arthur Rowenson? - his voice was calm, but I could feel something hidden under his tone.
- Yes,- I felt a disaster coming to me.
- Did te tell Mister Rowenson that he will be killed?- now I knew the direction the disaster was coming from, but I'm not running from it. I would face what is waiting for me.
- Yes.
- Mary Alice Brandon, te under arrest for participation in Arthur's Rowenson's murder.
Not the end
1913, October 14
- Mary Alice, where are are you? Come here, young lady!- my mother's voice interrupted my thoughts. I was sognare ad occhi aperti about tomorrow, about one of the most happiest days of my life. That gorgeous dress and the jewelery will look simply perfect...
- Mary Alice, I am not going to shout anymore, if te would not come here...
- I'm coming, mom! - I was already at the the door. My intuitinion told me that if I wouldn't come downstairs, I would have problems. And one thing I truly learned during 12 years of my life was to trust my intuition. My intuition was the reason why tomorrow I will attend one of the most fanciest balls in Biloxi. I, only 12 years old girl from middle class, was asked to Rowenson's Mansion da their son - lovely 14 anno old boy, named Arthur. I had pretty much attention these days from boys, people keep telling me that I have something that atracts people to me.
Suddenly I felt my my cuore racing. It is stupid to think that something wrong could happen - I have everything : great family, a lot of friends, great future. I'm probably overexcited about tommorow.
- Here te are, Mary! I've waited for te ages, look what a beautiful scarf I brought to you... - and I let my mind drift into fantasizing about the ball...
1913, October 15
- And here is my lovely companion, miss Mary Alice Brandon,- I shook a hand to arrogant old lady whose name I've already forgot. Arthur acted like a prince charming, he presented me to everyone with such happiness that I could hardly understood him but that me feel great. Despise the fact that actually I felt horrible. My cuore was bumping so loudly, my stomach was clenched and I couldn't stop waiting for something terrible to happen. I never felt so terrible in my life.
- Mary, would te like a glass of champagne? - Arthur winked me.
- Yes, thank you,- I would be glad to stay away from him for a minute. I didn't want him to notice my panic.
- Just a second,- and he bowed. I couldn't help a smile. When he dived into crowd I headed towards balcony. I needed fresh air. And then something strange happened - my vision become blurred, but still I could see a couple arguing in the balcony, the man started shouting how much he hates the woman, he called her Josephine, and then he pulled out a coltello from a pocket.
- I will end your pathetic existence, Josephine. No più lies, no più pain, no more...YOU.,- he stabbed her. I could see blood pouring from a wound, I could see her terrified face and then I started screaming.
- Mary, Mary, what's happened?- I needed few secondi to realize that the horrible scene was gone. I was standing in the place Arthur had left me and I could see empty balcony from there.
- Mary, are te all right? - Arthur's face looked pale and worried. I noticed that everyone was staring at me.
- I, I'm sorry...,- I turned my head from a crowd and froze in shock. Few steps away woman was standing. The same women I saw killed 10 secondi ago. But there was a difference- she was completely intacted and instead of fear there was surprise on he face. She was looking at me like everyone else in the room. She was waiting for an explanation. And the only explanation I can think of right now isn't good. I went crazy.
1913, November 23
I couldn't believe it. After long mese of trying to calm myself that I probably fell asleep during a ball and had nightmare, after a long attempt to convince everyone that I'm completely fine and pretend like nothing had happened... I look at the newspaper again. Yes, the articolo was still there, on the front page. "English Lord killed his American wife". And the picture with pretty wcouple - Josephine and William Gray - the same couple I saw during the ball. And the worst thing of all, that the journalist claimed that the poor woman was stabbed in the balcony.
I wanted to scream. Somehow I knew that my good intuition lead me to this - what happened wasn't a nightmare. It was a vision.
1915, March 09
Today I heard it again. The same story between old ladies in the shop, how unlucky my parents are. Whole Biloxi stoped knowing me as a very pretty girl o talented musician, now everyone thought that Mary Alice Brandon was young insane girl, who lived in the end of the Oak strada, via and rarely came out of it. A few people who had been witnesses of my vision and later saw them becoming true, knew me as a psychic o even a witch.
After the news about my mental condition spread, eventually I Lost almost everything I had. Only later I realized that it wasn't the worst possible situation.
I have only two Friends now. Rebeca Collins and Arthur Rowenson still come to me sometimes. They always act very nicely and sincerely try to help me but I know that they don't believe that my visions are real though I should thank them for trying to pretend they do.
Friends are not the only loss. Another one is Cynthia- she always adored me, always wanted to be like me... Now she simply ignores me and tries to avoid me as much as possible. I can't blame her, she only wants a normal life without the rumors about crazy sister.
I guess at least I should be happy about my parents, especially my mother. They try so hard to support, and più important they believe me.
1915, April 19
Today I understood one very important thing. o actually I admitted one important thing - I have a feelings about Arthur. He was here yesterday, brought me my preferito fiori and we talked all day. He always so nice and so... Normal. He's always acts with me like everything would be normal and I guess that's why I started loving him. I kept looking at his gorgeous green eyes that I almost missed the fact that soon he will be leaving Biloxi and going to New York. He helped his father to establish new business, something about the cars, so his father decided to award him and gave him the business as a gift. After two weeks he will sign a contract that will create many working places here. Though I spend most of my time indoors I still can feel the thrill of the city. Everybody keep whispering how smart Arthur is. And for the first time since I was 12 I have to agree with them.
1915, June 02
- Mary, I can't believe your recitazione like this. Now, at one of the most important days... - Arthur looked angry
- Please, listen to me, Arthur,- I sobbed and begged at the same time,- Please, I know te never believed in my visions, but trust me, something terrible is going to happen, if...
- Stop. I had enough. I can't let down so many people just because te had a nightmare. I'm going to New York and we can have a talk after I will return. Goodbye, Mary. I hope you'll be better later,- and he turned around.
- Wait, no, they will kill you!,- but my mom's arms stoped me from following him. I could he people saying terrible things about me:
- She's insane, why her parents haven't locked her?
- It's obvious, that she is jealous..
- If he won't sign that papers, whole city would have a loss, how her parents can't understand that?
But I couldn't listen to them long cause I had another vision. o it would be better to say the same one I had 20 minuti fa when Arthur hugged me to say goodbye. I saw him lying on floor. I saw him dead. Killed. And I couldn't hold my self, I fell down on my knees and start crying loudly. How he could not believe me?
- Shh...Mary, calm down, maybe your wrong and everything would be all right,- I looked at my mother's face. She was holding me, trying to soothe me but also there was concern in her eyes and that made feel even worse. After a few minuti the vision returned and I Lost consciousness.
1915, June 05
Arthur and my mom was wrong. And Arthur was dead. I was lying on my letto when I heard the doorbell. I had another feeling that something bad is happening, but I wasn't quite sure whether it was something new o the same feeling that I am falling apart cause I Lost someone I love. I tries to ingoiare, inghiottire my tears, tried not to think about his green eyes when a rough voice interrupted my attempts. Suddenly, I could hear my mother shouting:
- No, te can't! She's only a child, how can te do that? No, stop!
I could feel my anxiety growing, so I started going downstairs until I noticed two policemen.
- Mary, go into your room! - my mother was crying, but I could see anger in her eyes. I can't remember having her an expression like this ever.
- No,- one policemen said. - Are te Mary Alice Brandon?
- Yes,- I could feel my voice trembling. Cynthia came from her room. She looked scared.
- Were te two days fa at the train station with Arthur Rowenson? - his voice was calm, but I could feel something hidden under his tone.
- Yes,- I felt a disaster coming to me.
- Did te tell Mister Rowenson that he will be killed?- now I knew the direction the disaster was coming from, but I'm not running from it. I would face what is waiting for me.
- Yes.
- Mary Alice Brandon, te under arrest for participation in Arthur's Rowenson's murder.
Not the end
i was in the car fast alseep. when Phil and Renee were in the front. i was going to meet my sister Bella and her husband Edward also Renessmen. i woke up "hey Karina were almost there" detto Phil. I rolled my eyes. i saw a white house. i saw Bella and Edward there i got out of the car and ran to them "BELLA EDWARD!!!" i scream. i ran to them and gave them a hug. i saw a girl with brown hair "renessmen." i detto "yes" she detto i gave her a hug. "wow you're so grown up are te like 13 o what?" "i'm 17" she detto "come one the rest are dying to see you" she said."hi hi" i detto "AHHH KARINA" yelled Alice "hi" i gave them a hug
Thanks to Empire for the picture.
Okay so I'm not one of those fan who wants the film to be exactly like the book-no offence to anyone- because I know thats just not going to happen.
But I was watching the new Twilight trailer and saw this:
Don't te think it's a little weird that all three cars are there, I thought the Cullens didn't want to bring any attention to themselves.Now I know all Film aren't like the libri they're based on, Harry Potter is a great example of that. But I thought the Cullens wanting to keep themselves inconspicuous was an obvious fact that ran through the book.
I know other people have noticed changes in the movie too- like Bella having her giacca at the restaurant, and that they've changed the name of the restaurant.
I just wanted to know what other people felt about this. Either way I'm still going to see the movie, I can't wait. But does anyone think these changes will affect the experience?
But I was watching the new Twilight trailer and saw this:
Don't te think it's a little weird that all three cars are there, I thought the Cullens didn't want to bring any attention to themselves.Now I know all Film aren't like the libri they're based on, Harry Potter is a great example of that. But I thought the Cullens wanting to keep themselves inconspicuous was an obvious fact that ran through the book.
I know other people have noticed changes in the movie too- like Bella having her giacca at the restaurant, and that they've changed the name of the restaurant.
I just wanted to know what other people felt about this. Either way I'm still going to see the movie, I can't wait. But does anyone think these changes will affect the experience?
So Like now EVERYONE in my school is Leggere twilight when I read it like before they even started to film the movie. So what what's my point? Well, my point is that before before Breaking Dawn came out, when some was Leggere the libri it was like te would talk to them and te would talk like you've been Friends forever when you've just meet the person. Now I see someone Leggere twilight and I eathier get tried of seeing them o get sick. Ok maybe not get sick but still te can't talk to the person like te used to talk to them, all enthusiastic and excited! And for me most of the time the real exciting stuff is in the movie and the people who read the libri nowa days don't know alot stuff about the movie. I believe that the people on the fansites are the REAL CRAZY fans, because if te ask anybody else what Spunk Randsom means, they wouldn't know. Anyway i just feel like it's so not exciting anymore....
