A/N: This is the story of Alice from age 11 on up. I have no idea where I'll leave her story off but I thought it would be fun to hear about her life. And there will be some romance once she meets Jasper. Oh, and I don't own Twilight or any of the characters, no matter how much I wish I did.

July, 1911

A fire was blazing. The flames roared high, eager to devour the tiny house they had been set upon. They prodded and poked at every weakness of the building, finding the rotted wood and collapsing supports or the run down house and consuming them entirely. The old wood was no match for the flames, and soon the walls began collapsing, the building splintering into pieces. Screams filled the night air, and smoke gave the entire picture a gray haze, somehow making the scene even more terrifying. With one final howl, the fire appeared to grow still, trapped in its final moments of sickening glory. It fixed into this final image, which began to slowly fade, finally disappearing entirely, leaving only blackness.

Alice opened her eyes screaming. Yet almost the instant she started, she stopped. The sultry Mississippi day had been like a slap in the face, bringing her back to reality before someone else had had to. Looking around though, Alice realized that there was no one around to even witness her little episode. She was alone on the porch of her dilapidated home, her sister off with friends and her parents in town. Slightly relieved by this realization, the cold truth of what she had just witnessed began to grip her. Because the house Alice had seen burning was her own.

Alice knew very little about her visions. She didn't know why they happened, when they would happen, or who they would be about. But she did know that futures weren't definite. Things could change; each future had hundreds of variables that could make it untrue, the reality remaining unlived. So the fire may never happen. It could just become another unlived reality, never hurting anyone. There could be nothing to worry about.

But maybe there was. An icy fear gripped her as Alice thought about the possibilities this could bring.

Biloxi, Mississippi had a volunteer fire department which did drills once a month, but they were there more for show than for protection. If the fire happened, people would get hurt, even die! The fire could spread, destroying the entire town, leaving children parentless and families homeless. Fear began building higher and higher inside of Alice, and she knew she had to talk to someone. But who? Alice had learned to tell no one of her visions. People already thought her strange, with her sudden trance-like states and knowing smiles. She was somewhat of an outcast in her town, and people tended to stay away from her. Many were even scared of her, making holy signs whenever they accidentally caught her eye. They all had their superstitions, and even the reverend seemed wary of her. Alice knew what she faced by telling her secret, but she couldn't not tell someone about the fire. Hundreds of lives could be resting in her hands. She decided to go to the only person she had ever mentioned her visions to before: her mother.

"But I swear it's true, I saw it, I saw it Mother, and it could happen any day now," Alice pleaded. Things had not gone as expected when talking to her mother. Alice was now on the verge of tears, begging for her mother to listen to her, not expecting the slap that came her way.

"You told me those things had ended years ago." Her mother glared at her as if she was some abomination, to ugly to look at.

Alice had never seen her mother like this. She didn't know what to do and huddled in the corner of the kitchen, shaking and sobbing. "I lied. I still have them. But it's not important Mother, they just come to my mind. I can't stop them, they come anyway, and they've never caused a problem before, most of the time they're not important, but Mother I'm scared this time."

Her mother looked sternly at her, silencing her ranting. Her tone was as cold as ice as she spoke "You will speak of this to no one, do you understand? There is going to be no fire, no need to go worrying me over the insane fantasies of an eleven year old. What would people say if they knew you said such things as 'I saw it in my mind'? You imagined it, Mary Alice Brandon, and I will hear no more of it. Now go to your room and stay there. You will have no supper tonight."

Alice headed meekly up to her room, her sobs quieting as her eyes ran out of tears. She had a feeling things were about to start going very wrong.