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I decided to try the Fictionista Workshop WitFit Daily Word Challenge. (mouthful, there.)

I had doubts I could pull it off, as I am a notorious over-thinking analyzing dork, but I'm finding it extremely freeing.

So, I get a word a day and then it turns into a chapter. I'm along for the ride as much as you are. Some chapters will be longer than others- no rhyme or reason.

This will be a continuing story line. If that changes, I'll let you know.

Last but not least, first time writer here. I'm pretty tough but lets all use our manners, okay?

Prompt: Pearls of Wisdom

"Please. I'm so sick of your little pearls of wisdom," I said to Alice, throwing my hands up.

"They're not… ugh!" She stomped her foot. "Whatever, Bella. You wouldn't know wisdom if it hit you over the head." She said, glaring at me from inside the closet.

"I know that I don't need you embarrassing me any more than I embarrass myself," I muttered. "Seriously. Just… I don't want him to be coerced or anything. It has to be natural or it won't count."

"Fine." She stomped out huffing and puffing but laid my outfit gently on the bed. "I can dress you, I can fix your hair, I can put you in the right place at the right time but none of that will matter if you don't know what the hell to do with yourself!"

I flopped back on the bed. I felt defeated before I had even started. "Well, what if it works, Alice? What if he notices me and then he finds out that I'm not really like that? All fancy with my hair done and makeup and stuff. Then he'll be disappointed. I think that would hurt worse then if he never noticed me at all."

She stood in front of the mirror fluffing her hair, pulling out little pieces here and there so that they stuck up just so. I never would've had the guts to walk in a salon and demand they practically shear my head like Alice did. She had confidence and I didn't. That was us in a nutshell.

"You just need confidence." Alice said, like it was something that had never been said before.

"It's false advertising," I said weakly.

She bounced onto the bed and crawled up my side to cuddle. "I wish you saw yourself clearly," she sighed. "It will all work out though. I can feel it. "

"Do you think anyone will ever love me like Jasper loves you?"

"Of course they will." She cooed, patting me on the arm. "Maybe it will be Emmett. But you'll never know if you don't try."

"Do you think a guy will be able to tell I've never kissed anybody before?" I whispered, because this was big-time confidential information.

"Well, if they're drunk they won't be able to tell. Then you can just practice and he'll never know."


"Yeah, drunk is gross. Tipsy on the other hand, is kind of sexy." She leaned up on one elbow. "Just let him lead. Don't start shoving your tongue in or anything."

"Okay. Embarrassed now."

She grinned wickedly. "If you'd only let Eric Yorkie have his way with you when we were juniors you wouldn't be in this predicament." Her hands framed words in the air on an invisible marquee. "Bella Swan. 20 and Never Been Kissed."

I smiled in spite of myself. "Why do I allow you into my room?"

"Because you love me. And because I won't let you sabotage yourself." She rolled off the bed and stretched. "Enough wallowing. You'll be so cute tonight you won't even have to say a word. Emmett won't know what hit him. Trust me."

"I do trust you." I sighed. "I think."