Prologue
ALICE'S POV

I sat in my room when I heard a pissed-off scream.
"Edward!" Rosalie shouted angrily from the kitchen. Uh-oh.

Rose only shouted like this when someone was in trouble. Most of the times, it was Edward who annoyed her. Rose was my adopted sister, and both of us were adopted by Esme and Carlisle Cullen. They adopted her when she was ten years old, so she had lived in the Cullen household for six years. She was sixteen now, and she was the family member I got along with the best.

Our family also had three other members. One of them was Edward, who was Esme and Carlisle's biological son. Then we had Jasper. He was nineteen and the one our family had adopted the latest. The last one of my brothers was named Emmett. He had been in the family for a long time, and was now twenty-one years old.

Rose and I were best friends. I've always felt a bit jealous at her though. Rose had the most amazing hair and features – any supermodel would want to look like her.

Esme and Carlisle had always wanted many kids. Although they were almost never home. It felt like they had adopted us all to take care of each other, instead of them doing it.

Carlisle worked as a doctor in a hospital. The hospital was far away, so he could be there in days without coming home. Esme worked as an interior designer and painter. She always had her hands full with a project. When she was home, she either was in her office or she just stepped by for a quick hello. However, when she was home, she was a great mother.

I loved having many a large family. Edward didn't agree with me on that. Sometimes he'd rather be the only child, even though he was happy that we had us. Because the Cullen siblings were not just normal siblings. We were each other's best friends.
And we were great at fighting like normal siblings.

"Eddy! Get down here now! You broke my ipod, you jerk." Rose snapped at Edward. Everyone knew that Rose loved her ipod. Edward would never break her ipod on purpose. It was her most precious belonging – which she told us several times per day. I heard Edward walk down the stairs and Rose shout at him.
I sighed. Oh great!

If they started arguing, which could go on in hours, the rest of the family would have to wait to eat dinner. It was Rose's turn to cook. Since our parents weren't home that much we had to split up the chores. Today (Thursday) for example, I had to clean the living room. Tomorrow Emmett had to drive us to school. I decided to go down to the kitchen and try to solve the problem.

The kitchen was in its usual, complete chaos. Edward stood next to the oven with a frown on his face. Rose stood next to him, holding a peanut butter jar in her hand.

"Alice! Thank God that you are here. You have to help me," Edward said with a relieved voice. Apparently the ipod issue was fixed, because disco music came blaring out from it.

It was my favorite song. Oh, I forgot to tell you who "I" was.
My name's Alice Cullen. I've just become eighteen years old. Some day I wanted to become a fashion designer in New York. I always thought about how cool it would be. How cool it was going to be. I was determined to design the most fabulous clothing line ever.

"Earth to Alice," Rosa said jokingly.

"Uh... what did you say? I spaced out a little," I told them truthfully. There were some times I just nodded along at what they said though I didn't have a clue what they were talking about.

"Did you bring the dog?" Rose chuckled. It was our intern family joke. Every time someone 'spaced out' they brought the dog with them on the space ship. For anyone outside the family, the joke wasn't funny at all, but for us, it was hilarious.

"Nope. I forgot the poor thing home," I joked back. Of course, we didn't have a dog. We couldn't take care of it alone.

Edward complained again. "Alice, help me. Rose is making us eat peanut butter to dinner!"

I giggled. If I remembered right, Rose wasn't the only one that had made some bad meals through the years. If Rose was an untalented chef, Edward was definitely worse.

I glanced at the clock. Was it already seven thirty? The family (not our parents, of course) was always meeting at this time to eat dinner and talk about our day. Emmett and Jasper should be home soon...

A loud crash came from the frond door when someone shut it. That must be Emmett, I thought. Indeed, he stuck his head through the kitchen opening. We didn't have a kitchen and living room door, it was all sort of like an open space.

"What's wrong with peanut butter?" Emmett asked, offended. Emmett was the oldest in our house. Because of that, he had to take of both the house chores and us. Though there was one little detail our parents didn't care finding out about before they put him in charge. Emmett was also the most irresponsible and all he wanted out of life was to have fun.

Rosalie greeted him curiously,"Hi Em, why are you home this late?"

"I was at work and had the roughest day you can ever imagine. No, rewrite that, I had the most awful day. How a customer can complain that much is a mystery to me." Emmett replied and sat down at the kitchen table. Edward and I sat down next to him. He worked as a bartender at the small but successful bar called The X-tra.
Sometimes he came home happy, and sometimes he was exhausted.

"What happened this time?" I asked him.

"There was a customer who couldn't decide what he wanted to drink. At first, he wanted an extra strong martini, so I made him one. Then he remembered that he shouldn't be drinking, so he wanted a light beer. I made him one, and then he decided that he would rather have an extra strong beer. When I made that, he wanted a coffee with milk. Then I made that too, wherefore he decided to go with a martini anyway. A weak martini, of course."

Edward, Rose and I started laughing. "Oh...my...god. I would feel sorry for you ... but this was too funny," Edward chuckled.

"Where is Jasper, by the way?" I wondered. If anyone would know where he was, it would be Emmett. He and Emmett were good friends, and so were Edward and Emmett. Emmett was just the type that got along with everyone who didn't get offended by his vulgar jokes.

However, Jasper... he didn't get along well with people. Our parents adopted him only a little more than a year ago. He had the hardest time with accepting things. He had a messy childhood with many problems, which he didn't talk about often.

Of course, these were just the bad parts. Usually he wasn't a living zombie; he was funny, cheery, and unbelievingly good looking. I swear, he was the hottest guy I've ever seen. He had curly, sexy 'dirt blonde' hair. I just wanted to run my fingers through it.

He also had the most beautiful blue eyes on Earth. In addition the sexiest body too. If you liked that eight pack, over muscled type of guy, Emmett was perfect for you. However, Jasper had the world's longest sick pack and I won't describe what seeing it does to me.

Unsurprisingly, he was tall too. I never asked, though my guess was that he was at least 6.2 feet tall. Next to him, my short 5.4 feet would look ridiculous. Not that I dreamed of being next to him. On the other hand, well ... I did. Ever since the first day I saw him, I knew that he was The One.

"Jasper is somewhere…" Emmett began talking, and then got interrupted by the subject himself.

"I'm home, no need to miss me," Jasper cut him off. He looked around in the kitchen as he walked in. He let his eyes slide over every person in the room, as he always did. Rosalie. Emmett. Edward. Then finally, his blue eyes met my green ones. It was as if the world stopped for a split second.

"Isn't this cheery, everyone is here," Rose interrupted sarcastically. She empathized cheery. "Ya'll are right in time for dinner. Which will by the way be peanut crisp cookies, OK?"

Peanut crisp cookies were a nicer name for peanut butter mixed with milk, warmed in the micro. Emmett nodded enthusiastically, Edward looked at Rose disapprovingly, Jasper smiled, and I shrugged. It was amazing that we got along even though we were so different. We could never agree on something, so some of us had to make sacrifices.

"I've said it before and I'm going to say it again. Peanut butter is not an appropriate meal." I mimicked Edwards voice. We all laughed, except for Edward.

We gathered around the kitchen table. I almost immediately pulled out a sketching book from my large pocket and chose an empty page. Today I was wearing a blue, grey and pink colored jeans skirt with lovely flowers on it. The extra ordinary thing was that its pockets were huge. It was super cool and trendy.
I started to sketch a elegant dress and half-listened to the friendly chatter around the table. I often missed the first part of the conversation, so I didn't exactly understand what they were talking about.

"... So I told him to fuck off. I told him that he could keep on dreaming of me if he wanted, but he was only going to appear in my nightmares." Rose reported her day. An irritating boy named Johannes asked her out daily and she was tired of him bothering her.

"... Cannot believe that Mr. Stockey gave me detention! I promise I didn't do it, only two times. Or five, but that doesn't matter." Edward was, believe it or not, one of Junior Highs most popular guys. He learned how to get in trouble from Emmett and he used his pranks often. Now, apparently, he had opened Mr. Stockey's car and let loose some frogs in it.

"... 'you don't think that I know what I'm teaching?' He asked. That was when I made my mistake – I told him that I knew more about history than he ever could search on internet. He gave me detention for one month. We will be at the same detention, Eddy." Jasper had once again told his history teacher that the facts he learned was incorrect. Everyone knew that his history teacher looked up the things he learned out on internet.

Both Junior High and Senior High had detention at the same place. They called the place the meeting aula and it was there all students had to listen to the principal talking about rules every Monday morning. Detention was on Friday and was usually supervised by the sports teacher for Senior High. Fortunately for the 'prisoners', if they did something that wasn't allowed during detention time, the sports teacher could only threaten with giving them even more detention time.

Then, the turn came to me. "How was your day, Alice?" Emmett was the one who asked – of course. He always wanted to know everything about everyone. Everyone's attention turned to me.

"Not much happened. School was boring, so I sketched some new dresses during class time. I'm going to Port Angeles this weekend, do you mind if I borrow your car, Emmett?"

"Yes, I do mind! I prefer to keep my car in pieces and not broken, lil' sis. But didn't you have a science test today?" Emmett immediately said.

"How did the test go?" Jasper asked.

"Ehum. I think it is safe for me to say that it was a complete fail. Please, Em! I won't hurt your car!"

"Remember that time you drove off the street and smashed a window on Esme's volvo?" Rose defended Emmett.

"That was a completely different thing . . . It was! Don't look so skeptical, c'mon…"

"Fine," Emmett sighed. "If our parent won't say anything about your science test, the car is yours to borrow."
Damn! There was no chance they would let me get out of that. That meant no car. Maybe I could persuade someone to drive me . . .

"Don't even THINK of me driving you," Jasper destroyed my hopes.

I sat back and pouted. I'd make them regret it.

ROSALIE'S POV
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Riiiing. Riiing, ring.

I jumped down from the kitchen table, leaving the peanut crisp cookies in the micro to warm. The others were talking eagerly about something, not noticing my almost-fall towards the telephone in the hallway. No one actually called us on the home phone except for our parents.

Ring, ring, riiiiiing.

I'm coming! I shouted in my head as I picked up the phone. "Cullen residence, hi mum!"

"Rose, it could have been anybody else, you need to pick up the phone with only saying Cullen residence." Mum said, but of course she was the one calling. She just wasn't home enough to notice that she was the only one calling on this line.

"Mum. It was you. Is everything alright?" I listened to the chatter in the kitchen and knew that they didn't hear me talking in the phone.

"Rosaliiiiie, they are burning!" Alice yelled loudly in her usual chirpy manner.

"I'm on the phone," I yelled back to her, covering the speaker of the phone so Esme wouldn't hear me.

"I'm in the middle of a meeting sweetheart, but I wanted to remind you about the family meeting tomorrow at four o' clock." Esme said.

"But mum, it is Friday tomorrow and the boys have detention . . . We will never make it in time," I argued. Family meetings sucked.

"No sweetie, I've already gotten them out of it. This is very important and it is going to influence your lives. I have to go now – Kiss, kiss!"

Damn. Damn. Damn! Every time she said that . . . we had moved. Damn!

I walked back to the kitchen with a shocked expression all over my face. Every time we got used to a place, we had to move. My siblings knew me well enough to notice my change in mood. The peanut butter crisp cookies were indeed burning – as much as they could burn, which wasn't much. I took them out quickly and gave everyone two pieces each.

I sat down and started to take out my anger on the cookies. They all looked even more worried. The conversation had died out.

"Rose, why so grumpy? It's Friday tomorrow," Emmett tried to cheer me up.

"It might be . . . but it is also family meeting day. Four o' clock. Mum called." I looked up carefully to see their reactions. Just as I imagined them.

"What about detention?" Muttered Jasper.

"She said that she already had gotten you out of it. She said it's important… that it will influence our lives," I mocked.

"We're damned." Edward commented.

"So,"

"Fucking,"

"Damned."

For once, we all agreed and thought the same thing.
I just wasn't sure if that was something good.

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/ Trasselgirl