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AN: My first story on here, I hope you enjoy. It's not a typical high school fic, and I tried to mix up the stereotpyes. Enjoy!

Chapter One: Returning and Ruling

Being the queen bee of a school definitely has its perks. That cannot be denied. You can only get to that status by being pretty, confident, reasonably rich, and contrary to popular belief, intelligent. You have to be charismatic, which I am. Powers of persuasion, blackmail and bribery are also qualities stored in my artillery.

As the ruler, I know absolutely everything that goes on in the school. Hell, I either encourage, discourage or straight out forbid it. I can make or break reputations; I allocate relationships; I protect those I feel I should. Likewise, I can throw someone straight into the lion's den.

Another year at Forks Institute of Learning, boarding school to the rich, super-talented or both, was not my idea of fun, but I can make it enjoyable enough. I have enough resources to master the puppets that call themselves people. I can manipulate even the rebels that like to call themselves individuals. Like I said, I am the queen bee.

And those were my thoughts as I strode out of my father's car onto the neatly gravelled drive leading up to the school. I hovered by my father as he took my bags out of the car, and gave him a small kiss on the cheek as we said our goodbyes. I wouldn't see him until Christmas, and even then we'd rarely have a moment together without one of his almost teenage girlfriends lurking by. Deciding I didn't want to trouble myself by attempting to carry my three cases to the main building, I employed the services of three nearby juniors. I was a senior myself this year, only giving me more power than before. The three eager boys fought over the heaviest bag, courageously trying to impress me with their muscles. One was fairly attractive, but his hair was far too artificial for my taste. Oppositely to what most of the student body thought, I usually went for the individual type when I needed some release, choosing to keep the preppy, popular sort for when I needed a publicly acceptable date.

I strutted confidently up the stairs, the boys flanking my sides while I swayed my hips, my three inch heels clicking up the stone steps. A girl who I briefly recognised as a freshman from last year opened the large oak door for us to slip through. I waltzed straight up to the front desk, despite their being three other people in front of me. The receptionist barely gave my actions a second glance - even the teachers accepted how untouchable I was - before digging out my schedule and handing it to me, along with my room key and school calendar. Unfortunately, even my status couldn't get me out of having a roommate. If worst came to worst, and I couldn't stand them, I would simply make them trade with someone else. I gave the woman a polite thank you, nodded to her, and exited the room once more, the boys in tow. We journeyed across the campus to the dorm blocks.

The main building housed all the offices, classrooms, halls, drama stages and the dining room. A two minute walk from there gave way to the dormitory buildings. There were three in total: Frost, Wilde and Hardy, all after famous poets. I can't say I loved that they were all male, but the name of my dorm wasn't my greatest concern. Just in view of the dorms lay the PE department, with completely state of the art equipment, as resided in every part of the school. People from all over the country would kill to get a place here, and though there were many different groups, cliques and stereotypes here, the whole thing was pretty elite. We were all united in that aspect.

I told the boys to stop outside a room on the first floor. The room wasn't mine, but I wouldn't allow them to know my real room number. I then asked three girls conversing in the corridor to help me. They jumped to it, and soon my bags were on the floor in my room. I placed my things around the half of the room that I claimed as my own. Though I was pretty much royalty here, I wasn't a complete bitch unnecessarily; I would let them have their space, whoever they happened to be.

I didn't have to wait long before she arrived. She was lugging two brown suitcases and some sort of musical instrument case sat on her back. She was panting slightly, and looked glad that I had left her the bed nearest the door. The room was large, and I wasn't sure how long she could keep carrying that stuff. I regarded her with a blank expression, observing her to see if I would have to have her switched after only a few moments. She looked meek, but didn't have that doormat look about her.

She placed her bags down and turned to look at me. She was taller than me, probably around five-seven, with think blonde hair and delicate features. She would have been extremely beautiful, perhaps more so than me, if not for the huge glasses magnifying her eyes and her silky hair pulled back into a messy plait down her neck. I didn't recognise her at all.

"You're new here," I stated.

"Yeah, I just got accepted here," she replied. Good, the girl didn't try give me her life story.

"What's your name?" I enquired. I needed to know some things about her if I were to keep her here. She could be a closet junkie, and that would have a very bad impact if not found out straight away.

"Rosalie Hale."

"Mine's Alice Brandon. Before anything, you need to know some things. One, I am the queen bee here, and I pretty much run this place. You will learn over time that certain things are untouchable if you don't want your life here to be hell. Judging by that that was on your back, you'll fit in perfectly with the band. You'll do well to stay there. Mess with things that don't concern you, and you will find that there are consequences. Understand?"

The girl looked slightly overwhelmed, and had that rabbit caught in headlights look to her. She nodded. "Yes."

"I'm not saying any of this to be nasty, I just need this place kept in order, and the balance kept. Do you have any siblings?" I asked, my voice relatively kind.

"A twin brother. He's a senior, too."

"I see. I haven't found a reason to dislike you yet, so you'll be staying here for the moment. Don't expect a friendship of any sort, though. Like I said, stick to the band." I looked down at my watch, realising it was nearly time to go to dinner. "It's dinner in a few minutes. I can have someone show you around the campus for the next day or so, if you like?" I asked.

She looked at me in confusion. "Um, yes, I suppose."

I nodded. "They'll be here soon."

Grabbing my phone, jacket and some money, I left the room to find someone to guide Rosalie about for a bit. It didn't take me long; I found one of the band geeks entering her room. I racked my brains to remember her name, and called her over subtly.

"Angela, right?" I asked.

She regarded me suspiciously. "Yes." I quite liked this girl, in a 'in a world without cliques, we could be friends' sort of way. She was strong-willed, and could stick up for herself. Her friend choices clarified where she stood socially, however.

"I have a new roommate. She plays… I'm not sure what, actually, and I don't really care. She just needs someone to show her around for a bit. Can you do that?"

Angela nodded. "I have nothing better to do."

"Excellent. Room three-six-four. She's my roommate, and I have to deal with her, so if I find she's drowning, there'll be words, got it?" I said sternly.

"Uh-huh," she replied, seemingly unconcerned by my tone. This was why I liked her. She obeyed without being a doormat, and showing some air of defiance. I watched her trot off to my room, and I made my way across campus to the dining room.

The dining room was a social affair at Forks Institute. Too posh to be called a cafeteria, the dining room was its name. There were several long tables in the large room, each seating about six people on each side. The direct centre table belonged to me, and my… elite circle. It changed slightly every so often, if I felt that someone was changing to my dislike. Conversely, if I felt like giving someone a trial run, they were invited to the one seat that I always kept empty. That, and the two tables either side of it, were the only ones assigned. Everyone else sat at a different table each time. They still sat in their groups, though, that was a given. The two tables next to me were the people just out of elite status, but the next in line to be called upon. Most were seniors, but several were juniors.

I usually liked to arrive a few moments after everyone got in there, to make my appearance an announcement. Today was no different. If anything, it was so much better. The start of a new year, new faces and judgements. Everyone sat with baited breath one the first day back to see who, if anyone, I would remove from the elite. I gave the masses their wish today, as I saw Tanya Denali sat down, looking anxious. She had reason to. She had kissed Garrett Summers on the last day of school last year. She had messed with a relationship that I had put together, thus kicking herself out of the elite. Garrett's relationship with Kate had survived the summer, so I had heard, which I was glad for, but that didn't cancel out what Tanya had done. To her own cousin no less.

I got myself a tray of food and walked over to the centre table.

"Hi, Alice," was the greeting from most of them. I could hear the tremble in Tanya's voice, and I was pleased. It meant that I was doing my job properly. She knew I wouldn't make a scene. Not that sort, anyway. Everyone around knew that I wouldn't scream, or shout, or yell at her to leave. No, I would look calmly and blankly at her, and politely ask her to leave. The room would be silent, and she would walk in shame to another table, one willing to house her. If there were none, I would make sure that there was one tomorrow. Though she was no longer elite, she would fit in somewhere, unless she chose not to.

"Hello, everyone. Tanya, why are you sitting here?" I asked calmly. The table tensed, sending waves out to the rest of the room. A hushed silence descended on the pupils of Forks Institute.

"I was, uh, I thought…" she trailed off, not knowing what to say.

"You kissed Garrett in the summer," I stated. Garrett, sat near me next to Kate, flinched, while Kate glared at Tanya.

"I just-" she began.

"I'm sorry, Tanya, but you tried to ruin something I created. You knew the rules. You were trusted for a while, but you broke that." Then I uttered the words that everyone there was itching to hear. "I'm going to have to ask you to leave, Tanya. I don't want to hear about you messing with things that aren't your concern again, do you understand?"

She nodded weakly, tears building. I ignored them. She stood up gracefully, trying to leave with some amount of dignity. She had none; her being 'removed' as some liked to call it proved that. She left the room quickly, taking the apple from her tray and fleeing. I would have to think overnight about where she would fit in now.

A minute passed. And then, once I picked up my fork and started to eat, the whole room continued like nothing had even transpired. The room burst into conversation, and I took the time to see what new faces there were this year.

Real life was different to in the movies. In films, you always saw the cliques sitting at the same tables every lunch. This wasn't true in our case, they moved around. Sure, the cliques were set in stone, but I wasn't so cruel as to tie them down with special seating plans.

The emo and goth population resided in the corner of the room closest to the bathrooms. They talked, they laughed, and were not complete vampires. My cousin, Edward Cullen was a full-on goth. There was no emo about it; it was big Doc Martens, long leather coats and white eye makeup all the way. They knew where they stood. The band geeks occupied the table nearest the door. They were a large clique, but spent so much time practicing that they rarely sat down here at meals. Then there was the artists. The odd musician fell in there, too, but usually the solo pianists or guitarists. That particular group consisted of the kids who took textiles, drama, media and general art studies. I had actually paid a few of them to make me clothes upon occasion.

Repeating my earlier comment, life is nothing like the movies. In real life, the 'loners' don't all sit on the same table, glaring at the people having fun, and eating in silence. They scatter themselves around the room, often conversing with someone with similar interests. Or seeming lack of.

The academics took up a large portion of the bottom of the room. The ones completely focused on achieving, with no time for fun and games. Namely the ones riding on a scholarship here. The skaters and tomboys were kind of universal at Forks Institute, hanging around together, generally slacking off. Lastly, on the final table was an enigmatic little group that I hadn't ever been able to allot a name to. There was no apparent group leader, and they had no differentiating style. They rarely caused trouble, and though not immune to my rule, they never really had reason to come under it.

There were about ten of them. The students in their little group were Ben Cheney, Vanessa Wolff, Jessica Stanley, Laurent DePaul and Victoria Lemmings. They were a very close-knit group, fiercely protective, and completely objective to joining my group. I had asked both Edward, Victoria and Jessica upon occasion, and all had declined. They were a curious group, but totally innocent.

"So, Alice, how was your summer?" Emmett asked. Ah, Emmett. He was the king to my queen, the left to my right, the one person at Forks Institute with almost as much power as me. Almost. He was the loveable big brother I'd never wanted but somehow got. Star of the football team, he was automatically granted popularity.

"It was alright. Nothing terrible exciting, but the summer never is. Dad spent the whole of it with his little 'friends' so I had the beach house to myself a lot," I replied.

"Didn't you get completely bored?" James asked.

"Totally. But the local… entertainment kept me occupied," I grinned.

"I'm shocked, Alice. I hope you didn't do anything I wouldn't do," Emmett said in mock horror.

"Even if I didn't, that would give me a pretty wide spectrum wouldn't it?" I said innocently, tilting my head to the side whilst grinning mischievously.

The table laughed. I hadn't been aware that everyone was in on the conversation. "What about you, Emmett, meet any pretty girls back home?"

"A fair few. I actually had a fling lasting more than a fortnight."

"Wow, seriously?" I laughed. "That's a pretty big achievement for you."

"I know. You should try dating every now and again instead of screwing random guys when you're home for the holidays. Even fucking some of the guys at school might help; I have no idea how you go so long without getting any."

"The answer is simple, Emmett. I refuse to let myself be ruled by my hormones. I am mature enough to know not to mix my school life with pleasure."

"Isn't it mix business and pleasure?" Kate asked from a few seats down.

"The school is my business. I'm no less than the CEO, and I can't very well go around doing my employees, can I? it would be so very unprofessional of me," I countered. I was saying it mockingly, but I was serious. I wasn't about to mess with the perfect balance I maintained. Dating could be paid attention to later, that's what college is for.

The subject was changed then, and we moved on to talking about the new faces. I told them about my new roommate, and I pointed her out across the room. Kate and Irina both thought she was pretty, and we wondered how we could get her looking better without showing any outward signs of friendship. I amended that she would have to stay looking frumpy for now, until we could find the time and means to get her a new look.

I asked if anyone knew her brother, as I hadn't seen him yet, and I wanted to know if he could be Elite material. It occurred to me that I didn't know his name yet. No matter, I would find out later. I continued looking around for new arrivals, when I noticed the teachers' table. A medium height, brunette woman was sat laughing at something one of the other teachers said.

She was very pretty, classically beautiful, I suppose you could say. Her long brown hair and eyes gave her a girl-next-door look, but her womanly figure, emphasised by a silver silk blouse and high-waisted, black pencil skirt proved otherwise. The fifty-seven year old Mr Varner was already drooling over her, staring intently at her chest.

"Who's that teacher?" I asked vaguely, to no one in particular.

"Ms Bella Swan," Irina replied. "My schedule has her name on for English, and she's the only new teacher here."

"Hmm… Ms, not Miss?" I enquired.

"Yep. I found out from Principal Cullen that she's twenty-six, and divorced."

"So young?"

"Yeah, she was married to some random, but they split about a year back because he realised he wanted her mom over her," Irina informed me.

"Ew. That's disgusting. Do you know what happened next?"

"The guy was rich, a baseball player, Phil Dwyer. She was extremely pissed, and worked to get all she could when they divorced. She must have had one hell of a lawyer, because she got her hands on a couple of million. She hasn't spoken to him or her mom on over a year."

"Her mom actually got with him?" Emmett asked, stunned.

"Turns out they'd been having an affair since before he married Swan," Irina concluded.

I knew better than to ask how she found all this out. She could have the basics from Principal Cullen and have the full story, plus details in less than an hour. Serial gossip, Irina was a brilliant source. And the sort of person you never let anything slip near.

"Wow," I said, very matter-of-factly.

Most of us had finished our food by then, and decided to go hang out by our haunt, a small cluster of logs and benches by the giant lake. I declined the offer, wanting to go get some rest and a shower before school began tomorrow. I told them all goodnight, and walked back to my room. I quickly showered, not bothering to blow-dry my short hair. I had had it cut over the holidays, and it was now incredibly easy to manage, even without drying it. I towel-dried it, and threw myself down on the bed. This was sure to be an interesting year.

AN: So, what did we think? Good or bad? Yea or nay? Hit or miss? I think you get the picture.

A little info: The story will mainly be told from Alice's story for a couple of reasons. One, I like writing from the point of view of the smooth, arrogant character. I find it surprisingly easy. Two, there will be a lot of things going on in this story, and Alice knows them all, so rather than tell it from the third person, OR switching around a lot, I'm going to tell it from the point of view of the all-knowing one lol. But, to keep her on her toes, we will soon see the arrival of a certain (un)desirable.

Also, Alice and Emmett aren't together, nor will they be or have ever been. However, they have hooked up once or twice. But now it's completely platonic.

Lastly, sorry for rambling, the whole story is going to be OOC, so if that's not your cup of tea then I recommend something else. But this is how I wanted it, a change from the norm, without Rosalie being an ice bitch and Alice being a hyper active fashion designer, Bella being completely introverted, and Edward being a player. Thank you guys.

Review, if you will.

Thanks much,

Abby x