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Brushing my short, black hair back, I felt a nudge on my shoulder. In the mirror in front of me I noticed my best friend, Rosalie Cullen, wearing a short, black cocktail dress that showed off her long, beautiful legs. I looked up to her face, smiling at her lips, her blonde hair, her very light brown eyes, and her small, yet feature enhancing beauty spot just above her top lip.

My brother, Emmett Evenson, came in to the room, not even bothering to knock. I turned around and frowned.

"What the hell are you doing here, Emmett? Get the hell out!" His eyes were glued on Rosalie, who had her eyebrows raised at him.

"Emmett, go." Rosalie instructed. Of course, him being in absolutely in love with Rosalie, he obeyed and exited the room. I sighed loudly and looked to Rosalie.

"Rose, Hunny, sorry about him. He's a fool." I shook my head and she just grinned at me.

"Its fine, Alice," she shrugged, "It doesn't bother me one bit." She said with a slight grin.

Rose loved being adored by others. Her whole life revolved around it. And being my friend, and always being in this household with my brother constantly hovering, she was continuously adored. Emmett would do anything for her. If she told him to jump off a cliff, he would.

Emmett was big. Not fat, just tall and really well built. He had a large amount of muscle, building up his torso and arms. To any other girl, he was handsome and absolutely to-die-for. He had really short, dark brown, almost black, hair. 6"5' and 18 years old. We were twins, despite our many differences. It's obvious to anybody that we are fraternal twins. He was athletic; he played football for our school, Forks High.

Forks is a small town in Washington. It is covered by a near constant cover of clouds and rain. And it is so depressing, it gets me down. It gets everyone down. Here, there is a small police force, a hospital, a high school, and a few hundred stores. The town is surrounded by forest, and just an hour up the road is Seattle; the nearest sign of large civilisation. Rosalie and I are constantly going there; the shopping is simply fantastic!

A small town lives an hour the opposite way to Seattle, one called La Push. In La Push lives my friend of some time, Isabella Swan, and her best friend, and previous boyfriend, Jacob Black. He is a stunner; he has, not a six pack, an eight pack, I swear! Long black hair turned short covers his almost oval-shaped face and his almost seven foot tall figure could put any basket ball player to shame. He was pretty damn funny too, but I was convinced that he still had a thing for Bella.

See, since Bella and Jake broke up, Jacob has been dating a girl he met in the La Push Res high school. Renesmee was her name, but we all called her Nessie. Bella never picked up that maybe, just maybe, Jake was only dating her because she looked almost exactly like her, and she was quickly learning to act much more like Bella. Jacob was never one to get over girls easily, his relationship with Bella took many months to get over and yet, he still wasn't over her. It'd been about two years, and lately, Bella had had six boyfriends, none of which she kept a long relationship with. Embry Call; she'd only dated for three days.

She'd also dated Mike Newton, Seth Clearwater and even Quil Ateara for a few weeks. Her relationship with Seth and Mike though, they were the two longest ones. As of late, however, she'd been really interested in a new person. Rosalie's cousin to be exact. After Mike had dumped her, and after the three days of constant tears, Rosalie suggested that both Bella and I join her at her family's get together, where all her family would come to town, spend the night, get drunk; whatever they wanted. Rosalie hated those nights. Her family were exactly like her; massive attention seekers and she couldn't compare to all the others. They all forced the attention upon themselves, and Rosalie was forced to the corner to watch her family embarrass themselves or worse; embarrass Rosalie herself.

But her cousin, Edward Cullen, was simply amazing. His bronze hair was of medium length, and often described by Bella as 'sex hair.' I had no idea what that was, but his hair was just remarkable. His green eyes, complimented his hair beyond belief, and his broad jaw line rounded off his face perfectly, making his face one of the most beautiful you'd ever seen. But behind his beauty stood a different life. One of depression, despair and sadness. His parents, Elizabeth and (ironically named) Edward Cullen, both died of swine flu recently.

Carlisle Cullen, Edward's uncle, and hence Rosalie's father, took Edward in, looking after the only child of his beloved sister Elizabeth, and, already knowing that Rosalie and Edward would get along, vowed to take care of Edward, even if his life depended on it. Carlisle was a young man, just 36 years old. He had a child at just 18 with his wife, whom soon died after giving birth to her only child Rosalie. Rosalie never knew he mother, which I always thought was a good idea. It was better to have never known her then to have lost her during her lifetime.

Edward and I have been friends for some time, we'd met some time ago when I was fifteen, as was he. We'd spent lots of time together, and we'd become friends, good friends. However, Edward, he's always at Rose's house when Bella and I visit. He's always sitting on the couch, staring emptily past the television, which is usually playing mindless music on MTV. It saddens me to see him like this, but he never notices. The death of his parents was so sudden. They'd passed away before Edward had had the real chance to say goodbye.

Carlisle paid for Edward to attend a psychiatrist, but they weren't doing much for Edward. With each new day, he remained blank. Quite. Isolated.

Esme, my mother, had always thought that Edward would be perfect for me. The day she met him, after going out for a lunch date with Carlisle many years ago when I was just fifteen, she knew that Edward and I should marry. It was kind of old fashioned; being hooked up at fifteen, seeing each other often (mainly as friends however), and then told to marry by the age of eighteen. Esme didn't care, she really wanted for me to be happy; Edward had a whole life ahead of him, and he was going to be rich.

Carlisle was quieter than the rest of his family. Yes, they were all attention seekers, but Carlisle wasn't. He was a caring doctor, whom worked for the Forks Hospital. He did a lot of shifts, particularly day shifts. He liked to do the day shifts so he could spend a lot of time with Rosalie and Edward. But Carlisle wasn't as conceited as Rosalie. At times, I wondered if he was even her-

"Alice?" The calls of my name from my mother and Rosalie woke me from my slumber of day-dreams.
"Hmmm?"

"You okay?" Asked Esme.

"Yes… Yes, fine." I answered, pecking a small kiss upon her cheek. "Rose, Bells and I are going out today. We'll be back tomorrow." Esme just smiled at me.

"Hun, go have some fun; just remember the rules, okay?"

Ahh, the rules.

The rules state that I, or any member of my friends or family, must stay away from our 'enemies', the Hale family.

They originate from Texas, and along with Jasper, the son of 'the Volturi gang' boss-guy Caius Whitlock, is a group of young boys, whom have always threatened, and hated my family. I didn't understand why they did it, but surely enough they do. I let it slide often, only seldom letting it get to me. Surprisingly enough, I was lucky to hardly ever get threatened, and for that I was lucky, unlike my brother at times.

"Yeah, mum, I will. Love you!" I shouted as I ran out the door, my hands swinging past my legs. Rosalie followed me out, and we jumped in the car I got for my 17th birthday. A yellow Porsche.

When she gave that to me, I freaked out. I screamed for about 15 minutes, and continuously squealed "I love you, I love you, I love you!" whilst hugging her for another hour.

Rosalie and I got in, me in the drivers seat.

"C'mon, let's get Bella."

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