AN: This is set before twilight in the Cullen's second year at Forks high school so Bella isn't there yet. Merci beaucoup for your time people!
Chapter one
"What are you taking Alice?" Rosalie asked me as we sat in the back seat of the Volvo on our way to the first day of term. I looked up from my new timetable.
"Art, History. . . oh and. . ." my face grew dark. "Home economics."
Rosalie gave me a "are you crazy look" and I sighed. "Esme is making me take it because of that time that I tried to make pancakes for those random home inspector people." Emmett started laughing from next to me.
"I remember that, half the mixture ended up on the ceiling and you nearly burned that guy's face off." He giggled.
"It was along time ago." I snapped at him. "It's gonna be awful." I slouched down in my seat. Jasper turned round from the passenger seat and gave me a sympathising look, I immediately felt better and sat back up again. "What about you Rose? What are you taking?" She wipped out a ponder pack and lipstick and began casually doing her makeup, a sure sign she is trying to be nonchalant about something i.e not drawing attention to it because a. Rosalie doesn't need to wear makeup and b. She had done it thousands of times before.
"Oh em. . .nothing much." My fears were confirmed. She through a glance at Emmett but he was still looking out the window, pretending he hadn't noticed the signs. "English, Maths, PE. . ." she couldn't continue because Emmett's head had whipped around.
"PE?" he asked sternly, Rosalie nodded, still examining a pretend spot in her compact. "Rosalie we talked about this. Remember when you nearly disembowelled that kid?"
"He was offside!" Rosalie screamed, all pretence gone now.
"That doesn't matter Rose." Emmett growled. "You can't take PE."
Rosalie stuck her tongue out at him and he rolled his eyes. They both turned to face the window and I sighed. Edward chuckled from the front seat.
We pulled up in the parking lot 3 minutes later and we all got out. Rosalie ignored Emmett as he handed her her pink prada bag and snatched it from him in lightning speed. Edward gave her a warning look, people did tend to watch us at Forks high school and I didn't blame.
My first lesson was Home economics. Rosalie's was P.E. Jasper gave me a kiss as he and Edward headed off to maths. Emmett should have followed them but to my surprise he slouched towards the office instead. What was he up to?
I slung my rucksack over one shoulder, and zipped up my Jacket as it started to rain. Eventually I found the H.E classroom and entered with a timid knock. There were only four other people doing H.E this year, all whom I recognised. There was Tara, a vain, self centred girl who was always copying Rosalie outfits and hairstyles. Henrietta, a petit girl with a shock of violent red hair. Katrina, a rather podgy, stuck up, teacher's pet who had once called Edward a . . .very bad word when he had refused to take her to the spring fling. And finally Darren, a self confessed emo who I heard from Edward had once stuck a lead pipe through his ear for a bet. He peered at me through his fringe and I hurried to a free seat next to Henrietta, the only one of the four I thought I could stand to sit next to. A door opened to our right and a short, rather fat woman walked into the rectangular room, lined with gleaming ovens. She beamed at us, he eyes nearly disappearing in a mass of wrinkles. She sat down at the head of the big table that we sat round and took out an ancient mark book. She perched a pair of half rimmed spectacles on her beaky nose and smiled at me.
"You must be Alice Cullen." Her voice was croaky and I could smell her nicotiny breath from where I sat. Resisting the erg to start coughing I nodded back. At that moment there was a knock on the door and a soaked and bedraggled Rosalie appeared at the door, she shot a grimace at me before delivering a white slip of paper to the teacher, whose name I did not yet know. She came to sit next to me with Tara on her other side. Rosalie glared at her; Tara did not seem to care as she let her hair lose as Rosalie had hers and began riffling her hands through it to make it appear messier. In a way I felt sorry for her, she would never be as beautiful as Rosalie.
"Rosalie Hale?" the woman wheezed at her and Rosalie did actually start coughing. The teacher glared at her for a moment before returning her face to the pleasant mask that adorned it most of the time. Rosalie nodded, still coughing. I had to hide a smile.
"My name is Mrs Haley." The woman continued. ". . . and I shall be your home economics teacher this year." She paused between her perfectly pronounced words to throw a dirty look towards Rosalie who still had her hand over her mouth.
"Today we will be starting with some practical work, to test your knowledge so far in this subject." Rosalie and I exchanged a horrified glance. "We shall be making cupcakes." I had never been more afraid of a fairy cake in my life.
