AN: I'd just like to reiterate (ooooo fancy word) that this is set a year before The Cullens meet Bella cos there seems to some confusion about that. Thanks for reading my fanfiction!!! This chapter is from Rosalie's point of view!

Chapter Two

We stared down at the cooking implements and ingredients laid out on the gleaming work surface in front of us. I shot Alice a scared look, how the hell were we supposed to know how to bake cup cakes without a recipe?

I had asked the dragon lady whether we would get any instructions and she just glared at me and said in a voice that would put sleep deprived Bella to shame (i.e very grumpy) she said.

"Ms Cullen, you are seventeen years old, surely you've made fairy cakes before." I was about to snap back at her when I received a short, sharp dig in my ribs from Alice. She received a beaming smile from the incompetent teacher, I swear she's schizophrenic, and the woman bobbed away to examine Darren the emo was doing.

"What are we going to do?" whispered Alice. I shrugged my shoulders in panic. "What's little miss Rosalie doing?" she asked me, still in hushed tones.

"Who?"

"Your clone over there." She pointed at Tara, we both giggled.

"She's measuring out some white stuff." I whispered.

"Which one?" said Alice, holding up at least five different packets of white powder that I didn't recognise.

"It's sort of powdery." I said.

"Well that narrows it down." Alice pouted. At that moment I felt a tap on my shoulder and I whirled around.

"Not started yet girls?" Ms Haley hissed at me.

"Where just getting going" Alice smiled at her and tipped half a bag of white stuff in a big bowl. She's such a teacher's pet. Ms Haley smiled back and continued her rounds. I returned my gaze to the bowl below us.

"What was that?" I asked, panicked. Alice was reading the label.

"Vann-il-ah pow-der" she slurred and shrugged at me. "What next?" I scanned the work top and spotted:

"Eggs, you put eggs in cakes right?" Alice shrugged again, she seamed to be going on a shrugging fest, and dropped two eggs into the bowl. They hit the bottom with a crack and their shell broke.

"Aren't you supposed to fry them or something?" I said doubtfully. It was apparent that Alice had no idea either. I glanced over once more to see what Tara was doing.

"She's adding some white liquid." I squinted my eyes. ". . .only a little bit though, she's using a spoon. . ."

I glanced back to what Alice was doing. She had poured half a bottle of the liquid into the bowl.

"OOPS. . ." she said and giggled, she seemed to find it funny that we were going to completely exposed for what we are in the middle of a (semi) crowded room. I frowned at her. "What next?" she was still giggling. Tara was adding little brown pellets to her bowl.

"They look like rabbit droppings." I wrinkled up my nose. "We have chocolate." I said brightly.

"Do we just put it in?" she looked like she had her reservations.

"Yeah why not." She was clearly throwing caution to the winds.

Alice dropped the bar into the pool of sludge, and a considerable amount sloshed over the side. This was frightening. Tara's mix was smooth and slightly stiff, while ours was a gloopy, lumpy, sticky mess. Tara placed little cases in a tray. Where were our little cases?

"Do you think we have to make them out of this?" Alice held up a roll of murky papery stuff. I didn't know, I didn't know anything.

"How did she make them so quick?" I could understand it.

"Maybe she's forgotten to give them to us." Alice said brightly.

I spotted the only thing we hadn't used yet.

"What's this, butt-er." Alice giggled.

"You said butt." She was on the point of hysteria, I sighed and started carving little cups out of the hard yellow mess.

"What are you doing?"

"It's obviously some sort of clay." I snapped at her. Alice let out a shriek of laughter, everyone looked at us strangely.

We poured our muck into the little tubs and looked around to see what to do next.

"They're putting them in this cupboard thing." Alice said opening and closing the oven. I sighed and slid the tray in, just in time.

"YOU SHOULD ALL HAVE THEM IN THE OVEN BY NOW." Ms Haley shrieked at us. Me and Alice shut the door and leant against the work top with relief.

"How long do they stay in there?" I asked.

"Until they're ready." Alice shrugged AGAIN. "So who come you're in here." I scowled.

"Emmett." I whispered, I was still fuming. "He told the office that I had violent attack of asme is I went near anything related to exercise and that it had all been a big mistake." I grinded my teeth together. How dare he? "They asked me what subject I wanted to do instead and I tried to tell them that Emmett suffered from amnesia but he had already told them that I did so I just thought I'll keep Alice company."

"Thank god you did because if I had been on my own I would have thought to use this. . ." she held up a tin of paper cases. ". . . Instead of clay." I stared at her.