Chapter 3

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"So what are we actually going to do as the ultimate prank?" I asked Alice. Her eyes rolled back and she stared blankly for a little bit, then grinned at me. "OK. This is what we do – write it down." She handed Rosalie a notepad and pen, and she started scribbling away quickly. "First of all, we turn all the paintings upside-down. Then, we wrap everything in the house in bubble wrap, including each individual flower and item of clothing. Finally, we rearrange all the furniture in strange ways and fill their cars with Pizzas."

"Wait, What?" I asked Alice.

"Fill their cars with Pizzas. From Dominos."

"Why?"

"I have absolutely no Idea." She said, shrugging. "Rosalie, have you got all that down?" Rosalie nodded. I raised an eyebrow, then flopped down on the soft white Sofa, bored. We all sat in silence for a few minutes, until none of us could stand it. "So. What are we going to do for the next four hours until we have to set up?" I asked Alice. She started thinking, twirling a lock of short black hair around her pale finger. Rosalie sighed. "We give each other makeovers!" Alice grinned, at the same time as Rosalie and I groaned.

"We are NOT giving each other makeovers!" Rosalie snapped. "I don't want to sit in your bathroom for two hours while you play with my hair! The last time was out of order." Alice pouted, looking at her scowling sister with Sad, Golden eyes and a suspiciously innocent face. "You looked good!" she told Rosalie. Rosalie's face turned almost red with anger, as though she was about to explode. "Good?" Rosalie snarled. "You let Emmett style my hair! I had to gather up all the chopped hair and have it made into extensions! And it took two months before the dye came out!" Alice giggled, and I tried not to smile, imagining what Emmett would do to Rosalie for a laugh, if he had access to her hair. "But Emmett's not here! Please Rose? Please?" When Alice looked like that, it was hard not to feel sorry for her. "You can do my hair." I told her, in spite of myself. Alice grinned and darted up to her room, gesturing for us to follow. "That was nice of you." Rosalie told me, as we walked up the stairs, and I shrugged. Rosalie perched on Alice's bed as Alice pushed me into the chair and started fiddling with my hair. "Alice." I asked. "This is just a temporary makeover, right?" I asked her. When she didn't answer, I started to worry a little. After what seemed like forever, she handed me a mirror. "Alice!" I yelled. I should never have let her near me. My hair was a shoulder length and wavy, streaked with gold. Long black lashes framed my eyes, and my lips were painted cherry red. I looked OK, but I was angry with my friend, and soon-to-be sister. "You are NEVER to touch my hair again!" I yelled. Alice ignored me, and turned to Rosalie, beckoning with one, pale finger. "Your turn." She told her. Rosalie shook her head at her sister, who pouted once again. "Now that I've seen what you did to Bella, there is no way I am letting you near me."

"But I PROMISE not to attack your hair!" Alice pouted. "I mean, come on! Bella looks good!" I scowled at her, contradicting her statement. Rosalie sighed and sat down in the chair. I watched from Alice's unused bed as she played around with her sister, sweeping make-up over her face and combing curlers through her hair happily. It was late, and I started to doze off on the bed.

I woke up to the sound of a scream. An angry, short-haired Rosalie had dunked Alice's head under the tap. "This is for cutting off my hair!" she yelled, pulling up Alice's head.

She had dyed Alice's hair red.

Rosalie started to laugh at Alice's dark red hair, and I couldn't help but join in. Alice seemed annoyed, until she saw her reflection and squealed happily. "It looks so good! It's going to go SO well with my new black skirt!" Alice skipped off, leaving Rosalie in her sister's bathroom, looking irritated. I raked my fingers through my newly styled hair, and groaned. "That didn't work too well. I was supposed to be getting back at her." Rosalie sighed. Then we looked at each other, and giggled at the memory of Alice's hair.

"We have 2 hours to go, so let's have a fashion show!" cried Alice. For once, Rosalie didn't object to it. "Alright, Rosalie, go and pick some clothes. We can take turns to take photos. Now Bella, I'll pick something out for you to wear." Alice decided, taking my arm to lead me back to her room. It took a few second to sink in. "Hey!" I yelled. "I can choose my own clothes!"

"No you can't." Alice told me. "And you need someone to tie up your hair."

"You've done enough to my hair." I muttered darkly. She just laughed.

The fashion show was OK. Rosalie looked beautiful, posing immaculately in a silver dress. Even with short, chin length hair, Rosalie was perfect. Alice forced me to participate wearing all blue clothes with makeup and immaculate nails. She took hundreds of pictures with such a small camera and, surprisingly, I didn't mind the dress I had to wear; blue silk, draped with chiffon. "Take another photo!" cried Alice, pirouetting so that Rosalie could take more pictures of her sister's black dress and scarlet hair. I lay across the couch as we looked at the photos. "Alright, it's time to set up the prank. I'll take care of the furniture, Rosalie; you can turn around the paintings and wrap the clothes, and Bella; you can order the Pizzas." I nodded and went to get the shiny, silver cell phone that Alice kept in her room. On the way there, I turned around. "Oh Alice? Do you want the dress?" Alice turned around and grinned, the light dancing off her glittery white teeth. "Keep it." She told me. "Now we've got some serious pranks to pull!"