"Bella Swan," a female voice cackled over the loudspeaker, "Please report to the guidance office." Bella quickly gathered her things and walked out of the building, pulling up her hood to shield her face from the drizzling rain. Her shoes clacked loudly against the cement sidewalk, and she sighed. Alice had insisted on dressing her this morning, and she had meekly surrendered to her demands. Now she was in tight blue skinny jeans, small black heels, and a low-cut maroon sweater with a lacy camie underneath. All morning she'd been on the receiving end lustful stares from every boy in Forks High, and between these and Edward's continuous growls she had grown especially exasperated.

She soon reached the guidance building and walked in quickly, glad to be out of the rain. She was greeted by a middle-aged woman with frizzy blond hair who handed her a small stack of papers.

"We found the scholarship forms you requested. You can fill them out over the weekend, and return them sometime this month. I wish you the best of luck dear, our records show you're an excellent student."

Bella smiled gratefully, accepting the stack of forms. "Thanks. I appreciate it."

"You can go back to class now, Ms. Swan, unless you have anything else you wish to discuss with me." Bella nodded, turning to leave, when she tripped in her heels. She barely caught herself by grabbing the edge of a bulletin board, tearing a flyer that was hanging there. I'm going kill Alice…

"Oh, sorry about that," Bella mumbled, red in the face. As she handed the flyer back to the counselor, she read the words WILL YOU BE THERE WHEN YOUR FRIEND HAS AN EATING DISORDER?" Suddenly a plan sprung into her mind.

"Um, Mrs. Reeston," she said reading a nearby nameplate, "actually, there is something I would like to talk to you about. Do you mind?"

"Sure sweetie. Why don't you come over here and sit down?" Mrs. Reeston led them over to a pair of chairs in the corner, sitting down and motioning for Bella to do the same.

Bella gave a small smile, working to keep the expression of a worried friend. This was going to be good.

"See, one of my friends, I think she has a….problem."

"You know you can talk to us whenever you need to. We are here to help." the councilor responded in a sympathetic tone.

Bella took a deep breath, trying to make this a truthful as possible. She had to do this just right. "Well, the other day, I was reading in the paper about a girl with anorexia, where you don't eat and constantly exercise. And the girl got thinner and thinner until it killed her. I began to think my friend might be like that."

Mrs. Reeston nodded. "Go on dear, you can tell me anything."

Bella pinched herself, trying to bring tears to her eyes. She might as well go all out. "This girl, she never eats, and I just don't know what to do. At lunch, she just sits there, staring at the tray. And," she paused, as if struggling for breath "I'm really worried." She managed to make her act somewhat convincing, overcoming her horrible lying skills by concentrating on the true parts of the statement. Alice didn't eat, and sometimes she really was worried for her….

"We really need to know who this is. It's the only way we can help them." Her tone was caring but firm.

Bella nodded. "It's…..it's Alice Cullen."

The councilor flashed her an assuring look, standing up and heading to the phone, calling Alice out of class. Oh was she going to get it….

Mrs. Reeston returned to her seat and together she and Bella waited in silence, jumping when Alice entered minutes later. She looked angrily at Bella, then composed herself and turned to the councilor. "Is anything wrong?"

"Please, Ms. Cullen, why don't you sit down over her? I have a couple of questions to ask you." Alice complied, sinking gracefully beside Bella, a look of total innocence on her face.

"Now, I know this might be hard to talk about, but your friend has told me you haven't been eating. Is this true?"

Alice flashed an angelic smile, perfectly at ease. "Oh, I don't think there's a problem. Sometimes I skip lunch, but usually it's just the classic reason-I'm not big on cafeteria food. But you can ask any of my siblings and they'll assure you I'm always snacking on this or that. Bella's a great friend, and she always worries about me, but usually it's not necessary. Really, I'm very lucky." Her delivery was ten times better than Bella's, and Mrs. Reeston looked partially convinced.

"Okay sweetie, but if something's going on, you need to tell us about it. You know we're here to help," she said, repeating her earlier words.

"I understand. I know this is a big problem for a lot of girls." The councilor smiled somewhat unsteadily. Suddenly her face lit up, as if she had just gotten an idea. Bella heard Alice give a small growl next to her, and was worried what the woman had decided.

"Here, before you go, I would love for you to try one of my homemade cookies. I'm taking them to my garden club meeting this afternoon, but need an outside opinion. There's chocolate chip, cinnamon, and oatmeal, so you should probably try each one to make sure they're all okay."

Alice smiled feebly, looking uncomfortable. "Of course."

Mrs. Reeston walked over to her desk and grabbed a Tupperware container off the top. Coming back over she popped off the top and handed the box to Alice.

Alice tried to contain herself, but Bella didn't miss the look of disgust on her face when she grabbed a cookie. She shoved it into her mouth, chewed quickly, and swallowed, looking as if she was about to be sick. Alice quickly ate two more, a grimace on her face as she licked her lips and her fingers.

"Those are delicious. I'm sure everyone will love them." Alice's tone was light and cheery, but she stared at Bella with loathing. This had worked out much better than she had planned.

The councilor seemed satisfied. "You can go now girls. Come back and see me if you want to talk." Alice and Bella stood, gathering their things and left.

Mrs. Reeston watched them walk away, observing Alice drag them into the girl's bathroom. "Hmm…" she mumbled to herself. Grabbing a sticky note, she wrote in uneven handwriting "Alice Cullen, possible bulimic?"

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