A/N: I forgot my disclaimer, but if I had been a good little girl I would have said, "Twilight, New Moon, Bella, Edward (darn it, darn it, darn it!!!), and everyone else are not mine. However the F1 generation is. Did you catch my science humor there?"

Chapter One

"Mo-om," I exxagerated the word as I dug around in the mud room. "Where the heck are my shoes?"

"Which ones, Alli?" she called back from our kitchen.

"The good ones! The ones I always wear!" I was nearly in hysterics. Sarah would be here in minutes, and I couldn't find my favorite Doc Martins to go with my outfit. Usually I'm not clothes-and-shoes-obsessed, but this was special. As in, only on Friday nights special.

I heard my mother in the other room muttering to my dad about me, but I didn't care.

"Mother!"' I wailed in frustration.

She finally appeared in the doorway. "Alice Rosalie Cullen, I am not your maid. You lost them, you find them." I could tell from the smile on her pretty face that she was enjoying this more than she should.

Suddenly it clicked. "Mother," I began, causing her to turn to look at me before she headed back into the other room. "Where is Renee?"

She looked too innocent. "She's out with some friends, dear. Why?"

I was now furious. ''That little werewolf stole my brand new shoes!"

My mother said, appauled, "Alice, I don't understand why it is that because you lost something, your sister automatically gets blamed. And besides, we do not call people werewolves in this house."

"Yeah," I complained, slipping my feet into some basic clogs instead. "That just goes to show you how weird our family is."

"Go sit on the couch and wait for your friends," she snapped at me.

I stormed out of the room, pushing past her and sinking into the soft cushion of our sofa once I reached the living room. I could look out the large bay window in front and see when Sarah pulled up. My father sat cozily in his favorite chair, the big wingbacked one by the fireplace.

"Alice," he began slowly.

"Yes," I said, my tone almost accusing.

He looked over the edge of his fat novel and said, "You are lucky I am letting you go out after that little escapade just now."

"Dad!" I cried in frustration. "Come on!"

He just glared with his liquid topaz eyes for a moment before returning to his book.

I sighed, leaning back on the cushion of the couch and staring blankly out the window. How long did it take Sarah to get here?

Too long. In stormed my little brother, Charlie, and his stupid friend Max.

"Hey, Dr. Cullen," Max called to my dad. "Dr. Cullen? Guess what!"

My father gave him a sincere smile. "What, Max?"

"Guess guess guess!!!" I'd never seen this kid so excited. Okay, I'd never seen this kid so excited in about a day.

"Hmmm." My father rubbed his chin in serious thought. "You convinced your mother to buy you a puppy?"

"No!"

"You learned to fly?"

"No!"

"Your parents decided they wanted to adopt two teenage girls?"

"Ew!"

"I give up," he sighed, throwing his hands in the air.

"Charlie and I are gonna be bug doctors! Just like you, only on bugs, not people."

"Cool," my dad said enthusiastically. "I want to dissect a bug!"

"Oh, that's it! I'm waiting outside!" I exclaimed in frustration, jumping up and heading for the door.

I heard my father's pleased chuckle as I stomped out into the cold night.

As soon as I saw Sarah's headlights I leapt from my sitting position on the stone steps of my house. It was freezing my butt off.

"Bye Mom," I called. I didn't bother with my dad; he'd already read my mind to know I was leaving. I had no idea what tonight was going to be like. If I did . . . .

A/N: I'm ba-ack! Just saying reviews make me feel all fuzzy inside. We all know that feeling, don't we? Spread the love around. By the way, as I said in the crap-o-matic summary, Allie is kind of like Susannah SSimon, from the Mediator books. Very sarcastic! Anyway, review please!