A/N : I'm sorry for the late update.

Just getting adapted to high school life.

But, I now know my schedule and will work harder!

Enjoy (:

Disclaimer : I checked again last night, and Twilight still isn't for sale. Therefore Stephanie Meyer still owns it, and I don't.

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"Not the best circumstances to meet the parents in huh kid?" Detective Yawn asked as the three of them briskly walked through the hospital.

"How'd you know I had just met them?"

"We're detective, we know everything." Detective Larson smirked. When they finally reached the car, Alice couldn't have been any happier getting away from Jasper's parents. The ride to the police station wasn't that long, but when she finally arrived Alice was scared.

What if Bella was there? Would they take her directly to prison? Or would they investigate her just like Alice?

"No worries Mary Alice, Bella's safely locked away in the local prison. She wouldn't get questioned here anyways." Detective Yawn slightly smiled and led the way into the building. Inside the station it was chaotic, workers were screaming into phones, screaming at each other, running around the room, and throwing papers around. Alice hugged herself, had she caused all of this?

"Sorry about the craziness, but this is a pretty big case." Detective Larson stated dodging a rather big detective with a stack of papers in his hands. They walked to the back of the building where a long row of doors was. Each had a little silver plaque on it stating who's room it was. Right in the center of the wall there was a plaque that read 'Detective Larson's Office', next to it was Detective Yawns'.

"It's okay, I understand." Alice said quietly, she was a little afraid. She didn't know how long she'd be here, or what kind of questions they'd ask her. What she wanted most was to be somewhere safe where she could sleep this whole thing off for just a little while. They stepped into Detective Larson's office, inside the walls were gray and there were black floor tiles. In the back of the room was a teak desk with a black leather computer chair, two black leather seats, and an extremely modern computer. The rest of the office was pretty bare, with a leather sofa, a small TV, a few plaques, and a bookshelf filled with thick hardcover books.

"Sit on the sofa, make yourself comfortable. We promise to let you go home by two o'clock, even if we aren't finished with questioning. It's been a long night for you, and you need your rest." Alice nodded and checked the clock before she sat down on the sofa, it was 12:15. She'd only be here for two hours, which was rally good. Detective Yawn sat down on one of the chairs near the desk and faced towards CL, while Detective Larson sat in the computer chair and turned her computer on.

"So, let's start with the easy questions; you did know Rosalie Hale very intimately yes?" Detective Larson asked unbuttoning her jacket.

"Yes, well like...friend wise that is, we were best friends since like seventh grade. We knew everything about each other." Alice stretched her legs out a little bit.

"Uh-huh, and how long have you two known Isabella Swan?"

"Uh... well I've known Bella since second grade, but Rosalie didn't until seventh. Bella and I never really got along though... we just tried and faked it since Rosalie wanted to be both of our friends."

"So when did Bella join you all's group?" Alice remembered the day perfectly, it was winter of eighth grade year and the classes went on a ski trip. Rosalie and Alice had been assigned a room together with Bella in it. Alice protested with a teacher about it forever ;

"No I don't want her in our room, she's too much of a dork. Can't we trade with someone?"

"Mary Alice, that's not nice to say, and no you can't trade. All the other girls seem fine with their groups, why can't you just accept yours?"

"That's because everyone else is in a group with their friends! I only have one friend in this room, and the other's a complete loser! Can't she sleep with you teachers?"

"No she can't. Now I'm not going to argue with you any longer about this, she's staying in your room, accept it."

Alice and the teacher argued about it for about another ten minutes before Rosalie interrupted and pulled Alice aside;

"Al, this is an opportunity, just apologize to the teacher and let Bella stay in our room."

"What? The only opportunity for this is to fall down the social ladder. We can't let Bella stay in our room."

"Alice, we can turn her into something, promise. We'll let her stay in our room and start the transformation. I promise we won't fall down any ladders anytime soon." Rosalie smiled at me and I finally agreed.

"Eighth grade." I said snapping out of the flashback.

"You never really liked her did you?" Detective Larson questioned leaning forward in her seat. Alice got a little nervous, and she don't know why. She hadn't killed Rosalie, Bella had, she had just experience the whole thing. Alice gulped before replying.

"It's not that I didn't like her, it was just…she was such a suck up."

"How so?"

"She was always under Rosalie's nose. Every time she said something Bella would agree, if Rose wore something new she'd always compliment it. It was just so annoying."

"So, you felt like she was invading your personal space? Like she was going to take Rosalie away?" Alice began sweating, this didn't feel right. She nervously looked over at the chic glass clock on the wall, 1:58. Only a couple more minutes before she could go home and just sleep.

"Well, I guess? It was kinda like I've known Rose for like ever, and Bella just barges in and tries to swoon her." Detective Larson nodded and closed her notebook. Smiling she stood up and walked towards the door to open it.

"Thanks for your time Alice, we'll meet with you again sometime after the funeral. You'll need some alone resting time. And please, go back to school soon, I think it'll be best." Alice nodded thinking of everything she probably missed, yes she had been gone for like ever, but she had taken e-school while away. She walked out of the room and the building to stand outside.

Alice stood out there for about five minutes before her mom pulled up in her sleek gray Mercedes. "Are you okay baby?" Alice nodded and climbed into the soft cool leather seats. Ms. Brandon seemed to sense that Alice didn't really want to talk about everything and quietly drove the forty-five minute drive back home.

Alice pulled out her phone and turned it on, causing it to buzz violently from all the messages and calls she had missed. Finally when they had ended she opened up Twitter, and typed out a simple message.

I am fine. Just watch the news. - Bralice

"Are you hungry Al? We can stop somewhere on the way, the fridge has been mighty empty since you've been gone." Alice smiled a little, remembering that this would be her first time home in months. She couldn't wait to see her dogs, her room, her pool, her shower, just her whole house period.

"Del Taco, sounds really good." Alice smiled her stomach growling, ready for the Chicken-fat Tacos, waffle fries, and Coke, that she was wanting. Ms. Brandon nodded and turned into the almost deserted parking lot and to the drive-thru.

They pulled into the curved driveway of the Brandon house. The neighborhood was quiet, though most people were up. Alice noticed that a few of her close neighbors were peeking through their windows to see what was going on. She sighed, grabbed her Del Taco bag and purse, then climbed out of the car. By the time her and her mother reached the top stairs Mrs. Malone, their nosy elderly neighbor had reached their house.

"Oh Alice! I heard what happened! I'm so sorry about your friend. Would you like me to make you some cookies? Richard insists I do." Alice did love Mrs. Malone's homemade cookies, all of them, but she didn't really want any now.

"Thanks Mrs. Malone, but I don't really want any." Alice smiled as her mom had unlocked the door. Mrs. Malone nodded and winked, then turned around and shuffle back to her house where Mr. Malone was standing in the doorway.

"I didn't even see her coming! Who knew a lady her age could move so quickly!" Ms. Brandon laughed as she threw her purse on the couch, and slid of her sleek black stilettos. Alice laughed lightly and walked into the kitchen to eat her food. Getting settled, she ate and thought about how different things were going to be. And what the hell tomorrow was going to bring...

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A/N= Everyone has a Ms. Malone in their neighborhood right?

Sorry for the short chapter! But it's better than none at all.

How will life pan out for Alice? Or Bella for that matter...

Please review!

-Chelliedeex3