This is my very first Fanfic! It is co-authored by my friend, Alex. Thank you so much Alex! I wouldn't have been able to do this without you.

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"Mary Alice Brandon?" My balding English teacher, Mr. Craft, said while checking role.

"Alice." I corrected him, only briefly pausing my conversation with my friend. He nodded and scribbled it down on his clipboard.

It was the first day of my senior year, and I was stoked. I was finally the big fish in the pond. Though it didn't matter, really. I'd always been with the "in" crowd, even since my freshman year. After my fifteenth birthday party, no one doubted that I was "in" crowd material.

Of course, people started bowing down to me after my killer Sweet Sixteen, which had made it on the TV show, "My Super Sweet 16". Not only that, but I had won the award for the best Super Sweet 16 on the reunion show.

The only party that had ever topped my Sweet 16 was, of course, my seventeenth. It seemed to be an impossible task: Topping the un-toppable. But I did it.

I was already planning for my eighteenth birthday party this February. Actually, that's what my friend, Sophie, and I were discussing instead of listening to Mr. Craft's soooo boring speech on the many books we'd be reading this year. I didn't care; some kid would probably beg to do my book reports for me.

The bell finally rang, saving me from the snore fest. As I walked into the hallway, which was lined with lockers, I saw a few new freshmen goggling at me. I smiled.

They were eying my designer skinny jeans, the designer top I had bought last weekend, and the incredibly high stiletto heels that joined them. They were my favorite pair, and I didn't have the heart to throw them out. They were nearly 3 months old. They were the kind that would make any other girl look like a hooker; they were so tall that any other girl would fall flat on their face within seconds, but not me, not Alice Brandon.

How do I have the money to have the wildest parties and wear the best clothes, you ask? Well, let's just say I have a little "gift" that comes in handy every now and then. But we'll get to that later.

I heard one of the little freshmen whispering "do it" over and over. I laughed inside. Finally, one of them spoke up warily, "H-hi, Alice."

I looked over at the little group, which was huddled up like penguins trying to share body heat, and smiled. "Hello." I said calmly. I was used to this kind of attention.

I was popular, and I knew it, but that didn't mean that I had to be all stuck-up to the underclassman like other people expected me to. Welcome to the fabulous Spring Oaks High School, I thought about saying. Where the food tastes like crap, the lockers are too small to actually hold anything, the teachers smell like B.O., and Alice Brandon reigns.

I had probably done those girls a favor. Now, they could go Brag to their friends that "OMG! Alice Brandon talked to me!"

I was considering skipping Math today, when it happened again. I felt it coming before I saw it, so- before anyone else could see me- I ran into the bathroom and closed the stall behind me. I was having another vision.

All of a sudden the bathroom stall walls disappeared around me, replaced by a very different image.

A girl was walking outside of her school. I instantly recognized her as my little sister, Bella. She walked towards the back of the school and stopped dead in her tracks. She was looking on as her boyfriend, Blake, was kissing another girl.

I saw the angry tears rise in her eyes as she walked towards the two. She tapped on Blake's shoulder. He then turned around, with a look of annoyance on his face. When he saw her, he looked surprised and started to talk,

"Bella, baby, It's not what it looks like-" Bella's face twisted in anger as the girl Blake had been kissing looked at her, smug.

Bella didn't answer. She simply took her right hand from the binder she was carrying and curled it in a fist. Before Blake knew what was coming, she snapped her fist in his face with enough force to give him a bloody nose.

She ran from the scene- tripping with her unusual clumsiness- and into the woods.

The vision faded and I sighed. I had to go get my sister before she gets mauled by a bear or something. The sad part was I'm not even joking. My sister's luck was so bad you'd think she'd walked under a couple ladders lately. But she hadn't. That was just Bella.

"Alice! What are you doing?!" I peered outside of my little stall, where Sophie was waiting for me. I hadn't realized she'd followed me in here.

"Um…"

"Oh, God. You're not pregnant, are you?" She stared at me. She should know better.

"No! I'm not that stupid. Seriously. My sister just…" I thought about what to say, and quickly added, "Called. She just called and said she was sick. I need to go pick her up." Sophie nodded, clearly relieved that I wasn't pregnant.

We both left the bathroom as the bell rang, echoing through the school. I wasn't worried about it, since I was leaving, but I heard Sophie utter a cuss word under her breath as she ran, waving back at me. I waved to her retreating figure.

I walked briskly to the front office. Not caring if the ladies stared at me for being late to class.

"My name's Alice Brandon. My sister's sick and I need to go pick her up. Can I sign out, please?" She tossed a clipboard at me, and I signed my name.

I ran out the front office door before exiting the school. I walked right up to the first parking spot, where my little yellow Porsche 911 Turbo was parked. It had been my sweet sixteen gift; it was my baby.

I climbed in and pulled out of the parking lot, which was completely deserted. I pulled to the left side of the middle school, which was right across the street from the high school, where I had seen Bella in my vision. This was the tricky part. How was I supposed to find a very clumsy little fourteen-year-old in the woods?

It didn't take me long to figure out that Bella wasn't even in the woods yet. I saw her running-and tripping-towards the woods, as Blake walked away with the other girl's arm around him.

I saw the blood trickling down his face and I smiled. I wanted to run that little player over for hurting my sister, but I couldn't help but think, That's my girl. As he whined over his nose, which was hopefully broken. There was no doubt in my mind that he would get ridiculed for getting punched by a girl.

"Good riddance." I mumbled to myself as I got out of my car, making sure I locked it.

I ran quickly towards Bella. Even in my giant heels, I could beat her easily. I was fast, and I was graceful. Bella was neither.

I slowed as she slumped against a tree, still not seeing me. She finally looked up, tears streaked down her face. I stared sympathetically down at her pitiful face.

"A-A-Alice?" She whispered between sobs. I sat down beside her, leaning against the same tree. I didn't mind getting grass stains on my nice jeans; I could buy new ones this weekend.

I sighed, as she put her head on my shoulder.

"You know. This isn't exactly the most comfortable spot in all of Houston... I betcha Charlotte is a lot better than sitting in the grass." She smiled, but it didn't reach her eyes, which were still wet. "Charlotte" was the name she'd given my Porsche. It had stuck with us as our own personal joke.

"Yeah... Let's go." I got up from the ground, and helped her up as she wobbled, but didn't fall. She never fell while I was watching her, I made sure of that.

As we walked towards my car she sniffled.

"So... did you see me?" I smiled. Bella was the only person who I trusted enough to tell her about my "visions". I didn't want to be put in a padded room, so I didn't even trust my parents to think I wasn't crazy. Bella, however, looked up to me like I could do no wrong, so she immediately trusted her when I told her that I could see the future.

"Of course. You know I see you better than anyone else." I smiled and took her hand. Bella had always taken pride in the fact that I could always see her future more than I saw anyone else's. My visions are kind of like the radio. I see them better when I'm more "tuned in" to someone.

"Did you see what happened?" She looked up at me, sheepishly. While she wasn't paying attention to her feet, she tripped, but I held her up without thinking about it.

"Yes, I did." I said, seriously. Then, with pride, I added. "I think you broke his nose." I smiled as she laughed. She shook her hand like it hurt, laughing again.

We piled into the Porsche and we drove in comfortable silence. Bella was never one for words. Really, we were exact opposites. Bella was shy, sweet, klutzy, and was pretty, but plain. I, on the other hand, was outgoing. People often couldn't get me to shut up. I was also very well known for my sharp features and looks.

But Bella and I were real best friends, unlike the posers at my school who claimed to be my friends. Bella never really fit in anywhere. I was surprised when she had excitedly told me of her new boyfriend, Blake. I hadn't had the heart to tell her that the boy was probably using her. That was another thing about Bella: She always trusted everyone.

I didn't trust the boy from the start, and I grimly realized that the "I told you so." speech wasn't going to cut it here, because I never had told her. I was guilty for that.

Bella didn't ask where I was going, because we both knew. I had dragged her to this place time after time; break-up after break-up. Though, most of the time I was the one who broke up with my boyfriends. Still, I always made the break-up an excuse to take my annual visit to this place with Bella. We both half-smiled at the familiarity of the sign that hung above the door: Baskin Robbins.

We ignored the stares of the passing guys, gawking at me and my car. Bella was used to this, as I was. One glanced at fleetingly Bella, who blushed at the attention. I felt the sudden urge to glare at the boys like a mother bear. I was very overprotective of my little sister.

I opened the door for Bella. She went to the cash register, already knowing what both of us would get.

"Two double-scoop, chocolate chip cookie dough ice creams in waffle cones, please." The guy who worked there remembered us immediately and had started getting our ice cream even before my sister had finished. I placed a hand protectively on her shoulder as the boys followed us in. They sat at a table nearby, still watching us.

We took our ice cream and I payed the man, leaving a few bucks in the tip jar. We sat down at a table as far away from the boys as possible. Still, we weren't far enough. The little ice cream shop probably wasn't big enough to even fit one of their egos.

I made sure that Bella sat so she was facing me, not the boys. This way, I could watch – and glare at - them. Bella blushed. She could feel their eyes on us, of that I was sure. I shot a glare their way.

Despite the annoyance at the other table, I didn't forget why we were here. Normally, I would be crying and telling my little sis exactly why all boys sucked and why I was never going out with anyone ever again... yeah, right, like that would ever happen.

Bella and I had some sort of quiet understanding today, however. I realized she knew he never really liked her, and that he took advantage of her. So, I decided, no pep talk was necessary. We sat in silence, enjoying our double scoops

We were ever so rudely interrupted as one of the boys wolf-whistled. I could feel the anger rising in me. It was these kinds of egotistical, shallow low-life's that I couldn't stand. I was close to getting up from my seat and giving them a piece of my mind.

Unfortunately I didn't have to.

"Hey. Are you gonna buy something or not?" It was the worker. He did not sound very friendly. From what I could see behind his colorful apron, he was much more built than these guys, and probably a lot older.

They just looked dumbly at the worker's glare. One of them started to get up, and the other's followed suit quickly. They left without bothering us.

The worker sighed and sent us an apologetic smile. I smiled back, thankful but still peeved that I didn't get a whack at them.

Before we left, I slipped a twenty in the tip jar and said a quick thanks to him. Bella was silent, but unshaken.

"Sorry 'bout that." I muttered as we stepped in the Porsche.

"'S okay." She said quietly, as always. I smiled at her. She always understood me.

She looked nervously out the window as I drove, clearly over the speed limit. Bella didn't dare look at the speedometer anymore; she knew better than that. But I sensed that she was worried about what our parents would say when she got home.

"Not ready for the fireworks?" I asked, already knowing the answer.

She had that deer-in-the-headlights look to her.

I laughed. "Don't worry, sis. I gotcha covered. This might be your first time in trouble, but it's definitely not mine. I know how to handle it." She looked a bit more comfortable, but not by much. It was true, though. Bella never got in trouble. It was unheard of.

I kept this in mind as we pulled into the mansion that we called home. I parked right in front of the door and pulled Bella up to the door with me. I opened the door slowly, waiting for it.

We heard our mother before we saw her, "CYNTHIA ISABELLA MARIE BRANDON WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?!"


If you don't remember, Alice told Bella in New Moon that her name was Mary Alice Brandon, and she had a sister named Cynthia. So I decided to incorporate that in my story!

-TG