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APOV

Mary Alice Brandon Cullen. That's me. I prefer Alice than Mary or Mary Alice. If you do call me either, I'll personally see that you get murdered by a hired assassin or me. I prefer me doing the job, but sometimes, I'm busy. I don't have enough time for bitches or bastards.

I'm not goth, nor punk. I'm emo. As in the krrrshk-slice slice skin, baby. I usually do them on my wrist, or on my shoulder. None of them leave marks, unless they are really deep. I only have a few scars, and those are not from cutting. Those are mostly from the fights I've been. Now wait a minute... There's something wrong with my wardrobe.

Ugh. Haven't I told Esme not to buy me any neon coloured clothing? All I want is black, red, or navy blue. NOTHING ELSE.

Couldn't she understand that I AM A GOTH. I LIKE BLACK, I LIKE RED. I DO NOT ENJOY NEON COLORED THINGS. I DON'T LIKE RAINBOWS AND UNICORNS. I LIKE PAIN, I LIKE BAD THINGS. I LIKE BLACK, I LIKE RED. AND I LIKE THE FASHION INDUSTRY.

Got a problem with that? No? You should've said yes. I would've had a chance to beat you into a pulp of red goodness. Now, shut up.

I sighed in disappointment and wore my clothes. A black tee, a leather jacket and skinny jeans. I got my socks and wore my black chucks. I went to the dresser and pulled out a drawer. I got my spiky choker that looked like a dog collar, but whatever, it looks good. I also took my black spike studded wristband. I put it on my wrist and got some hairspray. I made my hair go spikier that it was before.

There, I look magnificoco.

I took my bag and trudged downstairs. I threw my bag on the couch and sat on a stool. I ate the pancakes Esme cooked. I squirted lots of maple syrup and stabbed it. I put them in my mouth. The door opened. Rose is there. I ignored her and stuffed the pancakes in my mouth.

I saw Esme come out of the kitchen. I jumped down the stool and talked to her.

"I thought we got it settled that I. DON'T. LIKE. NEON. COLORED. THINGS." I said venomously. She shuffled her feet, brushing her foot on the other leg.

"Well?" I tapped my foot on the floor.

"I thought you would like a change. Or maybe your mind would change?" She said with a questioning tone.

"I would tell you if I would. But NO, you just had to buy me those ugly colored things. Now, what would I do with them? I won't wear them." I said.

"Well, I guess if you decided to change, you could use it." She said. I considered that one. I could probably use them as rags or something. So, I just shrugged, and headed to the bathroom.

I brushed my teeth and I got out of the bathroom. Emmett came to me.

"Happy, oh little Alice the fashionable Pixie?" He asked and twirled. Yes, he did twirl, or else, there will be hell to pay. I nodded, agreeing. Rose came in and he skipped merrily to her. Sheesh.

I headed to my car and waited for Jasper to come in. He opened the door and sat down. He looked great, as always.

I gunned the engine and speeded my way to the school. I parked beside my brothers and sisters and went out of the car. I walked towards Rose.

"Oh my God! Have you watched the latest news? Isabella Swan, is a runaway! I mean, she escaped the clutches of her mom and went away. Nobody knows where she is, except her assistant, Angelica. She won't talk!" I chirped. I told you, I liked fashion. Don't be surprisedo (pronounced as sur-priced-oh). Uhuh, I know Spanish.

"I know right! I mean, she could be anywhere by now! The fashion business won't survive without her!" Rose added. Just then a car entered the school parking lot. It was the newest version of a Bugatti Veyron. How did I know? Blame-o Rose.

"OMG!" Rose squealed, "Is that a Bugatti Veyron?" She yelled madly. The car parked across Eddie's car. Huh.

Then, the door opened. A leg came out. If I was lesbo, I would totally do her. Man, that leg is sexayy! Wait, is lesbo Spanish? It ends with an o. Just like surprisedo, faceo, flooro, caro..

Then the driver got out. It was ISABELLA SWAN!

Mental scream. REJOICE, REJOICE!

She's really breathtaking, and I'm a girl. Her pictures and shows didn't do her justice. She looks so much better in real life! She's defiantly fitter and beautiful-er than what they made her appear to be.

Then, a pin dropped. I don't even know why'd the hell a pin drop. Maybe because of the thing where it says, "you could hear a pin drop," whenever there is silence. Meh, I guess that person was bored and decided to drop a pin. Well, can't blame him or her.

Isabella Swan jogged towards the school doors. So, it means that she's going to my school! YEAH! I can interview her, and be her bestfriend! Then, we'll do shopping together, makeovers (of course, with black) and so much more!

"That's... that's.." I said, speechless. I think this is the first time I've ever been speechless. I don't really know. I never count. I'm lazy.

"Isabella Swan!" Rose squealed. Bitch, I know. I'm just speechless. Do I look like a moron to you? Huh? Or an idioto? Or a stupido? (A/N: stupido is actually an Italian word, but if you added an e in the front, it would be Spanish. You're close, Alice! Tee hee.)

I can't believe she's here. But, fuck why? This place is very boring. Very green. Very dull. Very ugly. And, it lacks the beauty of black. You can't see much things that are black. We need to change those. Seriously. They make me even more depressed than I'm supposed to be.

I'm excited to meet and greet my new BEST FRIEND!


Author's Note: Sorry people about all the introductions. I need you to read those so you would understand the story later on!

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xxx,A.