Disclaimer: Alice may not be mine but the plot is. Just so you know. Review? Or doesn't anyone do that anymore.

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Even though I have attended High School repeatedly over the past few decades, the concept of summer still excites me. Perhaps it's the allure of being completely myself for three solid months. No. It's just because I have more time to shop. I poured through the racks of clothing, ignoring Bella's protests. She might as well get used to me buying things for her otherwise she's going to die complaining. Bella is my Barbie and I will dress her how I want. I spotted a navy blue dress across the room and draggedher over to inspect it.

"Alice, that's not for me, is it?"Bella said tentatively.

The dress was perfect for her. It was a floor-length halter gown with a plunging neckline. The back was open with two sheer tulle straps running from the neck across the shoulder blades. It would look tacky on someone with a large chest, but for Bella it was ideal. I held it up to her

"Yes….perfect."

"Alice no, I don't have any place to wear it." She reached for the price tag but I moved it out of the way. Thankfully, there was only one of them and I was holding it.

"Now why would you want to look at that?" I frowned. "You know it would just upset you. Besides, you never know when you may need an evening dress. It's best to have one available, just in case."

"Why?" She pouted. "Is there some unforeseen event approaching that my feeble human mind cannot see?"

"Yes, as a matter of fact there is." She stared at me questioningly. "And no I won't tell you about it." Her brow creased and she lapsed into silence, contemplating what Edward had in store for her. Sometimes her head was so easy to mess with.

I sighed, "Edward has nothing to do with it and I'm not elaborating any further." This of course, perplexed her even more. At first, I made an effort to hide my amusement but she caught on after a moment and I erupted into laughter.

"How sadistic of you." She crossed her arms and glared at me halfheartedly. "You know I'm not going to be able to sleep tonight."

"That, my dear sweet Bella, was the entire point." I grinned and bent in towards her. "I am a vampire you know. We're all either sadistic or masochistic by nature."

"I noticed." She paused. "Speaking of masochistic vampires, can we leave now? I miss Edward."

"Of course darling," I seized the clothing she was carrying and replaced it with the dress. "After, you try this on." Her hopeful expression was replaced with one of despair and without another word; she lumbered towards the dressing room.

A few minutes later, the door opened a crack and Bella's head popped out.

"Alice, there is no way I'm wearing this."

"Come out so I can see."

"No" She tried to shut the door but I grabbed it and yanked it open. I smiled.

"See, it's perfect."

"I've seen bathing suits with more fabric." She bit her lip. "It makes me look…flat."

Sigh. Will she ever learn? "That's what bras are for. Change, I'm buying it."

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After listening to Bella's threats for the past hour, I decided to thwart her plans of revenge. I was not going to listen to her go on about how worthless she was the entire way home from Seattle. I rolled down my window and quickly shoved the receipt out of it.

"Alice!" she whined. "Was that really necessary?"

"Obviously." I stuck my tongue out at her. "Now it's impossible for you to carry out your threats. Don't worry, Edward will love it."

She looked at me for a minute and smiled slightly. "Thank you."

As we drove down the narrow path leading to my house, I heard Bella's heart speed up. I'm sure mine would have done the same if it could have. Without hoards of clothing and Bella's objections to distract me, I had begun to miss Jasper. I was glad to be home.

Edward was lingering outside the front door and lunged at Bella the second he saw her.

Just wait until you see Bella in the dress I got her. You'll never be able to stop thanking me. He looked up and smiled.

She was a dancer, the most skilled student in her class. One day in the middle of executing a flawless Fouetté Rond de Jambe en Tournant, she collapsed. Her instructor sent a student to fetch the smelling salts but that was unnecessary. In a moment, the tiny girl awoke. With haunted eyes, the girl turned to look at her teacher.

"Miss Cantrell, please don't walk home alone tonight."

"Child, are you alright? First, you drop to the floor halfway through your dance, and now you're telling me not to walk home tonight? Are you ill, sweetheart? Someone run next door to Dr. Williamson's house. I think she hit her head."

"My head is fine." The fragile looking girl sat up. "Sometimes I see things. If you walk home alone tonight, something is going to happen."

Just then the doctor entered the room, and decided to take the injured girl to his office next door. As she was leaving, she begged her teacher to listen. Sadly, Miss Cantrell didn't heed her warning and this night would be her last.

I opened my eyes to see a now familiar sight, two concerned faces hovering over me.

"Alice." Edward started haltingly. "How long have you been having visions like this?"

I sighed. This was starting to get on my nerves. "I believe this is the third."

He stared at me for a moment, trying to lift the memories out of my mind. I blocked him. His eyes widened slightly.

"I don't feel like talking about it now." I paused. "Take Bella home and we'll discuss it tomorrow."

He exhaled noisily. "Alright, Alice tomorrow." He gripped Bella's arm and hurried to the car. He was halfway down the road when the car screeched to a halt. He threw it into reverse and raced back to me. Poor Bella.

"All of us. I'm informing Carlisle tomorrow and we'll have a family conference. I have a feeling this is in some way significant." I opened my mouth to argue but he stopped me.

"Don't Alice, they need to know." Without another word, he drove off.

As I traipsed up the steps, I realized I was dreading sharing my visions, even with Jasper. I reminded myself there were no secrets in this family and felt ashamed for wishing otherwise. But for some reason, I couldn't shake the feeling that it was more important for me to understand them than anyone else.

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It wasn't my best, I'm aware of that, but I needed to update so…voila! Anyways, if anyone wants a picture of the dress described above, just ask. If you are curious, I have a link showing a dancer doing a Fouetté Rond de Jambe en Tournant as well. Thank you for reading my little drabbles.

Amandine