Fraternizing is Forbidden

Prologue

April 8th 2009

Alice POV

The sun forced its way through my closed eyelids. I groaned and rolled over onto the other side of the bed, but as I did so, something rustled beneath my arm.

"What the,"I grumbled, still half asleep. I pulled out the sheet of paper from beneath me and grimaced as I recognised my father's handwriting.

Alice, I'm going to be out most the day. The delivery van with the last of Tanya's things is arriving at twelve. You will have to sign for it. I'm going to be picking her up from the International around two in the afternoon, so I'll expect all her things in the house by then. Dad

I rolled my eyes whilst crumpling up the note, quickly throwing it into the trash. I swung my legs out of the bed and simultaneously grabbed my cell phone. I quickly scrolled through the numbers and pressed call when I found the one I had been looking for.

"Emmett, step-mom invader is arriving today. Let's give that bitch a true Newport welcoming,"I told him with a smirk on my face. "Gather up the boys. There's a party going down at the Cullens'."

I slipped my cell into my pyjama shorts pocket and went downstairs, where I heard my sister listening to Hannah Montana. As I made my way into the kitchen I saw her dancing around in a bikini with a slice of toast in her hand. I grabbed a strawberry Pop-Tart from the shelf and hopped onto the counter, kicking my legs about in front of me.

Today was going to be a good day.

"Hey, Cynthia, do you have anything planned today?"I asked her, trying to sound offhand. Just like always, she didn't fall for it, and went on to eye me suspiciously.

"Alice, what are you planning?"she demanded, taking a step towards me.

Jumping down from the counter, I merely tapped the side of my nose. "That is for me to know, and you to find out."

I quickly left the room as I heard the doorbell ring, and I raced to answer it. I knew it was Emmett, already; I could see his reflection through the glass door. I swung the door open just as Emmett grabbed me, pulling me into one of his bear hugs. I gasped that I couldn't breathe, and he let me go, leaving his arm around my shoulder.

"I've gathered up the boys, as you requested,"he told me as I looked towards the door. Sure enough, there were the usual gang waiting outside my door. I grinned as I welcome them all in; I recognised most of them as James, Tyler, Laurent, Eric, and Jacob, but there were a few I hadn't recognised, and Jacob introduced them.

"Alice these are some people from my pack,"he informed me, making me giggle as he referred to them as his pack. "Alice, this is Quil, Embry, Paul, Jared, Seth, and Sam."

I smiled at each of them in turn as they all barrelled into my house. I'd seen them around once or twice, but I never realised they were so big; each towered over me easily.

After looking down at my watch, I smiled, seeing that it was just after twelve. As if right on cue, I heard the moving van pulling up outside the front gate. I jogged outside and watched as the two movers opened up the back doors.

"I'll take it from here, guys," I told them, watching them sigh in relief; they gave me the slip for me to sign before going to sit in the front seat once again. I turned back to Emmett and his friends as they watched me from the door. I waved them over and pointed towards the open van. "I want these to be left by the trash cans, okay?"

As I walked back inside, I saw Cynthia standing by the window, staring wide eyed at what was going on outside. They were pulling out boxes and stacking them on top of each other right next to the garbage. It was a shame the trash wasn't being taken out today; it would have been quite a thing to watch if they'd taken her boxes away to be destroyed.

"Oh, Alice, you are really going to get it for this. You know that, right?" I heard Cynthia groan from the window.

"Relax, little sister," I said as I waved my hand at her. "That blond bitch needs to know where she's not welcome. She's not right for Dad, at all. You've said it yourself."

She didn't respond, but she didn't have to. I knew she agreed with me.

We all chilled by the pool after they had finished unloading the boxes. One of the boxes had split, meaning the clothes were strewn across the pathway. One or two garments of her clothing had actually found its way into the pool, even though I had no idea how they'd gotten in there.

Although, on inspection, I'd found a pair of gorgeous baby pink Manolo Blahnik heels that were, coincidentally, my exact size. They had found their way into my shoe collection.

Emmett was carrying Cynthia around on his shoulders when I heard the very angry voice of Carlisle Cullen roar through the house. Emmett pulled Cynthia from his back and shooed the guys out of the pool and round the back. I smiled at him weakly as he came and stood next to me, ready to face the holler from my father. He was very brave; I had to hand it to him.

"Mary Alice Cullen!"I heard him yell as he stepped through the house. I took Emmett's hand, feeling him squeeze it silently as we watched my father come storming out the back door, the blond bitch following right behind him.

When he saw me, he charged forward with his finger pointed in front of him. He was usually such a calm person, hardly ever losing his temper. But seeing his face turning a shade red and his veins bulging, I knew things were about to blow way out of their usual proportion.

Maybe I've pushed things too far this time, I thought to myself belatedly.

"You. Out. Now!"he commanded, pointing at Emmett, who shot me a sympathetic look before letting go of my hand and scuttling off towards the back gate where the others had just departed.

Bitch-face Tanya was standing, like a fake-tanned Barbie, with her hand over her mouth. She was staring at her clothes that were floating in the pool. I sniggered at her expression, but that only angered my father more, and I was certain he would burst a blood vessel in his eye if I didn't stop.

"What have you done, Alice?" he growled at me through gritted teeth.

"I'm just letting her know she's not welcome here," I retorted whilst I glared at bitch face. She couldn't even meet my eye. What a wimp. "She's no good for you, Dad. I bet she's after your money."

"That's it!" he shouted while throwing his arms up in the air. "You're going to boarding school - in England!"

He stormed off towards the house before I could reply, leaving me wide-eyed and open-mouthed. I knew, for once, that it wasn't an empty threat.

A/N: What did you think? Want to read any more? I hope you do, at least. Check out the amazing banner Beautiful Liar made for this story, the link is on my profile.

Summary: This is different to my other stories. It's a light-hearted story about a girl – Alice – being sent to a new school, in another country, and having to make new friends along the way. I got the idea for this story from Wild Child. Everything else went from there.