I close my bedroom door and lock it. I look at my duffle bags and leave them packed. I close them in the closet and look through the top compartment of my closet. I grab the small safe and set it on my bed. I take a deep breathe before putting in the combination. 12-27-00 the night mom died. I pull the small box out of it and set it beside me on the bed. I grab the other two small boxes and open all three of them. I slowly grab the cartridge and load it above the legal limit just in case. I push the cartridge into the bottom of the gun like they told me when they gave it to me.

"Never keep the gun cocked, only cock it when you need it."

"Sorry Der, but I won't have time to cock it when I really have to use it." I whisper cocking the pistol. I put the safety on and set it down. I put the empty boxes and the rest of the bullets into the safe and lock it. I put the safe back in my closet and close the compartment before closing my closet completely. I look over my shoulder and the gun is gone.

"Since when do you have a pistol laying around your bedroom?" Emmett asks. I turn around to find him with the gun in his hands.

"Be extremely careful with that, the safety is the only thing keeping that from firing." I reply taking the gun from his hands and setting it back on the bed.

"You're avoiding my question." He states.

"It was a birthday present." I say.

"Why is loaded and ready fire?" He interrogates.

"Reasons." Is all that comes out.

"Allison why did you load it?"

"I don't know." I shrug, my back facing him. I grab the pistol and open the drawer of my nightstand and put it in before closing it.

"Allison if something is going on I need to know." He states.

"Nothing is going on Emmett, everything's going to be alright. Trust me, just this once."

"Please don't do anything stupid."

"I won't."

"I'll see you tomorrow." He says walking toward the window. "I love you Alli."

"You too." He slightly smiles before leaving. I wait a few seconds before pressing my back against the door and sliding down it. "I solemnly swear that I am up to no good." I whisper.

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I take my hair down and look in the mirror. I bite my lip before frenchbraiding my bangs and pulling all my hair into a ponytail. I grab my donut and slide it over the ponytail. I pull it up to the end of it and tuck and roll my hair over it until all my hair is in it. I bobby pin it into place and put my bow in. I put on foundation and concealer before taking a deep breath and continuing with my makeup. I stare in the mirror when I'm finished. I take another deep breath and fix my bow. I adjust my uniform and retie my shoes. I smile into the mirror before grabbing my bag and leaving the house. I get into Silas' BMW and put in my seat belt. Silas looks in the mirror before glancing at me.

"Does my makeup look good?" He asks.

"It looks perfect Silas, why do you worry so much about your makeup?" I reply.

"I am a very dedicated performer." He states with a smile. "I'm even wearing my flipper."

"It's literally just a pep rally, now at competition, you better bring it." I say.

"Oh, if you think this is bringing it, you got a whole other thing coming at you for competition boo." He snaps his fingers before pulling out if my driveway. "You better bring it too, like I better see glitter. Actually you know what? Girl I'm doing your makeup for competition, regardless. No other person has had cheer captain all four years of highschool, I am going full glam on you girlfriend."

"I have to say yes, so okay do what you want, but no making me a drag queen Silas or I will burn all of your wigs." I state.

"For the sake of my wigs- you will not look like a drag." He holds a hand up as if he is swearing.

"Okay, let's get our asses to gym and get ready." I say as we pull up to the school.

"Let's go boo." We grab our bags and go to the gym.

"Listen up! You are all to take this as if it is the real deal! No excuses!" Mrs. Markle yells. "I better see effort!"

After about an hour of stretching and another hour of practicing the school files into the bleachers by class. Mrs. Markle grabs the microphone as the crowd settles in.

"Ladies and Gentlemen of the student body please show some respect for these dedicated fellow students who have spent countless hours of their time to put together not one but two routines and get them down to almost perfection. In one week they will travel to Seattle for the state wide competition representing our school. Without any further ado, I present you the Forks Highschool Cheerleaders." Hoots and hollers come from all over. "First off in competition when they take the floor they have to do a technical cheer, which we will be skipping because of the majority of them wanted to focus on the second part of the competition which is when they do the cheer which takes the most effort, this one contains choreography, stunts, building and tumbling. So as they prepare and get everything set up, the judges tally up the scores from the technical cheer and make any final comments on that section. And once we get the signal from the designated cheerleader we will begin." We stretch and make sure our shoes are ready. I look around until I get a nod from all of them. Silas and I both raise our right arm. "And it looks like we are just about ready." We drop our arms and get set. The music starts and I flip backwards twice before spinning and placing a hand on my hip and the other on my head. I wink before flipping towards the center of the floor. I jump up into the first build and they lift me. I grab my heel and pull up into a needle. They let me down and lift me back up. I pull into a bow and arrow and they spin in a circle. I go back down and they lift me up again. I pull a scorpion and they lift the other two next to me. We all go down and then lift back up. I go up into a higher build as a smaller one forms in front of me. They throw me up and I do a toetouch before flipping backwards. They catch me and lift me back up. The music stops for a second and they throw me up and forward. The music starts again as I land in the smaller build. The other builds fall out and I flip out of mine. Silas goes through with his big tumble break and then we all return to set position. "Ladies and Gentlemen your Forks Highschool Cheerleaders!" Mrs.Markle yells over the roar of the crowd.