Renesmee's POV

"To the barre girls," Madame Debois sternly spoke and all 11 of us quickly moved to the bar. "First position, and battement tendu, one, two, three, four, one, two, three, four. And pliés and one, two, three four." My feet move along with the counts. "Now I want to see some échappés." I turn to hold the barre and then continue with the exercise. "Christine, you must make your arms more rounded. You look so tense and a ballerina must make her arms look fluid and beautiful. Laura, your moves must be precise! You must know your moves, not waiting for Alexandra to show you what comes next. Megan, your ribbon is coming untied; go and fix that now. I never want to see that again." I continue my work as the blond in front of me moves quickly to retie her ribbons. Madame Debois comes over I can see her standing behind me watching for a moment. "Today, your échappés look good, Renesmee." A couple heads turn my way, so that they could see what Madame Debois wanted. "Look at your own feet girls." We continue for a few more moments until Madame Debois tells us to move to the center. "Tendu!" She says as classical music continues to play in the back ground. "Macy, you must point! I want to see point, not some sloppy foot work." She turns and glances around the classroom. "Add plié and then more tendu!" She watches and many of the girls are concentrating, hoping to get some encouragement as Madame Debois is not easily impressed. "Sarah, your upper body must be calm and unchanging while your feet and legs do the work. Let's move on to pirouettes, one by one." We all stand in a block type formation, and as Madame Debois stands in front of us we do a few pirouettes. "Talia, you must choose a focus point or else you will not have clean pirouettes." She watches the next girl. "Same for you Rebecca." She moves along and when she gets to me, I do five turns. "Looks like you practiced some Renesmee, last time you did three turns, now you are at five." She watches the last few girls. "Many of you need practice." A girl who is one of the younger ones in our class, I think her name is Elyse, looks down a little as she needs a bit more practice than many of us.

By the time our class is finished many of the other girls are exhausted. "Practice! That is what all of you need in one area or another. We may not have rehearsal for this weekend, but many of you need to practice still! I want improvement or some of you might be dropped to the lower class. So unless you want to be with the younger girls and not to be dancing en point, PRACTICE!" Almost everyone jumps a little at her outburst. "You are dismissed." Many of the girls run off towards the dressing room. My roommate Felicity turns to look at me, from the door.

"You coming Renesmee?" Her brown eyes look at me in a questioning way.

"In a moment." She continues towards the dressing room. I see Madame Debois turning off the stereo. "Madame Debois?"

"Yes Renesmee?"

"Will the studio be open if we want to come practice since there is no rehearsal?"

"Not that you need the practice Renesmee, but yes it will. I am glad at least one of my students is willing to put in the effort to be a ballerina."

"Thank you," I say before starting towards the dressing room.

"Oh and Renesmee,"

"Yes Madame Debois?"

"You need to replace the ribbon on your right shoe. It looks like it is going to fall apart soon."

"Yes ma'am." I walk through the door to see many of the girls changing into street clothing. The sound of plans for the weekend, date nights with boyfriends, shopping with friends, concerts, family plans, and just chatter of teenage girls flitters through the locker room as I walk slowly to my locker. I open my locker as Felicity comes over and sits on the bench by my locker while putting on her black converse. She had changed from the required black cap sleeved leotard, nude tights, and black wrap gauze skirt into a pair of denim shorts, a pink spaghetti strap tank, and a short sleeved light weight grey cardigan.

"You want to go out for dinner tonight Renesmee?"

"My sister and her boyfriend are coming to check on me so I'll probably end up going out with them."

"Oh right because she's your guardian right?" I nod. "Seems weird that your 20 year old sister is your guardian."

"Well it was either that or go into foster care. Plus it's only until I am 18."

"Three years and your free," she jokes and I weakly smile. It feels weird to plaster a smile on my face, but I have to try to fit in. "How about tomorrow then? We can go shopping or something in the afternoon and then out to dinner."

"What about homework?"

"We have a weekend Renesmee. Tomorrow is only Saturday; we can do homework on Sunday. Relax a little; stressing can't be good for you."

"I guess that sounds ok then. Can we stop by Capezio? I need to get new ribbons."

"Sure. Then we'll go fun shopping afterwards." She flashed a smile at me before pulling her mid back length sandy blond colored hair out of her dancer bun and throwing it up into a high ponytail.

"Hey Felicity, Renesmee, Sarah and I are going to go see Black Swan at the movie theatre, you guys want to come?" Macy asked as I changed from my leotard into a black tube top dress that my Aunt Alice had sent me since I needed to look nicer since I was betting I would be going out with to a fancier restaurant with my mom and dad, or my sister and her boyfriend as I had told Felicity.

"Renesmee, you have plans with her sister, so you can't go right?" Felicity checked with me and I nod. Sarah looks at me and my dress as I gently put my shoes and leotard into my duffle bag before grabbing black flats from my locker to slip on my feet.

"OMG! That is one of the dresses from Dolce and Gabbana's fall line! It won't be released into stores for another three months! How did you get one?" She exclaims and a few girls stopped their own conversations to listen in.

"My sister's boyfriend is trying to win me over and his sister works for a fashion magazine so they get some of the newer pieces for shoots and she thought I might like this one since they don't have to return the clothing for the most part," I stretch the truth a little.

"You're so lucky Renesmee!"Laura says. "I wish I had your life. You are a great dancer, you get amazing clothing that not many people can get ahead of the release schedule, your life seems perfect." Not really… if you knew the real story, you wouldn't think so .If it was perfect Jaco- I stop my thoughts in their tracks as I grab my Louis Vuitton Speedy 30. I couldn't think about Him without breaking down to tears, and I didn't want that to happen in front of all my classmates. My iPhone goes off and I look to see a text from my mom saying that they were outside. I pull my hair out of its confinement and see that it is still mostly straight, as I can't stand my curls anymore, so I decide to leave it down.

"I have to get going, my sister's here."

"Bye Renesmee. I'll see you later." Felicity says as she, Sarah, and Macy leave to go towards the movie theatre.

"See you then," I say before seeing my parents waiting nearby. I walk over and give them both hugs and we all start to walk towards a restaurant near the school. As I sit and eat we talk about many different topics; except for the forbidden one, Him.

"So, how is dance?" My mom asks as she likes to keep up with everything I am doing.

"It's good. I got my pirouette down to five turns and Madame Debois was pleased." I take a bite of the chicken alfredo sitting in front of me.

"And school?" My dad asks since this is my first time going to a real school and not being home schooled by my family as I grew too fast to go to regular school.

"Good as well, all A's."

"That's great." My mom said smiling a little.

"Yeah I guess so."

"Are those girls you were talking to before you came over to us from your class?" I nod.

"And the blond in the grey cardigan and the denim shorts is my roommate Felicity."

"She is also in your ballet classes as well right?" I nod again.

"Does she know about him?" My dad asks, his voice angry because he is mad at Him.

"Edward, don't-"

"She knows I was in a relationship that ended badly, but other than that, no she doesn't." I switch off any thoughts that might have been going through my mind, not wanting to think of Him. "Can we talk about something else?"

"Sure Renesmee," My mom says before my dad can say anything. "You're still coming home for summer break right?"

"Yes, for the whole month." We only get a month break because then we are back for dance classes again.

"Good, everyone really misses you. Especially Esme." I smile weakly thinking of my family that I haven't seen since winter break.

"I can't wait to see them as well. What have you two been doing while I was gone since you aren't going to school?"

"Just the same sort of things we had been doing in the fall. Nothing much has changed. I finished decorating your new room with help from Esme; I think you're really going to like it."

"Thanks for doing that by the way."

"It was a lot of fun." She smiled at me.

"I really need to get back to school. I am getting up early tomorrow to get some practice in before going shopping with Felicity."

"You really are putting your all into ballet aren't you?" My mom asks.

"It's the only way to stop the pain." I whisper.

"I am going to kill him for what he did to you." My dad said.

"Don't! He's not even worth it." I say, dying a little inside. My mom leans over and gives me a hug.

"It will get better."

"I doubt it, but thanks anyway." I stand up and give them both hugs. "I should get going."

"I love you Renesmee." My mom says as she hugs me.

"I love you too Momma," I whisper. My dad gives me a hug. "I love you Daddy."

"I love you too Renesmee."He looked at me for a moment. "I hate that he hurt you."

"I know Daddy."I say before walking towards the door and back towards my dorm room.

Author's note: I think this is the longest first chapter to any of my stories :) This is like an alternate universe version of my story Dance With Me Darling, but I think I like this one better, and I know where I want to go with this story I think :) I know that a few things may not be completely right because 1. I am not a dancer, if you couldn't guess and 2. I had to change some things so that I could make it fit for my story. The next chapter will explain more of what happened, I think. I have a livejournal, where I will post updates about this story as well as my other stories so my journal name is cookinggurl2013.