Inside of a darkly lit house at night in Baltimore, there was a party going on. Benjamin "Knox" Washington was currently making out with a girl. Everything was going great until his brother Damon showed up.
"Yo Knox" Damon said. "This place is whack."
"Who is this clown?" The girl asked.
"This is my brother Damon." Knox replied.
"Well I'll leave you to baby-sit then." The girl said.
"Man why do you keep cockblocking me?" Knox asked as he shoved Damon.
"You know these girls are stuck up anyway." Damon responded. "She probably wouldn't have given you any anyway. Where's Blondie?"
"Where do you think?" Knox questioned.
That's where I come in. That's me, the blonde in the middle of the floor. I went through all of the moves. My name is Elle Bishop and while I may be a girl, I don't act like one. I don't really dress like either except for the tank tops that I wear because they're great for dancing in. I certainly don't date like girls. Well I don't really date at all but occasionally, I find a girl to fuck around with. It's all about hooking up. I don't really have time for a girlfriend with the life that I lead. I don't think a girl would real go for a girl that lives in a foster home really.
Suddenly I was shoved by a guy. It was D.L. He thought he was king of the world.
"What the hell are you doing, bitch?" He asked me.
"We was just dancing." His girl said. Oh god she's one of those girls. You know nothing turns me off more than people that talk like that. I don't have anything against black people but how does talking like you're living on the streets make you cool. I'm pretty sure that D.L. has a nice home for his hos."
"I don't see your name on her." I remarked as D.L. charged at me and we began to brawl. At that time, Knox and Damon came down the stairs. Knox pulled me away just as D.L. pulled his gun out.
"Come on we should go." Knox said as he led me out.
Once we were outside, I was the first one to speak.
"I could have handled him you know." I remarked. "I could've fried him."
"Yeah in front of like fifty people." Knox commented. "I could've have pummeled him to the ground his all of that fear but we really need to keep these a secret."
"How come you two are the only one with these freaky powers?" Damon asked. "I want to be able to walk through walls or something."
"Oh crap, it's D.L." Knox said as we hid behind some trash cans. Damon decided to throw a bottle at his car. Luckily it missed by a mile.
"I am the only one that's trying not to get us all killed?" Knox asked.
"I'm not scared of D.L." Damon argued. Poor Damon, he has a Napoleon complex.
"Then why did you wait until he was so far away to throw it?" Knox questioned. "And yeah you are. I could sense that from a mile away."
Damon started to throw some more bottles and soon we were all throwing stuff until Damon's bottle ended up breaking a window.
We all went over by the window to assess the damage.
"Wow you really did it." I remarked.
"Wait I know this place." Damon replied. "This is that school."
"There's no way this is a school." I disagreed as Damon proceeded to break the rest of the window and enter. Ah, breaking and entering, such a juvenile crime.
"Come on." He said. Knox and I both entered. We began to walk through it.
"This place looks like a museum." I commented.
"Damon's right it is a school." Knox said as I walked over to a plaque. "Maryland School of Arts."
"Who do you think goes here?" Damon asked.
"Rich kids it looks like." I remarked after looking through the glass cases. "And guys who wear tight clothes."
"At least they look good in them." Damon commented. Knox threw his hands up.
"Even I wouldn't say something that gay." I remarked.
"That's not what I meant." Damon babbled as we all went into a theatre.
"Looks like they were setting up some sort of play." Knox said.
We all jumped on the stage. "Maybe this place is like that movie Fame." I said.
"What?" Knox asked.
"You know the with song that goes: Fame I'm gonna live forever, I'm gonna learn how to fly." I sang.
"I did not know you listened to music like that." He responded as he threw a pillow at me. Reflexively, I shot a burst of electricity out and essentially vaporized it. Damon then knocked over one of the vase things and shattered it.
"Why do you keep breaking things?" Knox scolded.
"It's okay these people can pay to replace it." I responded as I threw another one of them to the ground. We proceeded to destroy everything and mess with the costumes. I even put on one of the dresses. Knox was messing with the curtain when he was tackled by a security guard. Damon decided to run toward the exit. I ran at the security guard which gave Knox enough time to get free. He was able to subdue me easily because he was much bigger than me.
"Go!" I shouted to Knox as he ran. I could have handled the guy but I would probably have to kill him and I really didn't want to kill anyone else.
"How very noble of you." The guard commented.
"Let me go you fucking rent-a-cop!" I shouted. I tried to struggled but I knew it was no use.
I was arraigned a week later. It wasn't exactly something that was new to me.
"Ms Bishop, you are charged with breaking and entering, vandalism, and assaulting an officer." The judge said. "Where are your foster parents?"
"My foster mom tried to get off work." I replied.
"I see you've been here before." The judge replied. "200 hours of community service to be served at the scene of the crime. Though, I'll reduce to 100 if you tell me the names of the other two perpetrators."
"I'm not doing that." I responded. Other than my half-sister Molly, Knox and Damon were the closest thing to family that I had.
"Then 200 it is." The judge said as she banged her gavel. I knew that would make the sentence official. I took the paper from her and was on my way out.
As I walked, Lisa, my foster mom showed up. "I got here as fast I could." She said. I just handed her the papers and we headed back to the house that was also inhabited by her husband Hank, Molly, and this other foster kid Micah.
"What'd she get?" Hank asked
"200 hours." Lisa replied.
"Why do you care?" I asked. "As long as you have your beer, you're happy."
"I just want us to have a nice dinner." Lisa remarked.
"I'm not hungry.' I responded as I headed upstairs to my room and laid on the bed.
About an hour later, Molly came into my room.
"I thought you agreed to knock." I said.
"Are you going to jail?" She asked. "Cause that's where my dad is."
"I'm not going to jail." I answered as I ruffled her hair a little. "Though I might if you don't learn how to knock."
"You're kidding, right?" She asked.
"Yes you know I don't like to do that to people, not after what I did to Mom." I assured. When I was around 12, I accidentally started a fire in our house that ended up killing our mom and my dad (who I hated so I wasn't upset about that). But it resulted in the two of us being put in foster care.
On Monday, after school, I stood outside the arts school and slowly walked in.
So I wanted to do my own Eclaire Movie adaption. After much thought, I eventually decided on this one. It seems that I have used an interesting cast of characters so far. I also would like to make it clear that only Elle, Knox, and Claire will have their powers. This story will be mostly about dancing. I hope you like it. Please don't forget to review.