Natalie- Git!
Dan- Cobra!
Natalie- Peasant!
Dan- Brat!
Me- Will someone just do the disclaimer!
Dan- Then will you get me a ninja costume?
Natalie- *mutters something inaudible, but judging by her expression, clearly not nice*
Me- Yes!
Dan- Rue Cahill does not own the 39 Clues! So when will we get it?
Me- Maybe in 10 years...
Dan- NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Natalie- YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!
Dan- Brat!
Natalie- Peasant!
Dan- Cobra!
Natalie- Git!
Me- Aye aye aye...
Chapter 1-
"I just joined ballet class," announced Dan as he sat down on the couch and put his feet on the table in front of him.
"Feet off the table," chided Nellie, picking up his feet and dropping them on the floor.
"Josh is rubbing off on you," said Amy, not looking up from her book which was 'The Dog With The Golden Eyes' by Frances Wilbur.
"What is that supposed to mean?" asked Dan, confused.
"Dear brother, I know you too well for you to get away with this," said Amy in a horrible British accent. "You joined ballet for the girls, didn't you?"
"Ah, yes dear sister, I had joined ballet for the girls," answered Dan, using the same horrible British accent.
"Are you making fun of us, peasant?" asked Natalie, her eyes narrowed.
Dan rolled his eyes. "Since when were the Cobras here?"
"I called you, re-mem- ber?" replied Amy, pronouncing each syllable carefully and slowly, as if Dan is too stupid to understand.
" The ninja lord of awesomeness is not stupid, sister-san. It's just that everything that comes out of your mouth is boring, so I didn't bother to pay attention," said Dan, resulting in an eye roll from Amy.
"I see you're still obsessed with ninjas, even though you're 14, Daniel," observed Ian, his eyebrows raised.
"It's Dan! D-A-N! Dan! Who invited you here, anyway?" asked Dan, glancing pointedly at Amy.
Amy blushed. "They're only staying for the night." She looks beautiful when she blushes, thought Ian.
"Actually, love-"said Ian, but was cut off by Amy.
"Don't call me love!" snapped Amy, but for some reason, she was blushing furiously. I wonder what Amy see's in that Cobra, thought Dan. I wonder what Ian sees in that colorblind peasant, although I am starting to understand…, thought Natalie, peering at Dan from the corner of her eyes.
"Vikram wanted us to move to America. Something about safety and what-not. Turns out we are going to your school," continued Ian.
"A horrible, germ-infested, public school," muttered Natalie under her breath.
Dan's watch beeped. "Gotta run! Ballet's awaiting!" He sprinted out before anyone could stop him.
"Brother dear, can I join his ballet class?" asked Natalie innocently.
"Sure, sister dear, go ahead," answered Ian while smirking, knowing Natalie's purpose. She blushed and went to get her Gucci purse.
"Hey Natalie! Take my phone!" said Amy randomly.
"Why?" Natalie asked curiously.
"I put a tracker in Dan's phone," she answered and blushed. Before she gave the phone to Natalie, she opened the app the said, 'Maps'. "Follow the red dot; that's Dan," she instructed, and handed her I-phone to Natalie.
At The Ballet Class
"I look stupid," muttered Dan, eyeing his tights and ballet shoes.
Someone behind him giggled. "Not that stupid," said a clearly feminine voice. The mystery girl had a slightly French accent.
Dan turned around to look at the girl. Her sight nearly made him gasp. She had chocolate brown hair tied up in a bun. A few wavy tendrils have fallen out from the front of her near-perfect bun, surrounding her face beautifully. So she probably has wavy hair,thought Dan. She had side bangs, which were clipped up with some bobby pins. Her face was breath-taking. She had a beautiful glowing tan. Her eye-color was the rich, deep-brown color of coffee. They sparkled from the warm light of the studio behind a fringe of dark, thick, eyelashes. She has full soft pink lips and rosy cheeks. No pimple or blemish was within sight. She smiled, revealing her pearly whites, and then burst out laughing.
"What?" Dan asked, furrowing his brows.
"You made a funny face," she said, bursting out laughing once more.
"Like this?" Dan crossed his eyes and made his mouth into and 'o' shape. This caused her to laugh even harder.
When she finally stopped laughing, she said, "By the way, my name is Charlotte."
"I'm Dan."
"We'd better go to the warm-ups now before Madame Christine will have a fit," said Charlotte.
Dan followed her to the poles on the walls. She held on to the pole automatically started lifting her leg, toes pointed, holding it for 10 seconds, and putting it back down. Dan started mimicking her.
After a couple of warm ups, Dan was already tired. The only thing that kept him going was the sight of all the girls that showed up (There were also some other boys). Finally, after about 10 minutes, Madame Christine showed up looking as sinister as ever. It seemed as though all the fat of her face was held back by her tight bun. Her eyes reminded Dan of a bird. Her lips were curled into a scowl, even more terrifying than a Cobra's. She had a lot of wrinkles and was holding a cane.
"How oldis she?" Dan whispered to Charlotte.
"Her early 30's," she answered. Dan pointed at the cane, making sure Madame Christine's back is turned. "She holds that in case she wants to whack someone with it."
Dan tried to keep a straight face after she said that, but failed miserably.
"Who is laughing in my studio!" she yelled. Her bird-like eyes narrowed when she saw Dan laughing. Dan's smile disappeared off his face. His gaze dropped to the floor and he automatically apologized, trying to sound extremely sincere. "Since you're new, I will excuse your incompetence," she told him.
"I'm here for the ballet class!" announced a silky British voice.
"Aye aye aye," muttered Dan when he saw Natalie looking as fabulous as ever appear at the door.
Hope you liked it! Second chapter will be out by tomorrow or after tomorrow! Please review! What do you think should happen next?