AlphaGhost500 Presents:

Being sent off to boarding school is the worst feeling I have ever felt or hell, even thought about in my whole life. Sent off to become more normal as a person so as to fit in more is... a disturbing thought, at least for me. If I can't be myself, then what's the point? Without being different, I may as well be a soulless robot or AI for all I care.

With editorial assistance, moral, and emotional support from High-Overlord BigMammaLlama5:

But what do I care, if I get something good out of it, something I wouldn't have otherwise, is it worth it? Do I wanna go through hell to get something I wouldn't have otherwise, in any way? Would you do it? I can say...

Tanz Mit Mir, a lesbian Tomb Raider fan fiction. (Lara x Sam)

First day of boarding school, eh? What the fuck kind'a place is this? Oh, look, everyone knows everyone and seems to be in a damn relationship with everyone as well... Hmm, can't unsee those two now, frisky ones they are.

I knew this would be hell. Today was a Friday, we would basically have a meet and greet type classes, getting to know each other somewhat, then go to dorms and unpack. But thing is, I would not talk to anyone, period.

I hated talking to anyone, and I hated myself, for various reasons. I headed to my first class, it was boring and I refused to talk the whole time, and the rest of the classes were about the same. But something wasn't right, I felt odd in every class, not the 'I don't belong here' odd, the 'something is not right here' odd. As I was walking to me dorm I figured out why. Not an object, but a person, a classmate.

I walked quietly behind her by about 15 feet or so, noting her features as I did so.

Hmm... interesting creature, heh, creature. No, she's a person, not a fucking animal, Sam. Get a grip and calm down. Okay.

She had long, dark brown hair with a slight redish tint to it, auburn perhaps, tied into a ponytail, wearing a nice white blouse that buttoned up the center, and black or navy blue mini-skirt that lay perfectly on her hips. It was dark out, and I couldn't be sure if I was seeing right. She appeared to have some sort of black heals on with white or pink stripes on them, they went surprisingly well with the black.

I sped up my pace little by little, but still remaining quiet enough that she wouldn't hear me, mostly by syncing my steps from her and being careful not to talk or trip over anything as I walked. I was walking about three feet behind her, and I felt like some sort of ninja or similar type of person, and it felt great.

How has she not noticed me yet?! Damn, girl, you must have bad hearing, or are you just playing along with me? You are a very shady character, indeed.

"Let's see, room three hundred and three? Third level room three, okay Lara. Just find the room, get in, and get settled in, okay. Nothing to be nervous about."

Wait, I'm in room three hundred and three! Holy shit, am I gonna have to share my room with her?! Okay, her name must be Lara. Her accent is cute, sounds like South London or so.

I knew my ninja skills wouldn't last forever though, as she stumbled and tripped over a tree branch a few feet before the door to the girls' dorm building. She fell to the ground with a thump, and I was wondering, and also hoping a little, that she was okay.

"Oh! Shit! Fuck me assless!"

I skidded to a halt, nearly tripping over her and falling myself.

"Oh~! Where the hell did you come from! Holy~ fuck~!"

What a priceless reaction! Hehehehe!

"I've been following you for awhile, actually. Sorry. I'm just pretty shy is all, I don't mean any harm."

"It's okay, it's okay! What dorm are you in?"

She giggled with her remark, putting on a nice big smile in the process. The dim light from nearby lampposts illuminated her face, exposing her features for me to see.

She possesed beautiful dark brown eyes, small, fine eyebrows that couldn't accent her eyes better, and small pink lips that I wish I could kiss. Fuck me, she's perfect.

"Well, uh... Three hundred and three. I'm in dorm three hundred and three."

A look of shocked struck her face for a moment, eyes becoming bigger, then calmly smiling again.

"Well, I guess we'll be seeing each other often then! You had better like me, I don't want any fights."

She was damn right. If her looks were anything to base my thoughts on, there was no way in hell we would ever fight. Well at least, I surely hoped we never would.

"Ehh, I'd say you're fine. I'm Samantha, by the way. Most people like to call me Sam, though. It's nice to meet you, I guess."

She giggled again. Either she was easy to impress, or she had quite the sense of humor, at least compared to me.

"You probably heard me talking to myself then. I'm Lara, pleasure meet you as well!"

A/N: This is recent work of mine, expect it to get better as the story goes along. Reviews are very welcome and appreciated. I do have a lot more of this written so far, so I might be able to do regular updates (maybe biweekly?) provided I remember and if my laptop is working well enough to do so. ("Don't tell me your plans, show me your results.")

This chapter as well as the rest of this fic so far has had little or no editing (save for re-applying formatting), while I try to fix all errors before publishing some mistakes are bound to get through, don't hesitate to let me know so I can fix them. Constructive criticism is again more then welcomed.

All German in this fic is either subtitled or translated by one of the characters. :)