I've decided to edit all my previous chapters because I'm honestly not happy with them. If anyone has any suggestions or wants to help with the process please leave a review or pm me! Thank you all for reading.
Chapter one: Dares are childish games
I was awoken in my sleep in the middle of the night and taken to what I'm sure is the dance studio that I've been located at for the past month and a half.
The reason as to why I'm sure I've been taken to the dance studio is when you spend as much time and sweat in a confined space as a dancer does then you become familiar with the smell and feel. The smell of blood and sweat from falls and hard work, or the feel of the hard floors which are soft for pointed toes.
Of course I know who my captors are, the older more experienced dancers.
I was pushed on the floor, which didn't really help to know where I was going since I was blindfolded and all.
Next thing I knew they ripped the blind cloth off my eyes. While my eyes were trying to adjust to my surroundings, I could still hear their conspiring whispers.
The whole place was covered with candles that bounced off with this lumerious light that made the mood mysterious yet serious.
"Isabella, do you really want to be a ballerina?" asked the oldest and consequently more experienced dancer.
"Yes!" I shouted.
What was a ridiculous question?
I wouldn't be here today, if I didn't want with my whole heart and soul to be a dancer.
All my life I've dreamed of myself on the stage, spotlight on me as I danced with a princess's grace and awed anyone who saw. Ever since I was a little girl all I wanted to be was a ballerina.
I've worked so hard to get here! Of all the places to be I have never guessed I would be in Romania to study with the best and be the best.
It's very rare for a girl of seventeen to get this opportunity.
Of course I was preparing for the other girls to be jealous. Hey! It's a jungle in the dancing world. Envious, vindictive girls do stupid things sometimes.
"As you are aware this is the initiation process, are you ready?" she asked her eyes gleaming with mischief.
I'm guessing they plan to make me do something so horrendous that I have no choice but go away. Ha! Unlikely sisters! I'm going nowhere.
"Yes." I responded trying to make my voice strong despite the obvious tremble.
Another part of becoming a ballerina is that you have to fit the profile. As shallow this may sound. You have to be beautiful plus have the talent to become someone.
It's a surprise that despite my short frame, by being a mere 5'4, but it helps that I have slender legs that are strong from the jumps, turns, and pirouettes. A tiny waist that even models are envious of, a slender form overall but that doesn't mean I don't have a few curves. To be a ballerina, you have to have the form. This doesn't mean it's easy, it means diets, workouts, and dedication is a recipe to live by.
My brown hair and red tints are slightly unusual and little long Just as the color of my hair, I have chocolate eyes that as a child I hated the plainness and wished for more color and depth like the other girls my age. My lips are the colors of pale roses that look rather strange with my milky pale skin.
"As part of the process you are required to fulfill a dare, one that we choose." She said, with a smirk attached to her voice.
"What is it?" I asked, curious of the torture they've come up for me.
"You must go into the Volturi Castle and take a picture of the portrait of King Aro, which is if you can handle it." She smirked.
"Oh I can take it, no worries there." I said even though my voice sounded braver than the one in my head.
So, here I' am, standing in front of a "haunted" castle about to disobey all copyright laws invented for the sake of "fitting in." Pathetic.
I stood in front of Volturi Castle, and my breath got stuck in my throat. My legs are so numb that all I can do is stand there and stare in awe and fear.
The walls were made of stone, that I'm guessing is centuries old but still able to provide stable protection that it was made for back then. The windows are an oval shape, some square, some even look like the kind you see in churches.
The whole thing must be at least five thousand feet high because me just standing here, I feel like an ant. The towers that used to hold prisoners and soldiers when it was time for battle also look like the ones Repunzal would let down her hair from.
Even in the dark it looks pitch black along with everything else in the night. That's probably why it's one of the most haunted castles in the world.
How did I end up here? Was it because of my pride or ego that wouldn't let me turn down the challenge or was it because I wanted to prove myself to the other girls that I belonged and could take whatever they dished out? Maybe it's because I'm just as curious as they were?
Eh, how was that? I like it. (: very much. So, review and tell me what your thoughts are! I'm looking forward to hearing them.
