Pointe Magick

Prologue

It was extremely dark that night, the night she got her power. As some people soon found out, this "power" was to be used very, very, carefully. No one knew what happened the night that the prima ballerina Margo Fontieyn vanished, right after starring in the ballet, "Swan Lake." No one knew why that one new, peculiar, ballet student who had arrived the day after Margo Fontieyn vanished, had such an extraordinary talent for both soft work, and pointe work. And her face. Oh, her face....it was...strange. Beautiful, but strange. It bore a remarkable resemblance to a certain prima ballerina. She wasn't related at all, as far as anyone knew. Her name was Fiona Mergyno. It was all exceedingly strange....

Chapter~1-Maybe....

As I made my way down to the ballet school, I thought about the new student. She had proved to be worthwhile of attention the first day she came. All the teachers thought she showed exceptional talent. Her name was Fiona Mergyno. Some of us are jealous. Fiona has unbelievable extension and great turnout. She's got the perfect body, and good strength. I guess in a small part of my mind, way in the back, I'm jealous. But mostly, I'm wondering. Why was she so good? How did she get so good? Before she came, the best student in the class was my enemy, Cynthia Donahue. She used to be my best friend, but things had changed. She turned all snotty, and I don't what else. So I don't talk to her anymore, and she ignores me.
Fiona, on the other hand, is far from snotty. She doesn't really talk at all, except when asked a question about some French ballet term by one of the teachers.
Which brings me to the subject of our teachers. Our ballet school is one of the best in the state. I don't mean to brag, but that's a fact. There are six levels, starting with level one. After you get in Level Six, you stay in there for about an average of three years. Sometime in there, you maybe can join the Professional Division, if you're good enough. Right now, I'm 12 years old, and I'm in Level Four.
We do have a dress code for every level. Level One is any pink leotard. Level Two is a light yellow. From Level Three and up, there are all different shades of blue. Level Three has sky blue; Level Four has sort of a darker blue, Level Five has royal blue, and Level Six has navy. From levels one to three, you wear cotton leotards with thicker straps. Then, from levels four to six, you have a lower back cut and skinny straps. I guess it has to do with age.
Right now, Fiona is in Level Four with my friends and I, but she'll probably be moved up soon enough. She's asked to demonstrate a lot of combinations. I hope she's nice. I haven' t really tried to make friends with her. No one has.
Cynthia is looking more jealous with every class. We have class on Mondays, Wednesdays, Fridays, and Saturdays. One Mondays, we have Laura, who is my favorite teacher. On Wednesdays, we have Jaimi Levrett, who is the Artistic Director of this school. Whose, by the way, name is Draper. We also have Stephanie, Steff for short, for jazz. On Friday, we have....well...you're probably getting bored with this long, tedious, list of recitals. Our only other different teacher is Brian. He's not gay, just to tell you before you get suspicious.
Oh, and there's another classmate worth mentioning. Her name is Cordelia Ziegler. She thinks she is the best, but let me tell you, she's not. She's so snotty, and not very smart. I should know; she's in my math class. At times, she can be nice, but definitely not in the habit. She likes to copy me; for example, I started to usually get my clothes from Abercrombie. Cordelia never does. Suddenly, she starts buying all sorts of Abercrombie clothes. Originally, I thought this was a coincidence, but there are too many. Another example; I started wearing black flip-flops to dance because I think it relieves my toes after pointe class. Now she asked her mom to buy them for her, and she wore them on Monday. (I overheard her asking her mom while I was waiting for my own mother to pick me up from class.) Cordelia never wears her hair in a ponytail, and I do all the time, practically ever since I was in third grade. Now she's wearing ponytails. She even got the same haircut as me! Oh, and did I mention that I have a black dancing wrap around sweater to wear for dance to keep my shoulders, arms, and stomach warm? She got that, too. And I got black legwarmers, she got black legwarmers. (I got new ones now, because luckily, when she got hers, mine were all worn out because I've had them for quite a while and they were all thin and had holes.)
Ugh, I could go on, and on but I don't think you'd appreciate that. Whew, I probably spent too long ranting on about that. Back to my story.
My friends in dance are Amber Delconte, Sara Sassone, Jaimi Cullen, Maddie Matuska, and Kelsey Swaggler. Anyway....
Fiona looks like a nice girl, but just...strange. Like she was possessed or something. I don't know. I'm guessing, but I doubt it. It just seems like there's something strange about the girl. I guess all the girls in my class feel the same, even Cynthia and Cordelia. Normally, Cordelia would be sucking up to Fiona, and Cynthia probably trying to sabotage her life. Okay, exaggeration, but you get the idea.
Fiona is simply amazing. I've never seen a girl who can get her leg that high, or bend back that far, or hold her leg up there. I mean, I'm really flexible and can get my leg up there, but no way can I hold it there. Her turnout is perfect. It's amazing. Totally incredible...unbelievable. Those are the words that are used to describe Fiona Mergyno. Amazing, incredible, unbelievable.... I'm perking up suddenly....because I think I just got the most senile idea ever...could Fiona Mergyno's arrival possibly be connected to Margo Fontieyn's disappearment? Could it? Was is possible? Maybe......just maybe......or maybe I'm the one who's going senile. But was it possible? As I said....maybe...just maybe....-