So…
I really need to get back to writing Located, but I've decided its gonna be a little longer so I'll get back to that as soon as possible. I was gonna wait until I finished it to post this new fic but well—I'm not patient.
I only have from tomorrow until December 18th at noon…then I have like two and half weeks off for Christmas =D
-Rant over-
The first chapter is somewhat confusing…sorry.
Enjoy (:
"Higher, I said higher!" The middle-aged brunette yelled, her hair tied in a firm bun and a ballet skirt falling long her pink tights. She clapped her hands, not in praise but to call all of the dancers to attention. "All of you are dismissed."
About 100 dancers in tights and black leotard rushed out with their bags.
"Except you—." The woman growled, placing her hand on one girls' shoulder. "Your name?" They were still not on a first name basi.
"Sarah—Meyers." She whispered under her breath, fear clearly seeping through her stare.
"Well Miss Meyers, what I have seen from you these past few months has begun to disappoint me."
Sarah let her jaw drop slowly, "Wha—What?"
"Yes, you have been slacking off and the sudden weight gain I continue to notice has done nothing but affect your dancing."
Sarah glanced over at her for a moment, "But the pain killers—."
"Stop taking them and look into acupuncture. If this is the dream you want to pursue then damn it make it more of a priority than comfort and food. You are dismissed."
"But—."
"I said you are to be dismissed."
"Yes Ma'am." Her head dropped as she slung her bag over her shoulder and walked out of the large room, looking over her shoulder to see the instructor sit down in one of the chairs and lift a bottle of water to her hands. It had been six hours of practice that day and the teacher had yet to eat or drink anything but water and one low-calorie granola bar. She was tired, and weak, but light on her feet.
Was it time for her to make the same sacrifice?
"How come we didn't get to know you during these days!?" Ed chuckled, flipping through the stack of pictures in his hand.
"Because you just didn't—Ed, just give them back." Jules chased after him, finally jerking most of the stack from his hand.
"Well at least let me keep this one!" Ed yelled, holding up a picture of Jules mid-flight in an aerial on the balance beam.
"I like the outfit." Sam smiled only to be swatted across the face by Jules.
"Jenna starts gymnastics this week." Wordy said proudly of his daughter.
"But she's four!" Lou gasped.
"She's starting young so by the time she's ten years old she's already a champion. We're thinking ahead."
"I started when I was four too." Jules stated, "It was something my mom pressured me into—but I ended up loving it."
"And now you're a cop. Sorry Wordy, I don't think it'll help." Ed laughed.
"Oh you just watch!" Wordy replied, "And I bet Jules can still do all of her tricks, right?"
Jules glanced around, "Uh no."
"Come on Jules, show us a move!"
She shook her head and let out a small giggle, "Oh hey—Here comes the boss—We need to get back to work."
"Hello team—." Greg stated. Everyone made their way to their seats after Jules collected the last of the pictures—she glanced at them slowly before stuffing them in her binder of files.
Sarah dropped her bag on the couch and fell down next to it. Being 18 years old, She lived in an apartment on her own only a few miles away from the ballet school she attended. Her home and family was many, many hours away in Chicago. When she was accepted into the Canadian Ballet Institute, a well-respected ballet school, she dropped her college studies, packed up her car, and moved to Toronto.
She swore under her breath as she shifted weight, sending a surge of pain through her hip. She unzipped a pocket of her bag and pulled out a pill, popping it into her mouth before sighing back onto the couch.
"You have three new messages." Her answering machine spoke as she pressed the flashing red button. Each of the messages was from her mother.
"Hey Ma—." Sarah spoke softly into the phone.
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"Sarah, how are you sweetie?"
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"I'm good—How is everyone?"
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"Your father's just trying to keep hold of his job. Times are rough. Your brother made the wrestling team though."
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She smiled, "That's good. Tell everyone I said hi—."
There was a silent moment.
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"Well I miss you very, very much sweetheart. I cant wait to see you at Christmas."
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Sarah sighed, "Yeah—About that…"
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"You're coming home for Christmas—Arent you?"
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"Well—I'm supposed to do a study performance that night—."
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"But Sarah!" Her mom sighed in a disappointed tone.
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"Listen, I'll talk to you later Mom—I gotta go."
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"No, wait—Sweetie—." Her mother tried once more but the line shut off.
She felt terrible for leaving her mom hanging like that. It had been a year since she started living in Toronto, and she had only gone home twice. Her family came to visit once, but with her schedule it was completely pointless.
A tear rolled down her cheek. Her stomach growled as she refused to take a bite of anything.
Maybe the hunger will pass? She thought, lying down across the couch.
She slid her hand over to the side table to pick up her cell phone. She fumbled around the contacts, and came across the most dialed number, clicked it, and waited for an answer.
A phone ringing interrupted Greg's summary of the mishap between Spike and the team two bomb technician.
"May I?" Jules asked as she scooted her chair back and stood up as Greg nodded in reply.
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"Hey Sarah—." Jules spoke softly, heading to her locker room. "Everything okay?"
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"Rough day—my instructor is getting on me about every single thing I do. I'm trying to get off these pain killers—but the second I start hurting they draw me back in."
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"The time will come when the pain will go away and you wont need them anymore—but for right now you need to be comfortable. You're doing a lot and it's a lot of stress on your body. How about after I get off shift at 5 we head out and get dinner?"
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"Oh—Uh Dinner?"
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Jules sighed, "Don't even try the not eating thing. I've been there and done that—ended it by fainting and almost killing myself—We're getting dinner. Don't make me call your mom." She giggled. The only reason Sarah's parents were okay with her staying in Toronto is because of Jules signing on to be her mentor through a program. They knew that with her past and her current job, she was more protection than they could give to their daughter.
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"She already called today—Nagging on me because I cant make it home for Christmas."
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"Cant? Or don't want to?"
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"Come on Jules—I'm under enough stress as it is. I don't have time to go all the way to Chicago."
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"So what did you tell her?"
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"That I had a performance that night—I just—I don't know."
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"Well you can leave them like that—Its your family."
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"Just—come by once you get off work. I'm done with classes for today so I'll be here."
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Jules smiled and started heading back to the briefing room. "Okay, see you later—Call me if you need anything."
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"Thanks Jules." Sarah sighed, the call ending within the next moment.
The team was splitting to go change for workout just as Jules returned to the briefing room.
"Everything okay, Jules?" Greg caught her attention as she started to collect her files.
"What? Yeah Boss."
Greg nodded slowly and continued to look in files then place them in folders. "How's Sarah doing?" He asked suddenly. He was the only one that she had talked to about doing the mentor program—he was proud of her—and she didn't want to let him down.
"She's great—I'm taking her out for dinner again tonight."
A smile grew across Greg's face, "That's great Jules. I'm glad you two are working out well."
Jules smiled and nodded, tucking her file under her arm before heading back to her locker room, "Thanks Boss." She said sweetly, receiving a reassuring nod from Greg as she left the room.
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I'm a dancer and I always wanted to relate a fic to dance—and since Jules is one of the easiest characters I write—I chose to do something in relation to her.
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