AN- this is my first fanfic, normally I write original pieces so be patent with me =S
I'll probably put the first couple of chapters up but if I don't get any reviews I will just stop writing this, no point publishing crapola =)
Disclaimer: This fic bears no intentional resemblance to any persons living or dead. If I'm doing my job right, it should bear a very great resemblance to persons made up and not owned by me.
Bubble Heads, Muscles and Ever Afters
Chapter 1. Any other day
I came home from my run to an empty house, no surprises there. My mum would come home in an hour or so, it was after all, only six thirty in the morning, the night shift ended at seven. Once again I wished my mum didn't have to work the night shift but it pays better and we need the money. I kicked my runners off and wandered into the kitchen to get myself some breakfast, when I finished my cereal I jumped in the shower, this was my favourite part of the day, when I'd gotten home from my run with a sense of accomplishment and was free to do what ever I wanted, but I particularly liked the shower, I could be anyone I wanted in the shower, a pop star, a famous ballerina, I could be Dr. Phil for all anyone cared, it was exiting to be more than just your average fourteen year old girl I eventually got out of the shower, just as my mum was coming home. Wrapping a towel around myself I went to go talk to her.
"Hey mum," I said, kissing her on the cheek, "How was work?"
"Hi, Sarah, it was fine, I had to pull a code though."
"Nothing to bad I hope?"
"No, no, just a run away, security took care of it, then we just sedated her, poor thing, she was so confused. Anyway, are you almost ready for school?"
"Getting there." I told her as I went to my room to get dressed for school, I dug around I'm my wardrobe and found a black and white skirt that I hadn't worn in forever, it was loose and floaty and came to just above my knee, I put on a close fitting black singlet and tucked it in, I had a white belt around my waist and decided on wearing my black ballet flats with it, who said you could find nice outfits at the thrift store. I put on the tiniest bit of make up, grabbed my handbag and a black cardigan. Mum was in bed now so I quietly slipped out the door, locking it behind me and walked to the bus stop. I sat down, it was now quarter to eight so I had about fifteen minutes to wait, as I waited I watched the people that lived across the road from the buss stop, the Young family, there daughter Claire was in my class at school, we were friendly and polite to each other but we weren't friends. Claire was one of those bright bubbly girls with a perpetual smile and bouncy hair, she had only moved to La Push from the Makah Rez two years ago but she ruled the school along with her cheerleader friends. Just as the bus came around the corner I saw Quil Ateara pull up out side her house and honk his horn, Claire came running out and jumped in the car, kissing Quil on the cheek. Lots of people though it was weird that Claire was friends with Quil but no one really though that much of it, he was known as a sort of protector around the Rez and people trusted him and his friends. I got on the bus and took a seat in the middle and relaxed just a little bit, content with the fact that this was any other day.
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I sat down at my usual lunch table, with my small group of friends.
"Hey Sarah," Chloe said
"Hey."
"Are you dancing after school? she asked.
"Yep," I said popping my 'p', "classical tonight."
"Do you mind if I come and watch?"
"Yeah sure, I'm going strait after school." I told her making a mental note to ask if everything was okay with her.
"I swear you insane sometimes Sarah, the things you put yourself through." Hannah said, chuckling to herself.
"It's not as insane as what some girls do," I said to her, not for the first time, "at least I don't starve myself for it, it's just something I love to do."
Hannah wrinkled her nose at me "I just don't understand why you have to practice like everyday and then there's all that running you do, eew, how can you even get up that early?"
"Just don't worry your pretty little head about it Hannah." I sighed and shared a look with Chloe as Hannah went back to eating her salad.
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When school ended I headed for my locker and meet Chloe there. "Are you feeling okay?" I asked, I knew her parents were having some trouble at home and I wanted to make sure she was okay. "I'm fine, it's just that mum and dad, are kind of loud and I just don't want to be there at the moment." She explained
"Fair enough," I said as I pulled my dancing bag out of my locker and put the books I would need for homework in my handbag, "How's Harley holding up?"
"Well he's been spending a lot of time at Marks place but I think he's coping okay" Harley is Chloe's younger brother, he's only eleven but very smart, a definite book worm. "I'm ready, we good to go?"
"Yeah, let's go."
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Chloe and I got on the bus and sat towards the back, it didn't take long before the bus was full and we were pulled into a conversation with some on our friends, Alex and Lucas. The conversation, about weather or not Chloe and I should join the cheerleading team along with Hannah, who was already on it, abruptly ended when we got off the bus in the middle of La Push. La Push is not very big but it does have a super market, a video store, a milk bar, a doctor's surgery, car repair shop and a dance studio. There are various other little businesses but if you wanted anything of interest then you needed to go into forks or Port Angeles. In fact it was incredible that there was even a dance studio. Its run buy a woman called Analise, she is from Russia and was training in a famous dance academy there when she met her husband and fell in love. She finished her training, got married and moved to La Push, his home town, and started the studio so that she could support herself and so her daughters could dance as well.
I walked into the milk bar and bought a large strawberry big m and two chocolate bars. I handed one of the chocolate bars to Chloe as we crossed the road to the studio.
"You know it wouldn't be so bad being a cheerleader." I said.
"I suppose. Its not that I have anything against them, its just that I know Alex and Lucas only want us to tryout so they can ogle us in skimpy skirts."
"Yes, but who says that's a bad thing?" I said, as if it were nothing, all the while avoiding making eye contact. "Oh My God, Sarah…" Chloe exclaimed, and then seemed at a loss for words. "Which one? I mean, well… Lucas or Alex?"
"Lucas, not that much, but enough that I want him to notice me."
"Awww you two would be so cute together" She sighed.
"It'll probably never happen. Think about cheerleading though, we would be making some new friends, and I know we only have a year left at middle school, but if we like it and are any good at it, it would make high school easier. Having a group to fit in with, know what I mean?"
"Yes, I see what you mean, and you'd get in easily, your super fit."
"You would to, I know its not usually your thing, all the clichés but I think it would be fun. I mean there's no harm in trying out."
"Yer lets try out. Hannah will flip out when we tell her."
"I know right, I better go get changed, save me some big m." I said over my shoulder as I put my school bag in one of the cubby holes provided and took my gym bag into the bathrooms. Today was one of my private lessons, they were my favourite because it meant I could wear what ever I wanted (within reason), and I didn't have to abide by the uniform rules. Today I had hot pink tights and a grey leotard and cross over, if it were a group class I would put a skirt or shorts on as well, just so I didn't feel so exposed. Today it was just Miss Analise, Chloe and I so I didn't bother. I took my pointẽ shoes out of my bag, I had two pairs, a black pair and a pale pink pair, today I was wearing the black pair. I picked my bag up off the bathroom floor and took it out to the foyer where Chloe had taken over one of the couches and was doing her homework. I put my dance bag with my school bag, took a swig of the big m and walked over to the studio where I knew Miss Analise would be fiddling with the music.
I gently tapped on the door to alert Miss Analise to my presence.
"Hello Sarah, how are you today?"
"Good thank you, yourself?" I asked as I sat down on the floor next to the rosin box, to put my shoes on.
AN- I know its not much at the moment but I like to develop my characters a little before I move into the plot to much. Please review, even if it's to tell me that this is the worst thing you've ever read and I should just curl up in a hole and hope to die soon…