I do not own Code Lyoko or the characters in the show. I only own Isabella.

My car rolled up to the old-style looking school. My blonde hair was in a neat bun, bringing forward the features in my face that I so easily hid behind my glasses. I recently have been hiding behind them so that no one can see the emotions my eyes portray. As the driver got out of the car and opened my door, I looked forward and saw the school I hadn't seen in so many years. As the driver pulled out my luggage, an all too familiar man dressed in a red and grey jumpsuit was walking towards me, a smile prominent on his face. I looked at the kind driver with a smile and handed him a tip, waving him off as he drove away. I looked in front of me, the man already standing next to my luggage.

"It has been way too long sweet," he said opening his arms as an invitation for me to walk right into them.

"I've missed you so much Uncle Jim," I said but was muffled by my face being buried in his stomach. I stand at 4'11 so that's as high as I can reach really. He smiled down at me and grabbed my bags.

"I'll take these to your room; your father is waiting for you in his office, he said he didn't want to finalize your schedule until you got here and had a look at it yourself. Something about not wanting to overwhelm you while you're still recovering. What are you recovering from necessarily, he never mentioned why you finally decided to come to Kadic. I thought you were happy in the London Dance Academy," He questioned, walking with me until we reached the point of division where I would walk over to my father's office and him my dorm room.

"I was, but I got injured, and my father wanted me close to home so that he can oversee my recovery firsthand. I'm fine now, I don't know why he worries so much," I stated, annoyed that he even mentioned my recovery, even if he didn't mention what it was for.

"Well you know him, always has been cautious of his daughters. Well, this is where we have to separate, I hope to see you in my class on Monday, I know your father mentioned not wanting you to start until then, he wanted you to adjust first." And with that, he went left, and I went right, right into someone that is.

"Watch where you're- oh you have got to be kidding me" I looked up at the owner of the voice, knowing who it was all too well.

"Nice to see you too Elisabeth, didn't think we would meet so abruptly but you know I have never really been into subtlety," I announced, already regretting not looking where I was going. The smirk on her face makes me believe she has a plan in mind, and something tells me I am somewhere in that scenario.

"So, daddy told me some interesting things about your arrival; I just didn't expect it to be so soon. I honestly thought he would've stuck you in rehab after trying to kill yourself. But I'm not stupid, this can benefit me, especially since I have the video that the girls in your school oh so kindly sent me." She continued to smirk, the fear on my face might've been what had strengthened it.

"You're bluffing. The principal made sure that video was gone," but I had a feeling she wasn't, and I'm pretty sure it was evident I knew as she pulled out her phone.

"Oh really, then what is this," she smiled as she clicked play on the video on her phone

Flashback

"No way she tried to kill herself, what a freak," laughter could be heard as I regained consciousness, throwing up after a girl stuck a toothbrush down my throat.

"This is so going on the gossip page," one of the girls said as the rest laughed.

"Why'd you do it huh, weren't getting enough attention," another girl stated with a smile on her face. Tears started to run down my face, and I ran to the toilet and threw up, even more, my body rejecting the bottle of pills I had just downed. The school principal ran into the bathroom, disgust clear on her face from the scene that was unfolding in front of her.

"Everyone out of this bathroom! Each one of you is getting your phone checked to make sure this doesn't leave this bathroom," she yelled.

End flashback

"One of the girls in your school thought it would be smart to send it to a trustworthy source that could do wonders with this clip. I have to say; they are smart for prima ballerinas," she said, venom in her voice. Tears were building up in my eyes, but I controlled myself.

"What do you want from me," I cried out, not wanting the video to go public.

"Make yourself hated. Don't bring any form of good attention towards yourself, wear clothes that hide your body, act as dumb as you possibly can, and by no means are you allowed to showcase your dancing anywhere in this school. Do I make myself clear? We don't want this video going up on the school's news column that I run," she said with superiority. I looked down in sadness, nodding at her proposal. She smiled and walked away triumphantly, heading towards her class. I continued walking towards my father's office. Once I reached the front of it, I put a smile on my face, leaving no trace of the conversation I just had with my twin sister.

"Hello sweet, your father has been waiting for you for some time now. Go right into his office," said Ms. Weber, my father's secretary. I opened the door to his office and walked in, smiling at him with the most genuine smile I could muster up.

"Sweet, how was your trip over here," he questioned with a warm smile on his face. I continued to smile and began telling him of everything that happened, excluding the part where I ran into Elisabeth.

"Sounds wonderful Isabella, now I have a schedule set up for you, but I wanted to make sure that it was ok. I didn't want you to take too many stressful classes while you recover," he said, worry evident in his voice. I grabbed the schedule from his hand and looked it over: French Literature, Physics, Pre-Calculus, Italian, AP World History, and Gym. I look at my father and nod.

"These classes are fine, nothing stressful on here. Now I do think you should've mentioned that you told Jim I was in recovery. I made it seem as it was an injury but you can't tell anyone else, the point of this is so that no one knows what happened and I can have a fresh start," I stated with slight annoyance in my voice.

"I'm sorry Isabella, I won't tell anyone else. Now I have arranged for you to take dance classes after school near Kadic, it's about a 10-minute walk from here. If you're not ready to dance yet just let me know, and I'll cancel them," I smiled at the fact that he considered that I didn't want to give up dance, and since I couldn't take the class here since it isn't taught, even though they have a decent dance room, the dance studio is a great option.

"Thank you, dad. Of course, I would want to continue taking dance classes. I can still practice in the dance room here sometimes right," I questioned. He smiled and nodded, and I made a mental note to do at times Elisabeth, or anyone for that matter, won't see me.

"Alright well you don't have to go to class until Monday, I think you deserve some time to get adjusted and everything. Jim put your things in your room, I know you said you didn't mind sharing a room, so I did put you in a room with someone, but she is very kind, and I think you two will get on very well. Now go to your room and unpack, I'm more than sure you're going to want to sleep after so I'll send Jim with dinner for you so you can stay in your room. I know you wanted to stay away from the public eye for a while. I love you sweet." I walked out of his office and towards my room, already knowing this was going to be an even worse hell than what I was in before.