Second chapter!
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Sarah's Pov
Hannah is really nice to me. Sometimes I get so wrapped up in my thoughts I forget to realize how good people can be. She reminded me of Maka, with her blond hair, but it was lighter and longer than Ane's and not to mention a bit softer looking. When we walked into class, she took it out of the loose ponytail it was held in, and tied it into a bun.
"To keep the hair out of my face," she said quietly.
"Line up at the barre!" said , the ballet instructor. She clapped her hands noisily and blew a shiny silver whistle that hung around her neck.
I scrambled to the bar, following Hannah, and ended up tripping over my left ballet slipper.
Hannah caught me, her navy blue eyes were gleaming in amusement. "You okay?" she managed to giggle. I nodded, only to end up staring straight ahead in shock.
"Liz? Patty?"
"Huh?" said Hannah, turning around. "What're you guys doing here?"
"Just the other day Kid offered to pay for ballet lessons," said Liz, her waist length hair tied in a long French braid. She and Patty were dressed in matching cherry blossom pink outfits with tiny skulls embroidered near the hips.
"Sarah-chan, Hannah-chan!" said Patty. "HI!"
"Hi," said Hannah and I glumly.
"I thought Maka took classes with you," said Liz to Hannah, who perked up.
"Yeah, but she's busy, so..."
"I didn't know you could dance, too, Sarah," commented Patty. I looked to my feet and grimaced.
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Hannah's POV
Sarah suddenly looked to the ground. I couldn't see her face but she sounded kind of mad.
"I do not dance," she hissed.
"Okay," said Liz, "No need to kill us, right? I mean with the instruments and singing, we figured you were a triple-threat." She winked.
"Instruments?" I asked Sarah, and her face lit up a little. She was just about to open her mouth to say something when the teacher told us to do some plies. She quickly shut her mouth and I was still hanging on my question.
About three minutes into class, Sarah got this funny look on her face. Kind of a cross between my face when asks me to do a pirouette, and when Marty "borrows" my notes without asking.
"Hey, what's wrong?" asked Liz.
"Grr...those boys... !" she announced. The thin teacher nodded and padded over to us.
"What is it, Sarah?"
"I believe we have some peeping toms in the vicinity!" She pointed to the windows on the far wall. They're really high up and we would probably wouldn't have noticed the offenders if she hadn't pointed them out. frowned and ordered the boys to "come down here this instant".
Caught in the act, Soul, Black*Star, Kid (gasp), and Marty (double-gasp), came though the windows, and we girls glared at them while their faces burned.
"What do you think we should do with them as a punishment?" asked .
Sarah raised her hand. "They should join us,"said the girl coldly.
I stared at her, what was that going to do?
The boys looked horrified.
"What? No way! Uncool" said Soul.
"I'm allergic to polyester!" said Black*Star.
"..." Marty said nothing, avoiding my angry eyes.
"But, um, can I be exempt for 'Special Shinigami privileges'?" asked Kid.
"Yes you are, I'm sorry to hear that Black*Star, and no, Kid," said , answering the questions. She had two older girls find them boys uniforms and ordered them all (excluding the obviously lying Black*Star) to go change.
When they emerged from the room, all the other girls except for me and Sarah gave hoots and wolf-whistles and any other thing you can think of. They all simply turned red and stomped over to Sarah. Soul nagged on about how cool guys "don't wear tights" and Kid was complaining that his leotard was cut improperly, and Marty simply was ranting that the tights "itched and were tight."
"They're supposed to be like that Marty," I said, getting the evil eye from him immediately after.
"Shut up all of you," threatened Sarah. "Or else I'll Sarah-Slash you all." Her face became almost devilish and I myself fought down a shiver. It seemed to quiet them at least, though I had no idea what a "Sarah Slash" was.
Watching the boys try to dance was funnier than I expected. Soul tried to do a plie, and lost balance, tumbling into the bar and hitting his head. ordered him to try again. Grumbling, he got up and rubbed his head, tried again, this time bumping into Sarah, who also was having trouble with pleas.
"Watch it!" yelled Sarah furious that she'd failed again, her hand swept close to Soul's hair. "Sarah Slash!" A second later more than several white chunks of hair fell away to the floor and I looked up to find Soul's hair less spiky at the ends. I think I know what a 'Sarah Slash' is now.
I tried my best to do a pirouette without hurling.
Marty was much better at the pirouettes than I was. However, was more impressed with Kid. Liz and Pattystood on the sidelines as Kid twirled and spun and leaped like he was a professional.
"Um, Kid?" I said, stopping mid-spin to watch him in action. Every movement flowed into the next, each leap, each kick was wonderful. When he finished the whole studio began clapping, and when he realized they were staring he blushed deeply, twiddling his thumbs.
"That was great little bro!" said Sarah.
"Y-yeah."
"How'd you learn to dance like that?" I asked.
"I kind of used to..." he said. "mfmsllt..." he mumbled.
"What?" I said.
"I used to take ballet when I was seven, okay?"
"Oh," I whispered. But then the rest of the boys began laughing and pointing at Kid.
"Sissy!" teased Black*Star, guffawing.
Kid's golden eyes were welling up with tears.
"Kid?" asked Liz gently.
"Gya, ha! Man oh man, how uncool!" said Soul, rolling in laughter.
"Yeah," began Marty hands on his knees, "How—,"
Okay, I'm not usually an angry person, but their comments were really mean, and somehow I kind of flipped. I hate it when guys are insensitive... My right arm suddenly turned into one of the ends of my blade, and I held it towards the laughing boys, waving it around in my fury.
"Any boy who teases Kid next, will get a 'Hannah Slash', GOT IT?"
They gulped and nodded, and I changed my hand back to normal, turning around. I looked to Sarah, who was giving me a thumbs up and patting Kid on the back soothingly.
Same thing I would've done, said a voice I suddenly heard in my head. Sarah winked and laughed at my reaction, and I walked back to the bar to work on stretching.
