I can't believe I finished this chapter in one day. :l I'm pretty sure I said last chapter that I'm going to update this story once a week, but then I write this in one day. :p I really should of done my homework. :l I used up all of my Saturday night on this story, and it feels pretty great I guess. I rewrote this chapter a lot of times, but I still don't really like the beginning. I feel like it's really messy and that I just threw it together. I really like how I portrayed the other characters though. That part was really fun to write, more enjoyable than writing Alice. She's such a fun character, but I made her so eh. :p I still don't like how I made Alice's character. So it's hard to write her, because I made her different, but know I'm making her the same. Anyways, enjoy the chapter! While I start my homework!
- Forget me knott
declaimer: I don't own Twilight.
My excitement was replaced by nervousness as the taxi approached the school. I looked to my right, and started to talk, but then I remembered my parents weren't here. They were back home in Forks, I last saw them at the airport. I frowned, wishing that I had the support and comfort of my parents, but I was alone. The huge building was one of five buildings that made up The School of American Ballet. This is the one where I'll be spending almost all my time in. The size of the building made me nervous, and the large amount of students socializing in the courtyard didn't help at all. The taxi come to a stop, forcing me to face my fears. After paying the taxi driver, I dragged my large bags out of the car. With a little difficulty, I dragged them up the stairs. No one made any offer to help me. They didn't seem ignorant or stuck-up, just curious about the small girl with the large bags. I scowled when I realized what they were probably thinking that I was a little girl, and were wondering where my parents are.
I started to walk faster, hoping that no one would try to stop me and start a conversation. Thankfully no one did, and I walked into the lobby of the school with relief. The inside was just as beautiful as the outside, but before I could marvel at the details, the woman at the desk started speaking to me.
"Can I help you.. Miss?" She asked me. At first I wondered if she was questioning my gender due to my short hair, but then I realized that wasn't the case due to the way I was dressed. She didn't know if she should of had addressed me as a child or a teenager. She looked relieved when she realized she choose the right words.
"I'm Alice Brandon." I told her, and then corrected myself. "I mean Mary Alice Brandon. I'm a new student here." I explained to her.
She nodded, although her attention was on the computer. "Your room number is 206, and it's on the third floor." She explained to me, and handed me a key. "Here's your key." She leaned in closer towards the screen, squinting her eyes. "Your roommate is already here, you can get acquainted with her." She told me.
"Thank you." I smiled at her, but she ignored me, focusing her attention back on the computer screen. Picking up my bags again, I headed towards the elevator. Even the elevator was beautiful. The wood was a cherry red, and didn't have a single scratch. The door opening stopped me from marveling the beauty even more. To my relief, no one else was in the elevator. Just being in the elevator for a few moments made my nerves disappear, and by the time I was out of the elevator, my excitement was back. I didn't bother to pick up my bags, I dragged them on the ground.
When I reached room 206, but nervousness had disappeared, replaced by excitement. I put the key into the slot, but the door opened before I could turn it. I bounded into the room, filled with excitement. I put my bags on the bed that had nothing around it. The room is a light pink, with cream carpeting. The vanity was covered with makeup supplies. Pale pink pointe shoes hanged on the corner of the other girl's bed, which made me feel silly when I pulled out ten pairs of pointe shoes, all different colors. Instead of hanging them from the corner of my bed I placed them under my bed, not wanting any harm to come to them. When I opened the closet and saw black and white leotards, and a few different color leotards, I felt even sillier. But I really didn't mind, I love the brightness of my shoes and leotards. Going back to my bed, I started taking out my things and sorted them. My clothes were put in the drawers that weren't already taken, while my other shoes were put under my bed next to my pointe shoes. I kept my more personal items in the bags, and then sat on the bed, not knowing what exactly to do.
My phone vibrated, and I quickly took it out, knowing it was one of my parents. I was right—my Mom was calling me. I didn't even get a chance to say hello before she attacked me.
"Don't be a hermit!" She yelled. Her loud voice surprised me so much it made me fall off the bed. She didn't give me a chance to speak. "I know you Mary Alice—you're going to take every chance you can to avoid talking to people!" She huffed.
"Wh—" I started protesting, but she interrupted me.
"Don't deny it!" She scolded me. "You did in high school, and it worked for you. But it's not going to work there."
"You don't—" I tried to say quickly, but she beat me to it.
"The hell I do!" She fumed. "Don't be a hermit. Don't stick in your bubble." Her voice got softer. "Be you. Be the freaky and weird Alice that we love."
I stuck my tongue out at the phone even though I knew that she couldn't see it. "I'll try." I told her.
Her voice changed. "How is it?" She asked me eagerly.
"It's beautiful!" I grinned, feeling more relaxed that the awkward conversation just ended. "The room is really nice too."
"The roommate?" She questioned.
"I haven't met her yet." I told her. "I hope she's nice."
"Well if you be yourself, she probably will be."
"Not funny." I grumbled to her, and hung up.
I flopped myself back on my bed, and started thinking back to the conversation I just had with my Mom. I am going to prove her wrong. I'll be Alice.
"What the hell?" A girl murmured, walking into the room. She was pretty, really pretty. Her long blonde hair went to her waist, and her eyes were a very bright blue color. A tall muscular guy followed behind her. Thinking of the conversation I had, I decided to say hello first.
"I'm Alice!" I introduced myself, and jumped off the bed. Without even thinking about the consequences, I pulled the girl into a hug. I decided to not hug the big guy, because I didn't want to cause trouble. He surprised me when he gave me a bone-crushing hug instead. My feet couldn't touch the ground. I started to feel more confident. Being less cautious seemed to have it's perks, I can't remember the last time someone was so nice to me.
"Emmett put her down." The girl commanded, clearly not liking that he was hugging me. As soon as he put me down, I stepped back immediately, not wanting the girl to get the wrong idea.
"I'm Rosalie Hale, and this idiot is Emmett Cullen." Rosalie introduced herself and Emmett. He laughed at how Rosalie introduced him, and wrapped his arm around her shoulder
"Do you dance ballet?" I asked him out of curiosity. Emmett didn't look like a dancer, he wasn't big, but didn't carry himself with grace and light movement.
He wrinkled his nose with disgust. "I'm not gay."
I scowled at him, walked closer towards him and poked his chest. "Not all guys who dance ballet are gay!" I told him.
He laughed, which made my scowl deeper. "You're so tiny—but you have a temper!" He laughed again.
My face turned red with anger, which made Emmett laugh even more. Rosalie started to talk before I could blow up on Emmett. "That's not true Emmett—even though everything about Edward screams gay, he's dating Bella." She smirked, which made Emmett laugh even harder. They apparently didn't like this Edward guy.
"Who are Edward and Bella?" I asked them, curious.
This time Emmett answered me. "Edward goes here, he does ballet. And apparently he's really good at it too. Bella is his girlfriend, and she's a gymnast. So she does the flips and shit." He told me. "Bella's funny—even though she does gymnastics and can do all that shit on that beam, she is clumsy as hell off the mat. Fucking hilarious." He laughed. "Edward tried to teach her some ballet once. She tried to do one of those.. hell I don't know what it's called. When you spin?" He shrugged his shoulders.
"Pirouettes." I told him, but he was still telling his story.
"She fell right off the stage!" He laughed, enjoying making fun of his friends Edward and Bella. "I laughed at it—because who the hell wouldn't? But Edward got really pissed at me. Wouldn't talk to me for days."
He continued to make fun of Edward and Bella. "And Edward is so protective over her, it's hilarious. We all went to one of her meets one time, and she was doing this hard flip thing on the.." He turned to Rosalie. "What the hell is the thing called?" He asked her.
She rolled her eyes. "Vault."
"Yeah that vault thing." He repeated. "Anyways, Edward was about to lose his shit. Fucking hilarious." He laughed. "When Bella lost her balance a little when she was doing one of those turns on the beam with one leg on the beam, he almost went out there to see if she was ok." He roared with laughter, making me flinch. "I don't know how the hell Jasper calmed him down."
"Who is Jasper?" I questioned.
"My brother." Rosalie answered me, sitting on her bed, and Emmett sat right next to her. My bed was father away from her bed, so I decided to sit on the floor. "He's two years older than me—goes to college at Columbia University to be a lawyer." She told me.
Emmett started speaking. "He knows what kind of words to say, he can calm people down easily." He told me. "It's some weird shit."
Rosalie rolled her eyes. "Emmett likes to make fun of people, but is too scared to do it when the people are around." She laughed.
Emmett pouted. "You're lying Rosie."
She laughed at him, but instead turned her attention towards me. "How long have you been doing ballet?" She asked me.
"Since I was 8." I told her.
"Me too, but I've been going here since I was 12." She told me. "Are you in Advanced Division C1?" I nodded. "I am too!" She told me, a smile on her face. I grinned back at her, happy that I took my Mom's advice.
"Do you guys have to talk about ballet?" Emmett grumbled.
We all continued to talk for a long time. I found out that Emmett goes to school at a local high school, and is planning on being a mechanic in the future. That Rosalie and Emmett have been dating for the past year.
"We should all meet up tomorrow!" Emmett suggested. "Like for brunch, or some shit."
"I'll text Edward, Bella, and Jasper if they want too." Rosalie suggested. "Is that ok with you Alice?" She asked me.
"That sounds great!" I grinned.
Maybe not being a hermit isn't too bad.