Author's Note: They are in Ontario, and Kali is Abby's sister. Read my previous stories to find out about her… These are just some answers to questions I received in my reviews. And there's a little bit of French in this chapter, don't worry, it's nothing big though.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters, only Kali.

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Turning around, I flash a smile to Abby and Carter, who sit in the car. I can't believe I'm walking up Carol's driveway. I've done this a million times before, without thinking. I remember how I would rush over here whenever I received money and would invite her to the mall. Now I'm here again and I haven't seen her since my dad's funeral…

I knock on the door. I hear footsteps pounding towards the door and I realize I'm trembling. I'm so excited and so nervous I feel like I'm gonna explode with emotions!

The door swings open, and my best friend gaps at me. She looks the exact same…

"Wanna go shopping or something?" I offer with a grin.

Then she's flying at me, squeezing me and we hold each other tightly. I'm trying to tell her how much I've missed her but only sobs come out. She's crying into my neck and we just hold onto each other and sob.

"Kali, I can't believe you're here," she exclaims after we've quieted down.

"I know, Carter brought us," I point back to the car where Abby and Carter wave and step out.

"So your that famous Carol?" Abby asks as they approach.

"That would be me!" Carol replies brightly.

"Carol, this is my sister Abby and this is my… Carter," I introduce them.

"Nice, to meet you," Carter extends his hand to Carol. They shake and Abby does the same.

"So you girls gonna hang around? Carter and I can go explore and we'll pick you up around six?" Abby offers.

"Nine at the dance studio," I tell them, as the Canadian snowflakes fall to the ground.

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"So how's everyone here doing?" I ask from my spot on Carol's bed. We had been in her room for the past few hours, catching up on things. Well actually, me telling her about all that had been happening with me. Now it was her turn to fill me in.

"Fine, same old stuff, not much has changed since you left," she replies from the bean bag chair.

"Well something must have happened! It's been almost six months since I left!" I exclaim.

"Well we have a recital in a few days," Carol smiles.

"Oh really? Cool, hey don't you have a lesson soon?" I ask, glancing at the clock.

"As if you remembered!" she laughs.

"Come on! Eight years dedicated to ballet and taking the lessons, of course I remember. Every day from six until nine, and five to nine on weekends," I recite.

"Well I'll just skip it then," she shrugs.

I gap at her in shock. We were never ever, aloud to skip a lesson! Especially before a recital!

"Your going," I instruct in a stern voice.

"Alright but your coming. Grab an outfit for yourself, Madame will want you to dance too," she tells me as she makes her way to the closet. I follow her and grab a tank top, some dance pants, (a.k.a. spandex pants, but spandex pants are yucky, it's nicer to say dance pants,) and some spare pointe shoes. I stuff them into Carol's duffel bag and she throws her outfit in too.

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I feel so excited as we walk to the studio. Well, Carol walks and I run, skip, jump and twirl around her like a toddler on Christmas.

"Calm your nerves," she says with a laugh as I leap around and almost fall on my face. But I can tell she's excited to be bringing me back with her. Carol and I had been the lead dancers, we were great and we had everything going! But then Dad died and now I guessed that Carol was the star.

"Oh my God there it is!" I cry as we turn the corner and I spot the studio. I bolt down the road at the speed of light and I can hear Carol behind me. I can't beeee-lieve I'm here!

We push through the door breathlessly and I sigh with happiness. This is it.

We walk down the hall to the change room and I'm bubbling with bliss and nervousness and a million other emotions.

"Kali!" someone shrieks as we enter the change room.

The next instant I'm being smothered in hugs and shrieks and cries and I feel tears running down my cheeks again. These are my girls. The ones that I've known since we all started dancing at the young age of six!

"When did you get here?" Brittany asks me once they backed off a little.

"A few hours ago," I try to sound nonchalant.

"Does Zac know?" Karen inquires with a smile.

"Not yet, I'm just been with Carol so far," I tell the group. Zac was my dance partner and like a brother to me. We had tried the romance thing at one point, but it was too weird.

"It's five to, we better get ready," Carol says with a look at the clock.

I follow her to a spot on the bench and quickly slide off my jeans and sweater and into the dance pants and a tank top. Then I turn around and let her wrap my wavy, caramel hair into a tight bun before I do the same to her dark curls. Her hair was the exact same as Neela's, I couldn't help thinking as I wrapped the elastic around the bun. I tie on the pointe shoes and we finally head to the dance floor with the other girls and wait patiently for Madame Taylor to come in. She's always late.

But today she's almost on time and I smile as she sees me.

"Kali! Oh my gosh sweetie it's been so long! I'm so glad your joining us!" she babbles as she squeezes me tightly. I always had a close relationship with Madame Taylor, she had offered to take me in if I didn't want to live in Chicago.

"Bonjour Madame, I've missed you," I return the hug, and scurry back to my spot on the floor.

"Okay ladies, we will warm up and then practice for the recital," Madame instructs and we all move to the barre and move gracefully to the music. I'm happy to see that I haven't lost my touch and still have the straightest posture and great precision. After the warm up I go to the front of the class and watch the performance with Madame.

"Go try, I want you to know this dance Kali," she whispers to me as I watch Carol in the front of the group.

I make my way to the back as the song ends and get ready to start again. I'd never been in the back before, it felt weird. The music started up again and I moved perfectly with the group, adding much finesse to prove to Madame that I hadn't lost my touch. She called me to the front with Carol for the next try. I beamed.

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The girls sit on the floor massaging their calves. Although my legs hurt too I don't want to stop dancing, I haven't been to a studio in the longest time and it was nice to be in one after months of practicing in the living room.

Mozart was playing and I leaped and spun to the rhythm with lots of energy. The door whoosed open and I caught a glimpse of Abby, Carter and Zac between twirls. I stopped dead. Zac! I ran into his arms and he hugged me tight.

"I met your sister outside, seems like you have lots of pictures of me in your room," he jokes.

I laugh look into his friendly face. He had come to the hospital with me when I went there for my dad. He stayed with me the whole time…

"I've missed you," I tell him with a huge grin. It seems like I've been grinning all day.

"Well I figured you would," says the modest Zac.

I cling to him as I introduce the girls to Carter and Abby. They giggle for Carter and gaze at Abby's beauty. They were in awe of how good Abby and Carter looked together and back in the change room, Gina told me that the three of us looked like a perfect family

Ah bliss, it was total bliss.