Note: if anyone wants to know what Katey's costume looks like, click the link below. Or if it won't click, copy and paste it.

http/cvanover. what it looks like, except made for a sixteen year old, not a thirteen year old.

So anyhow, that's that…

And continuing on!

Now we're at the dance…

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I walked into the gym where the dance was completely nervous. I felt like I stood out so much in my costume.

Clair and the rest of the girls were already there, and when they saw us come in they immediately ran over to me, squealing.

"Oh my God Katey, your costume! Where'd you get it?"

"Is that real lace?"

"You look so beautiful! I love your hair and make-up!"

And, well, you get the point.

I laughed and told them about how I found this.

"Well, geez! I with I had a grandma that did professional ballet!" Jenny said, fingering her Renaissance bar wench costume sadly.

"Don't we all?" Asked Amanda, laughing about her crazy '70s outfit that was complete with platform shoes that were eight inches high or so.

"Eh, mine's cool." Kelee said, pointing to her costume.

It was basically a washing machine box that had holes for her arms, head and legs, and it wasn't even decorated.

I couldn't help but laugh openly. "How long did it take to make it?"

"Maybe ten, fifteen minutes. All you have to do is go down to Lowes or Home Depot and ask for a washing machine or dishwasher box, and usually they'll give it to you for free."

I had to admit, it was pretty cool.

Christi had shown up as a nerd, wearing a blouse with a pocket protector and about 50 pens all sticking out, huge, thick glasses and this horrible orange plaid skirt with her track shoes.

Abby wore her mom's old prom dress from 1985 and had made herself a great 80's fashion plate with her mismatch colored jewelry and big hair.

And Clair had one of our old play costumes on. It was the one where she had been the drunken crazy saloon girl who falls for the wealthy, noble guy, so she has to shape up to win his love. It was a pointless story, but Clair made an awesome drunk, just as she did now.

She had the hair and make-up down to perfection, and looked even better than she had in the play.

The guys on the other hand…

They were all wearing the same thing. The crazy looking orange jumpsuits, with a made up asylum name on the front, and on the back the letters "psycho ward" and then different combinations of numbers.

"Don't tell me," I said, motioning to the guys "that they all planed wearing the same thing?"

"Nope, they apparently all got together and made those. What originality." Clair said, crossing her arms.

-Later on at the dance-

"Look at that outfit, hah, betcha she can't dance worth a crap."

I whipped my head back around to see who had said that. It had been the third time someone had commented on me 'not being able to dance ballet' and I was starting to tick me off. It had either been a guy wearing a toga or the guy next to him with the 'Scream' mask.

I was about to go over and say that I very well could dance, but I didn't need to, because the guy in the toga was approaching me.

"Hey, David over there betted me that you couldn't dance…" he started, but I stopped him by holding up my hands.

"If I couldn't do ballet, then why would I be wearing my ballet outfit?" I asked angrily.

"Because you could have rented it or borrowed it." He said as if stating the obvious.

"Well this is my dance outfit, and I can do ballet, so you can just tell your little friend over there that I can."

"Well if you're so sure of yourself why don't you show us?" He asked, sounding sure that I wouldn't oblige.

There was a moment's pause before…

"Fine; I will." I said, and tossed my hair.

Unbeknownst to me, there had been a little crowd growing, and right as I had said 'fine' they all backed up, giving me room to perform.

I knew that it was stupid to try and do anything, seeing as I hadn't warmed up, or even danced in months, but I was angry, and didn't care about that.

In my mind I reviewed the dances I knew, and decided to go with the one that would really show them… the ballet from act three of 'Il Muto'.

I stretched my arms and legs a little first, and then went to the beginning position.

Mentally I imagined the music playing around me, and I started to dance.

It felt so good to actually perform in the appropriate costume and slippers, and for all of my (most likely) years I hadn't done Il Muto, I was doing it perfect.

A few minutes later, the grand finale played in my mind, and I finished off the Fouetté with a great bow.

I heard applause around me, and I looked up to see that nearly all of the kids in the gym had been watching me dance.

I blushed and looked down, but I couldn't keep back a smile.

I had showed that David and the toga guy that I could seriously kick butt in dancing, and had proved that I wasn't really a klutz after all.

"Katey, where did you learn all that?" Clair asked, coming up next to me and hugging me.

"Um, I got the first part from Il Muto and the rest I made up." I said, fibbing on the last bit.

"Good Lord, girl! I didn't know you could dance!" Amanda said, also coming up to me.

"Yeah, how could you keep all that talent to yourself?"

"We need to get you to a dance studio, or better yet, a real ballet show!"

"I wish I had some flowers to throw at you!"

"There's some in the flower beds out front."

"Okay, Katey, you stay right there, I'll be right back."

"Kelee you idiot, don't go stealing the flowers from out front." I laughed, pulling on her box.

The complements went on for a while, and I enjoyed them. In Paris I hadn't been complemented like this at all. Just the occasional "nice foot-work" from Madame Giry, and this felt like I had just won a big competition.

After a bit, it seemed like the heater had been turned on, because I was positively burning up.

"Hey, guys, its way hot in here; I'm going to go outside for a sec, okay?" I said, fanning myself off with my hand.

It seemed like a zillion degrees inside, and I needed to get some fresh air to cool down.

I pushed open the gym door walked through the deserted lobby and out the doors to the side of the school.

The cold night air sent goose bumps over my skin, but it felt good compared to that oven of a gym.

I leaned against the brick wall next to me and closed my eyes, thinking about Ethan, and what he thought of me dancing.

All of a sudden I felt rough hands grab me, pulling me off the wall.

My eyes snapped open, and I found myself being pulled along by the wrist by some strange man who was twice my size.

I screamed and kicked at him, but he simply yanked harder and put a hand over my mouth.

I tried to bite, but he acted as though he didn't feel a thing.

He gave another hard yank as I tried to dig my foot into the ground, but the force of him heaving me sent me falling to the ground on my stomach.

He dragged me over to a side of the school where we were hidden from view of the street, and he shoved a gag in my mouth, and started tying my hands. I wiggled and squirmed, but the man kneed me hard in the stomach, making me stop moving as he tied my arms and legs.

After I was bound he stood up straight and seemed to look me over from head to toe.

And then I knew what he was going to do.

I struggled even more at my ropes as he kneeled next to me reaching out toward me, but I couldn't get out of the situation.

I felt his hands go to my back and un-button the back of my costume, and then slipping the sleeves off my shoulders.

I gave a wild jerk as he moved his hand toward my chest, but he held me down with one hand and groped me with the other.

If I hadn't been gagged I would have let out a cross between a sob and a scream, but all that came out was "MMMMHPH!"

"Heh, heh, heh." The man said, grinning up at me "You like that, don't you, girl?"

I wanted to wail in protest but in that instant his hand moved drastically south and under my tights and underwear.

I couldn't even make a sound my throat was so constricted with terror.

I prayed frantically, saying only the same this over and in my head; "help! Please let someone see! PLEASE HELP ME!"

And right as the man's hand had reached his aim, I heard a voice, and it was like the angel Gabriel.

"Katey? Katey, are you out here?"

The man stopped suddenly and I took my opportunity.

I kicked my bound legs against the hollow transformer, and it made a muffled bang. Before the man could react I kicked out again, and harder. The bang was a little louder, and now the person calling my name knew I was over here.

I heard their footsteps run over towards us, and then come around the transformer.

Ethan stopped dead in his tracks at the sight of me, naked to the waist, and the nameless guy who was just sitting there grinning.

"Want to have a go?" he cackled, but the next moment his face had gone slack due to a well aimed kick to the head.

The man fell backward, but the moment after sat he back up with a little blood trickling down the side of his face.

He leapt at Ethan, and collided with him, making Ethan stumble back.

"You interrupted me, son, and I intend to finish what I started!" the man growled, and made a jab at him.

Ethan side-stepped him, and returned the punch, hitting the man square in the jaw.

The man stepped back, tripped over my legs and came down hard on my chest, crushing me underneath his weight. I let out a muffled scream and jerked around, trying to get his off of me.

He slowly got up and advanced back toward Ethan, looking deadly.

The man faked him out by making it look like a leaping attack, but at the last second kicked the back of Ethan's legs, bringing him to his knees. Before Ethan could react, the man kneed him upside the head so that he fell over.

I gasped, and prayed with all my might that he would get up, but no such luck.

The man watched Ethan for a second, and then came back over to me.

"Looks like he's going to miss out…" and he unzipped his jeans, making my heart stop.

I clenched my eyes shut, not willing to see anything, but the next moment there was the sound of something hitting another something, and then a thud.

I opened my eyes and saw the man lying unmoving on the grass beside me, and Ethan standing above him with one of the mortar rocks, breathing hard.

He stared at the man for a moment, to make sure he didn't get up, and then came over to me.

"Katey, are you alright? Did he do anything more to you than…" He asked, untying my gag.

"No, he just… touched." I admitted, ashamedly staring down at the ground as he untied my arms and then legs.

I pulled my costume back on right before I let myself cry.

Ethan knelt down beside me to hug me, but I backed away. I didn't want anyone touching me… not now… not ever again…

I pulled my knees up to my chest and hugged my legs close, wanting to never come here again… not wanting to see any male ever again…

Ethan backed off, looking completely helpless before he muttered, "I'm going to get Clair…" but I cut him off by sobbing "No! Don't leave me alone with… with …"

Ethan got what I meant and stayed, but only by the man, kicking him hard every few moments.