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Years Later…
Narrator POV
Nessie Walker has been laying on her bed, trying to figure out her own past. All she knows is that her adoptive parents found her unconscious near a trashcan. After that day, they have adopted her like their own daughter. Now she's 16 years old, a dancer, smart, and very social. But the only problem is how can she explain her childhood when someone asks her? One thing is for sure, if she ever found them, she wouldn't dare to call them 'mom and dad'.
Nessie POV
I've been laying on my bed for a very long time. I hate how people just make me think sometimes. Why ask about my childhood when I don't remember anything?! One thing is for sure, I'll always consider my adoptive parents my real parents and its time I should get up.
Yep.
Time for me to get up and walk to the dance studio.
I change to my dance clothes and pack what I need for my dance practice. I leave my room fast and walk down stairs. I grab a bottle of water and hug my mom.
"Nessie, don't forget your curfew. 7pm."
"But mom, its 5:30pm. I need my practice for the recital and the audition."
"This is why I'm saying 7pm. You've been practicing nonstop since the teacher asked you to audition for the main role."
"Fine mom, love you!"
I walk out of my house and look around. I spot the sun setting and plug my earphones in. I start running while Can't Hold Us by Macklemore and Ryan Lewis played.
I just wished all these negative thoughts would just leave. If it wasn't for Mark's idiotic questions, I wouldn't be thinking so much. I tuned out my mind and dug into the song…
Ay, ay, ay
come on in, let's go Yeah, lets go
Alright, Alright OK
Alright OK
Alright OK
Return of the Mack's, get 'em
What it is what it does what it is what it isn't
Lookin' for a better way to get up out of bed instead of getting on the internet and checking a new hit, get up!
Thrift shop, cool strut walking, little bit of humble, little bit of cocky
Somewhere between like Rocky and Cosby
Sweater game nope nope y'all can't copy
I zoned out and started running faster as I try not to let my bag fall out of my hands, listening closer to the lyrics
Yup. Bad, moonwalking
This here, is our party
My posse's been on Broadway
And we did it, our way
Throne music, I shed my skin and put my bones into everything I record to it
And yet I'm on
Let that stage light go and shine on down
Got that Bob Barker suit game and plinko in my style
Money, stay on my craft and stick around for those pounds
But I do that to pass the torch and put on for my town
Trust me. on my I-N-D-E-P-E-N-D-E-N-T hustlin'
Chasing dreams since I was 14 with the four track bussing
Halfway cross that city with the backpack
Fat cat, crushin labels off
One thing is for sure, I love this song. Gives me that power that no other song gives me sometimes when I run/jog.
Yeah, Nah they can't tell me nothing
We give that to the people
Spread it across the country
Labels out here
Nah they can't tell me nothing
We give it to the people
Spread it across the country
Can we go back, this is the moment
Tonight is the night, we'll fight till its over
So we put our hands up like the ceiling can't hold us
Like the ceiling can't hold us
Can we go back, this is the moment
Tonight is the night, we'll fight till its over
So we put our hands up like the ceiling can't hold us
Like the ceiling can't hold us
And that night will be the night when I get signed a contract with one of the most prestigious ballet/dance companies after dancing the main role of the play.
Now can I kick it? thank you
Yeah I'm so damn grateful
I grew up, really wanted gold fronts
But that's what you get when Wu-Tang raised you
Yall can't stop me
Go hard like I got an 808 in my heart beat
And I'm eating at the beat like you gave a little speed to a great white shark on shark week
Raw. Tell me go up. Gone!
Deuces goodbye. I got a world to see, and my girl she wanna see Rome
Ceasar will make you a believer
Nah I never ever did it for a throne
That validation comes from giving it back to the people.
Nah sing a song and it goes like
Raise those hands, this is our party
We came here to live life like nobody was watching
I got my city right behind me, if I fall, they got me
Learn from that failure gain humility and then we keep marching ourselves
That night, I will hug my adoptive parents and thank them. If it wasn't for them, I would be dead. I wouldn't have survived the homeless life. The cold, torturing reality that I was close to death. Hand in hand basically. I will be traveling with the company and send them photos from the places I've traveled and danced at. But for now, I should concentrate on my run towards the studio. But I also love thinking of my future.
Can we go back, this is the moment
Tonight is the night, we'll fight till its over
So we put our hands up like the ceiling can't hold us
Like the ceiling can't hold us
Can we go back, this is the moment
Tonight is the night, we'll fight till its over
So we put our hands up like the ceiling can't hold us
Like the ceiling can't hold us
So we put our hands up
So we put our hands up
Lets go
Na na na na na na na na
And all my people say
Na na na na na na na na
And all my people say
Na na na na na na na na
And all my people say
Na na na na na na na na
Macklemore
That's what I would want to hear. Instead of 'Macklemore', I'd want people chanting my name so loud that I wouldn't be able to hear my song. I would love to transmit what I feel to the audience by dancing with my whole heart, spirit, and soul.
Can we go back, this is the moment
Tonight is the night, we'll fight till its over
So we put our hands up like the ceiling can't hold us
Like the ceiling can't hold us
Can we go back, this is the moment
Tonight is the night, we'll fight till its over
So we put our hands up like the ceiling can't hold us
Like the ceiling can't hold us
I look up as I see the studio nearby.
5:45pm. Good timing. Hope the studio is still open and Mrs. Hikato is still there. Feeling super nervous about this upcoming audition on the next few days. But my passion toward ballet beats my fears. Ballet is my freedom from my own trap.
I walk up to the door and open it.
"Mrs. Hikato?"
No answer.
"MRS. HIKATO!"
A young girl comes out running from Mrs. Hikato's office. She looks younger than me, paler, innocent, with her golden wavy hair and blue-ish eyes that seem that the ocean could run forever.
"She's not here at the moment. Who are you?"
"My name is Renesmee Walker. But people call me Nessie for short."
"Is it okay if I call you Nessie? By the way my name is Roxy. I'm Mrs. Hikato's niece. I'm also a dancer, but I just visit sometimes when my company is in town."
We shake hands.
"How old are you Roxy? You seem younger than me."
"Actually I'm 21. I get that a lot. I help my aunt out when I'm in town. Are you one of the students she recommended to audition for the main role?"
"Yeah. She's an awesome teacher."
"She helped me get into this prestigious company. I'll be inside her office. Holler if you need any help with your routine. Good luck and hope to see you again Nessie"
"Thanks Roxy."
She leaves back into the office as I go and put on my ballet shoes. I look at the mirrors, showing my reflection in them. I stand up and start warming up and stretching. I take my IPhone out and plug it into the stereo. I touch play on the song A River Flows In You by Yurima. I start dancing, doing turns and jumps. I closed my eyes as I feel the music make a connection to my body.
Who knew music would be this important to my life.
I land on my knees and lay down as the last piece of the song ends. I open my eyes as I hear clapping. I see Roxy standing behind me smiling with tears rolling down her cheeks.
"Nessie, you dance very well. Your techniques are very incredible. My aunt may be right about you. You dance with such emotion and beautifulness. You transmit very well to the audience. Tell me, since when have you been practicing ballet?"
"I've been practicing ballet since I was 8 years old."
Two years after my adoptive parents found me, I found pink ballet shoes one day inside the mall and saw a couple of girls dancing. I felt a connection with the music right and then. I begged my mom to sign me up for dance classes, and she accepted and found Mrs. Hikato's dance studio. Since then, Mrs. Hikato and the dance studio are like a second home and family to me.
"That is very nice Nessie. I'm impressed. Keep it up, and you might as well nail the big role."
"Thanks"
In the corner of my eye, I see Mark walk in. Worst time ever. I tip toe, stretching my legs and toes. Mark comes up to me looking apologetic.
"What do you need Markus."
"You only say my name when you're very pissed at my persona."
"And you act smart when you know you're guilty of something."
"I'm sorry Nessie. Forgive my idiotic bran. Look, I'd want to make it up to you if you let me. Nessie, I like you a lot. You're a very beautiful person. Inside and out."
I stop tip toe-ing as I look up at Mark.
"Mark, do you have feelings for me?"
"Yes. I admit it. I like you very much Nessie."
"Mark, you know I can't date… I'm trying to concentrate on my big opportunity with this dance show."
"I know. But please, give me a chance."
"I'll think about it Mark."
I start walking to get my water bottle as Mark grabs my hand and pulls me close to him. I look up at him shyly and he kisses me. There was so much passion in this kiss… who knew my first kiss would be in a dance studio? We pull apart.
"Mark…"
"Nessie, I know you like me too. Don't let my social status get in between us. I'm crazy for you. Look, I know you're not very wealthy, but I don't care! Nessie, I like you."
"Mark… I like you too… but…"
"Nessie, I will not get in between you passion. I'll even shut up"
He looks down at me. God… why are you complicating this for me?
"Mark, tell me, what do you propose then?"
"A date? Just you and me. No one else"
"Alright then"
"Really?"
"Yeah. Just tell me when."
"Friday night? After your practice. Plus, there wouldn't be classes by then."
"Sounds fine to me"
I check my watch. Shit. 6:30. Curse my curfew. I look at Mark.
"I have to go"
"You need a ride home?"
"Nah, I'm 20 minutes away. Plus, it's not dark yet. I need to digest what just happened."
We both laugh and hug.
"I'll see you at school princess"
He kisses my forehead and leaves. I walk to my bag and say my goodbyes to Roxy. She seems like a pretty cool chick to hang out and talk to. Hope she's still here tomorrow. Maybe I should ask a few pointers and tips to be a better ballet dancer.
I leave the dance studio as I see the sun disappearing and the night taking over. I text my mom that I would be a little late due to an inconvenience. I the hear footsteps behind me and turn around. No one.
Weird. I swear I feel someone watching me. Or maybe I'm just paranoid about my audition that's coming up in a few weeks.
I keep walking as the feeling just worsens. I start power walking and see a dark shadow behind me, but then disappears. I close my eyes and open them as I turn around again, trying to find the shadow.
No luck. No sign from the shadow. It's official. I'm crazy. I should have accepted Mark's ride because I'm feeling scared and paranoid. Someone is following me. But I see my house close by. I start running as fast as I can as I hear the footsteps running behind me. I turn around again, but there's no sign of anyone following me.
I make it home and unlock the door. I drop my bag on the floor as I open the door. I take a peek behind me for one last time.
There's no one behind me. I'm maybe hallucinating. I hope.
I walk in, close the door, and hug my parents and kissed them. That night I inform them about Mark wanting to take me to a date this Friday. They were very happy and thought Mark is a really nice guy. We ate and talked during dinner. After watching T.V, we called it a night and went to our respective rooms with our goodnight's and sweet dream's chants.
I open my diary and write what happened today. I smile as I take a picture out of my photo album where my adoptive family is with me, hugging me with so much love and sympathy.
I wouldn't change anything in my life now.
Unknown POV
The princess is inside her family's house. Wait till the madam hears about this. She will want to destroy people who were responsible for this girl's wellbeing. Poor girl. Shit, I might be in trouble. She almost caught me. I should be more careful. Her powers haven't shown up yet. I think.
I feel my phone vibrating. Fuck. It's the madam calling.
"Yes Madam"
"How is the princess?"
"Almost got caught today. Is this a sign madam?"
"I'm afraid her powers are starting to heighten her ability of hearing from a very large distance. Be more careful."
"I will madam. What would you want me to do?"
"Keep an eye for her. She's still a teenager. Is she alone?"
"No madam, she seems very fine with these humans who I see adopted her like their own daughter."
"That fucker will pay for this."
"She's in a loving family madam."
"I know. Just keep an eye on her. And please. Don't do get caught."
"Yes madam."
The madam hangs up. She sounds very mad. But those fuckers deserve pain. They left her homeless to the hand of death. They will pay once we find them.
Finally finished with college finals and stuff. Here's the second chapter. Hope I see reviews and some advice! Hope you enjoyed the second chapter!
-AskEliz