A/N: My avid readers, welcome, and thank you. I renovated my profile and stuff, so yeah. And also to all those awesome people who are favourite-ing and story alert-ing FTCinderella, I love you guys soooo much :D and It's me more awesome for ya'll to review!! Even if youre writing "Good." Thats all I'm asking for!!

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Jealousy was a feeling not like any other – it was this amalgamation of hatred and an internal fire that shook the heart. It was the boiling of blood inside the body, and the thoughts of odium were like daggers – if they were real, they could have killed.

And Bella's face was absolutely bright red and she was shaking as she swept all the newspaper trimmings from the boxes. The girls and Rosalie had come back from Madame Reynaud Dresses with the two most amazing gowns ever to be created. And what a waste – they were bought for the ugliest women in town….Lauren and Jessica. The dresses had been brought over in large boxes with numerous newspaper trimmings to support the dress. And now, the trial had begun, and it wasn't very pleasant.

Jessica was twirling around subconsciously as Rosalie surveyed the masterpiece. The dress was beautiful – a bright red, strapless, and it was tight until underneath the bust, and then it splayed out in many folds and layers of red frill. It was a nice sight, the dress alone. But the woman in it was ghastly. Her bust just didn't fit into the dress, so Jessica had a custom-made corset with a bustier to not make her breasts look all suggestive and large and podgy. The layers of tummy flab she had now from going on multiple crash diets strained against the flawless material, and the thinnest section of the dress, around under the bust, already had the tiniest of ripped seams; the size was simply not meant to make Jessica look good. And after all, the mousy lanky brown mane of Jessica's was going nowhere with the dress, so all in all, the sight was not pretty one single bit.

Lauren was facing one of the other mirrors in the room, and surveying herself while Rosalie looked on her as well. Her dress was magnificent too – simply stunning. The dress was a simple, but glazed at silky colour of a pearly gray-white. The material started at the top of the bust and hugged the figure until just below the bust. Over there, there was a small wrap of off-white tied into a bow, tilted to the left. Then, the material hugged the figure gently down to Just above the waist, ending in a small hem, and then in soared out like a puffy wedding dress to encircle the wearer's figure. The bust section, where the dress began, was a unique one indeed – It shaped around the breasts in a womanly attractive way – rising up as the bust did and then dipped down to the centre of where the breasts met. From the pits of the wearer, where the side-seam was, out puffed two puffy sleeves; they were just off shoulder, with the ending just enough elastic to help hold the dress up. The sleeves were large and puffy, and grand indeed.

Well, at least this was how the dress looked on the model wearing it on the cover of the brochure.

Bella dropped the brochure to look at Lauren and had to shake herself awake from the monstrosity after surveying the huge difference between the dress in the brochure and the dress now.

Lauren had the same silicified-bust problem a Jessica, those two desperate girls. They both had a silicon thing done to their breasts, for attraction, and it just made them uglier. The bustier corset Lauren was wearing underneath the front of the dress made it look all ridged and stiff; her bust was leaking slightly from the top. Despite the corset, the figure hugging quality of the dress did not assist in any way whatsoever. Her stomach flab was pressing against the material and looked like huge waves, podgily stressing against the silk. Her waist was far too wide, and a split seam was already in place. Usually, the clothes the two would wear were in such designs, they were meant to compliment their horrible, horrible figures. These dresses were the exact opposite of complimentary. Lauren's large, tuck-shop-lady arms were large and sagging and flabby, the puff sleeves digging into them uninvitingly.

However ugly the girls were, Bella couldn't help the stabs of jealousy show on her face; once or twice, she caught a smirk on the girls' or Rosalie's face. They would be the ones going to Edward's ball, and Bella would be the one serving detention at her own house for breaking that mirror and what not.

Bella grudgingly swept the floor with her broom, trying to collect the endless newspaper strip that kept falling out of the dresses as the girls' turned. She kept on picking them up, then putting them in the bin, then picking them up, and then putting them in the bin….

Sick and tired, but finally relieved when the trials were over and the girls' and Rosalie had retreated to other parts of the house, Bella collected all the large plastic bags of newspaper trimmings she had and stuffed them into the proper black garbage bag, with the recycle sign on it, and she knotted the top tightly. Bella was a recyclist at heart – she cared about the environment even more than herself. Bella chugged down a moderately cool glass of water and sighed, and then headed out of the door. There, she collected the other garbage black bag, the normal rubbish, and together with the two bags, she loaded them on the trash cart (more like a shopping trolley) and wheeled it out of the gates and the posh lining of hedges.

She wheeled the package out, and then turned left on the beautiful Forks Street, and then walked on. The houses now were more normal – the Hale house stood at the end of the street in a unique way, far bigger and prettier than the rest. But somehow, Bella appreciated the simple houses she saw now, and the nicely trimmed minor hedges. Bella appreciated these simple lives.

She wheeled the trolley to the nearest garbage point, where another person was already unloading stuff.

Bella smiled and went to the garbage unit and waited for the person already there to finish unloading. She observed the girl as tall as her, but with spiky black hair, and simple but very posh-touched clothes. The girl had her back to Bella.

Bella continued the observation; the girl had gloves on, and was unloading the plastic bottles and dumping them in the normal-garbage bin. Not a single thing into the Recycle bin. Plastic bottles, sheets of paper, cardboard boxes – all into the waste bin. Bella's blood began to boil.

"Excuse me!" Bella started rudely.

The girl turned around, surprised, and faced Bella. She was pretty; her pale white skin and her dark sunglasses contrasted, and her figure was a beautifully slender one.

"What?" she said, her eyebrows creasing.

"You're putting all those plastic bottles and paper and boxes into the waste bin. Sensible people should put it in the Recycling bin." Bella stubbornly picked up some of the empty milk bottles and placed them into the large recycling bin.

"Like anyone cares," the girl said, proceeding to take out the large box from her bag.

Bella stubbornly pulled this box away from her and put it in the Recycling bin, before the girl had a chance to discard it in the wrong means.

"I care," Bella alleged.

"Well then, you're the only one." The girl was mocking now, and placed her papers into the Recycling bin with slow and mocking movements.

"Excuse me, but tomorrow when you'll have to fight a war with sticks and stones and die in guilt because you never were environment friendly, then you'd realize what I mean, ok? So be good to this, this stuff can be used again for someone else's benefit. You may be living the good life with steak and potatoes to hop everyday, but there are people in Kenya and all without a morsel of fruit even, because their trees were cut down to make stupid boxes for you." Bella growled slightly.

"You're good," the girl smiled. "I guess you're right."

"I know I am." Bella smiled. "Why don't you recycle?"

"Well, I've never thought about it as such." She smirked at herself. "Except for my brother – he is the world's biggest environmentalist I have ever seen."

"Well…..you guys seem rich. So for a rich person, he is uncannily kind."

"I've seen that kind of prejudice before," the girl smirked. "But I believe that too. Its just that though we're like really, really rich, our family is like really, really nice."

"So does he make you guys wear LaVianda shoes?" I glance at the girl's feet, encased in chinchilla-fur boots.

She shuffled her feet, embarrassedly. "Not at all. He burnt those beauties!" She pouted.

"Well, LaVianda makes only animal-skinned boots, and that's so not nice. I'm glad your brother burnt those shoes – LaVianda's crocodile heels, leather pumps and fur boots are responsible for the near extinction to most of our animals, you know."

The girl blinked.

"I am taking you to meet my brother one day!"

Bella shrugged. No big deal as such.

"Well, aren't you like a little too cool to be unloading garbage around here?" Bella stiffened at her remark.

"I have a different life than many," Bella mumbled.

"Really," the girl' voice went tinier. "How come?"

"Well, you know Rosalie Hale, right?"

"The cracked up singer who lives down-street? What about her?" the girl said with eyes as wide as saucers, but with distaste colouring her words.

"That's the one. Well, she adopted me because of my family reasons…and now I'm basically her slave girl. So here I am, with these trash bags, and when I get bag, I have to start the dusting."

"You poor soul!" the girl whimpered sympathetically.

"I'm a poor soul, alright – you would be too if you saw her ugly girls in the best of dresses." Bella shook her head. "Crime of fashion, I tell you."

"Jessica and Lauren?" he girl appeared to shudder. "I think they'll make all fashion-lovers want to lie down and die."

"They're the ones. And plus, they bought these gorgeous dresses they will wear to the Cullen Ball-"

The girl performed a sharp intake of breath, dramatic, and her mouth formed an "O" like The Scream. Her dainty hand flew up in shock to cover the oval.

"They are not…"

Bella was surprised by the reaction, but knew the horror the girl felt. "Yes they are."

"That would be terrible..!!"

"Yes it would be." Bella sighed. "It's been my dream to meet Edward, even though we live in the same town. People from all over will come to this thing, and he's just one of my idols – his work his so serious and heartfelt, and his personality is just stunning, apparently."

"Edward is a pretty special person," the girl said, her mouth tilting to a cryptic smile Bella couldn't understand.

"But I mean, it's only a dream, like I said. The ugly sisters will be there, and Rosalie has forbidden me from going to the ball to even see Edward. All because she wants one of her daughters to marry him, as we all know that he's looking for a girl."

The girl smiled wider, and then she removed her sunglasses, to reveal oddly familiar green eyes. Bella's heart stopped for a moment, and then restarted.

"A-Alice?" she stammered?

Alice spread her arms wide. "That's me!"

"Wow, I can't believe I just talked to the most "Hyper Over Enthusiastic" girl in town. You know, they exaggerate on TV!" Bella truly meant every word.

"Well, they do," Alice giggled, pleased with Bella's honesty.

"So Edward is eco-friendly?" Bella hid the infatuation in her voice. The last thing she wanted to do was to pester Alice to how her Edward. Bella would never use anybody.

"Yes he is," Alice giggled. "I bet you're one of those girls with a crush on him."

"I won't lie," Bella admitted. "But I tend to look past the gorgeous bronze hair and the beauty."

"Wow," Alice explained. "You're like me – you know, you should come to the ball."

"Me?" Bella asked. "I have these scars because I crashed into the mirror, because she slapped me, because I decided to go to the ball."

"Uh, she's a bitch. We all know."

"Especially me – I know more than necessary."

Alice patted Bella's back and smiled. "Well, it'd just be nice for you to be at the ball. Edward could use a good, truly eco-friendly friend. You like Ed?"

"Well, who doesn't? And yes. I'm pretty gripped. No a more amazing guy to see."

"I get drowned by these."

"Well, you don't have to listen to my drones – only in my land can I actually have a chance with Edward. Speaking of droning, what are you doing here?"

Alice giggled. "I needed air, what with my brother's constant ball preparations."

"Ah – he's a great dancer. You dance?"

"A lot – I love dancing! Our family is very dance orientated." Alice perked up at once. "Do you dance?"

"Dancing?" Bella exclaimed. "I love it!! It's my passion!!"

"Really? Oh my god – that is so cool!! Oh my god," Alice exclaimed, and began perking up. "Drop the bags and gloves. Lets go to my family's dance studio now to rehearse."

"I'd love to, but that's a death sentence."

"Why?"

"Um, I'm the queen of the clumsy, and Rosalie will in no way allow me to go."

"Watch me," Alice challenged, whipping out her glitzy red and silver cell. At once, her fingers flew across the screen and dialled a number. She daintily put the phone up to her ear.

"Hello, Mrs Hale?"

Yes. Who is this?

"Hello, I'm Constable Giorgio. Um a certain young woman with…er brown hair and ragged clothes has broken the Recycle law."

Isabelle?

"Yeeeee-ah."

Well, do whatever you want with her. Put her in jail. Just tell her that when she gets back, if ever, she has to clean and buff the dresses and polish the floor.

"Ok. Thanks for the time."

Alice shut the phone, grabbed Bella's hands and hurried to the end of the street.

"Alice, you are a genius!!" Bella exclaimed, stumbling slightly.

"I know!" Alice ran, delighted.

The duo ran to a slick yellow Porsche, low and shiny, and it stood out on the rich streets of Forks. The number plate was truly remarkable – ALICE.C – and the black and yellow of the outstanding car met the eye like explosives.

"Get in!"

Within the next few minutes, the couple was zooming down the rolling roads, and the afternoon was settling over the hedges and cowering over the lanes. The Porsche pierced the dull, lazy day and it headed to the large mall-like building, the centre of all Forks shopping. The car swivelled sharply around it, and headed to a smaller collection of markets, and stopped right in front of the sign reading "Dance Studio".

Bella exited excitedly, with Alice all perky and hyped up beside her. She felt a strange shot of electric excitement paralyze her vision, and then, the next she knew – Alice was dragging her inside.

The girls reached a studio-room that was relatively large, everything being wood, and only one wall made of transparent plastic material that gave view to the next room. The floor was tiled with long plies of chestnut wood, and the walls were wood too, but with a silver rail all around it for support. According to Alice, this was a private room – the Cullens had access to it.

Bella turned around to face the transparent wall and gasped in surprise at the occupancy of the next room.

"Yeah, my brother holds classes for the rich and bold and all, so today's class…"

Bella couldn't speak. In front of her, the idol of her dreams – whose back was facing them – was dressed in a beige half-sleeve T-shirt which flaunted his perfectly "baraque-être bien foutu" muscles. He was also wearing black, denim skinny jeans that cuddled his legs tightly and shaped them in a really suggestively hot way. His feet were bouncing in converse, and he was talking to the twenty or so collection of guys and girls lined up in front of him. His bronze hair was standing up and glimmering in the buttery-beige sunshine filtered by the window; rays that bounced of the wooden planks went back to illuminate his godly figure too. His T-shirt was hugging him now – though I flew a little loosely down the crevice in his back, it met back with his waist and proceeded to shape his bum from the back. His hands were moving to gesture, and his feet were shuffling and bouncing, his stature calm and loose…and attractive.

"That's Edward. Done staring, Izzy?"

"Izzy?" Bella whirled around gracefully. "Oh – Rosalie called me Isabelle. It's actually Isabella, so I kind of prefer Bella…."

"Bella! Much better," Alice giggled. "Ok, so you need to go change, first things first."

Bella frowned and looked down at her unruly attire; she could see that Alice was right. Her scruffy sneakers were old and weathering and her dark blue trackies were patched and frayed and dirty. Her brown jacket was rough and dirty too, and Bella's hair was all messy and despicable. Alice couldn't say much, so putting on a triumphant smile, she wheeled Bella to the changing rooms, saying how Alice's locker was full of nice dancing clothes she never wore twice….

And so, a few minutes later, with the aid of the funky music next door, Bella and Alice started stretching – Bella showing off her new outfit. It was a red and black cotton spaghetti top that revealed her shapely shoulder and hollow base of her neck. It then flowed down, tightly fitting with her figure to show off her hidden but promiscuous curves, and let with the black dancing tights – Lycra black pants reaching to just a little down her knees, with white tubing down the sides. She was also skipping around in the new white sneakers, and her hair was side-parted and down. Bella looked happy to be with Alice. Happier than she had ever before been.

Edward, on the other side of the barrier, dimmed the volume of he pop music a little to make himself heard. Bella protectively hunched a little, she always did, and balled her fists and put them underneath her chin; legs taut, she waited for him to speak….

"…..ok guys; the most important thing about dancing is to move with your heart. Fell that urge to flow inside your heart – feel that thirst for an outlet to let it all out…." He displayed what he meant by doing a small Michael-Jackson twist with his feet; the girls tittered.

Bella loved to hear his voice; Alice just seemed bored and kept on murmuring "just play the music..."

Edward bent down once more, and before touching the stereo, he addressed the class.

"Now, I'm gonna put on some music, and we're going to learn some steps, ok?"

He pressed the silver play button, and turned around.

As if a scene shot from the sides, the transparent wall was like a barrier; Edward could not see Bella and Alice from where he was standing – he could just see reflections of the room he was in, and of himself and the mismatched, tittering class. On Bella's side, she and Alice could see them everything on the other side of the transparent barrier – they could see all the laughing girls and flirting boys, and Edward in his sexy outfit across the room. Edward and Bella seemed symmetrical; they stood the same distance apart from the barrier, and both of them shuffled their feet the same way, same direction. They both shook their wrists and stood tense, prepared….

And then, for a moment, Edward looked up, and stared right into Bella's eyes.

Bella's heart just stuttered, as her eyes made contact with his startling green ones. She blinked casually, though the two of them held that one gaze for a full two minutes…..

And then he looked away, and prepared to dance.

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For everyone who is confused about this whole dancing thing, I have to admit my bibliography: the studio scene in Another Cinderella Story. I love that movie. I will soon post a link to the video of the dance moves and scenes and this whole "symmetry" thing in my next chapter, because the dancing will take place in the next chapter....*oops*

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