A/N: Am so sorry for not writing. Have just started my GCSE and I so stressed out. Thank you to reviewers and followers, it's so helpful and I am so grateful. I don't own step-up but I do own rafter girl and the plot. I would just like to add that even though it talks about her dad, it has nothing to do with my own loving father and the name is all my favourite names shoved into one long name.
Chapter One: Coming Down
I stretched as I swung my legs out of bed and pushed myself to my feet. I glanced at the clock and squinted at the little dial on my table. 7:03 am. I sighed and grabbing my towel from the end of the bed before jogging silently along the hallway. I stopped at the end and jumped to the rafter nearby. I kept hopping over the gaps until I got to the fire escape. I slid down and landed below in the hallway leading to the bathroom.
I think I had better explain who I am before I carry on. My name is Alexandria Sophia Isabelle Beatrice Meccano Thomas Potter Hathaway Salvatore Graff Michaelson. I know, long name right, you can call me Lexi. I am 15 years old and I live in the rafters of the vault in a cupboard which can get really warm in the summer. A year ago, my dad threw me out of the house and disowned me because I didn't agree with his principles. I left and hitch hiked to New York to follow my dream to be a designer and a dancer in NYU. I was homeless without a job or any money and I was starving.
That's when I saw it. A dance battle. I crept up behind 2 girls and peered through. And so I saw Luke. He was dancing against a guy that I later learnt was called Kid Darkness. I followed Luke home after he won and found the vault. Now, I knew that I could dance but not that well and I knew Luke wouldn't have me so I broke in and hid upstairs and stayed there... for a year. I came down to get food once every 2 days and for a shower everyday if I could. Anyway I forgot to mention who I am. I am Rafter Girl. It's a nickname I have.
I was sitting, in the rafters of an old warehouse about 6 months ago and below, the World Jam was in full swing. I was watching when I saw that the new group, The Art Of Living Fire, was losing. I leaned forward and counted their group. They were missing a person. I frowned slightly before walking the rafters to just above their head. The leader looked up slightly and saw me. "Do you want some help?" I mouthed at him. He gave a slight nod before turning back. I smiled and pulled on my black hat making sure it covered my face and jumped.
I landed with a thud on the stage and crouched there frozen in my position for a few seconds. People were whispering and frowning. I slowly stood up and then quickly flipped between the 2 groups and began dancing. It was the most thrilling and petrifying moment of my life and we won. The judges pronounced The Art Of Living Fire as the winner and the people began swarming us. I ran through them and boosted myself up and back into the rafters. I turned back for a second and somebody shouted out "Rafter Girl". After that I dropped in to as many dance competitions as I could when I saw a team I liked losing. People would whisper my name. "Rafter Girl" and I felt good. I was Rafter Girl, the mysterious dancer who saved the reputation of lots of dance crews...
...And I loved it.