Sorry for the lateness!
All my life,
There was just me and my dreams,
And the days went ticking by,
Like the beat of my heart.
Spend my nights wondering how it would it feel,
When the waiting would end and tomorrow would start.
Suddenly I see a light,
Out of the darkness I'm coming alive.
CHAPTER FIVE
Summer Williams stepped through the glass doors of the Pavilion. She had just finished her first class at Alpha Academy in the Fuselage and had gone to the Pavilion for Nutrition Break. She scanned the Pavilion for any sign of her fellow Taylor Swifts before her eyes caught the gleaming dark waves of Vivian who seemed to be talking to a girl with long red hair. She walked towards Vivian who was looking down contemptuously at the red-haired girl through narrowed eyes. Uh oh, some one looks pissed, thought Summer as she eyed Vivian's expression warily.
"Just who do you think you are?" asked Vivian in a steely voice as she glared at the red-haired girl.
"It was an accident!" protested the girl.
"So it was an accident that you knocked over an entire smoothie all over me when you were fully capable of picking it up?" sneered Vivian. "I thought that being a dancer you'd be more coordinated that Bella Swan."
Summer frowned and aimed her aPod at the girl.
Name: Rebecca Pomerleau. Alpha Track: Dancer. Rebecca has been trained at the Canadian School of Performing Arts as well as being one of the top dancers. She's known for her bubbly attitude and pop-star girly clothing style. She has won a many competitions and takes thirds, seconds and firsts all the time.
"Why are you being such a bitch?" fired back Rebecca, who seemed to be sick of Vivian's contempt.
"Um, one you dumped an entire smoothie on me. Two, you said it was my fault. Three, you're just a wannabe dancer who I can dancer better than. And four, you just called me a bitch to my face," Vivian glared straight at Rebecca with her dark eyes flashing wickedly.
"Um, hi Vivian," Summer jumped in to save Rebecca from more humiliation. She knew that Vivian could be entirely evil when she wanted to be. And Vivian was being extremely mean towards Rebecca….maybe Vivian had a bad day? She certainly was someone who was easy to lose her temper easily.
"Hey Summer," Vivian turned away from Rebecca to flash a smile at Summer before turning her attention back to Rebecca.
"Don't even think for one second that you can dance better than me," challenged Rebecca, "I'm a dancer and you're just a skater."
"Just a skater, huh?" Vivian's eyes flashed dangerously. "Let's see how good you do when you try skating, I'll be laughing so hard when you fall and break your leg."
"Let's see you dance then," Rebecca glared right back at Vivian. "I'll skate in front of the entire skating class if you dance in front of my entire dance class."
"Done," Vivian smirked triumphantly as she flipped her hair over her shoulder. Summer had a bad feeling about this.
"See you at the studio this afternoon," Rebecca walked off, her long red hair swinging down her back.
"See you at the rink tonight," Vivian answered confidently before walking off to change out of her uniform that had pink strawberry smoothie all over it.
Summer looked uncertainly from Vivian and Rebecca until Ali and Reid walked up.
"Hey," greeted Ali, "What's up? And where did Vivian go?"
"She went to change," explained Summer, "Rebecca, the dancer from the Michelle Obama house accidently spilled a smoothie on her." Summer picked up a glass of nutritional smoothie and drank from it eagerly. Next, she had Spotlight Training in the Delphi Observatory with Alice. It was a class that all alphas had to take, it trained them to know what to say to the press and magazines and to answer confidently and flawlessly. It taught them how to pose for the paparazzi and to answer interview questions.
"Hey, guys," a rather upset Alice walked up to Summer, Ali and Reid.
"Hi Alice," answered Reid, who slid into the seat and opened a can of yogurt. "What's up?"
"Nothing," shrugged Alice with a small frown over her lips. "Where's Vivian?"
"Right next to you," Vivian's voice came out of nowhere as she glided up and slid into a seat besides Alice and taking a sip of her mango smoothie.
"So I heard you got a smoothie dumped on you?" Ali asked with her eyes sparkling with amusement.
"Oh yeah, some wannabe dancer dumped it on me for no reason," Vivian rolled her eyes, her momentary flash of rage already long gone.
"Some 'wannabe dancer'?" Ali raised an eyebrow at Vivian, who tilted her chin towards the Michelle Obama table where a Rebecca was talking to a Gwen, a girl from Summer's writing class.
"Mhm," replied Vivian absently, "She challenged me to dance better than her."
"Don't tell me you accepted," groaned Alice dramatically, "You know that dancing is Rebecca's alpha track!"
"Who said I can't dance?" a wicked smile crept up on Vivian's glossy lips. "I've been taking ballet and jazz since I started skating."
"So you did it to….humiliate her?" asked Summer with wide eyes. She still didn't know if she liked Vivian or not. Sometimes Vivian was cool, fun, glamorous and the type of "pretty and cool girl" that Summer always wanted to be. But at other times, Vivian seemed devious, reckless and manipulative. Summer didn't know if Vivian was a girl she wanted to be best friends with, but she did know one thing. She definitely didn't Vivian against her.
"Yep," Vivian shrugged nonchalantly.
"Ohmygawd!" whispered-shrieked Ali. She was staring at her aPod screen with wide marine blue eyes as Vivian's head snapped up and leaned over Ali's shoulder to look at her screen.
"Dingo's asking me to meet him and the rest of the BBs near the lake tonight!" squealed Ali in excitement. Summer's eyes flew up to the balcony where the Brazille boys were sitting. Dingo was talking to Mel while tapping away on his aPod while Mel reclined lazily in his seat. Darwin seemed to be doodling on a sketchpad while Sydney sat hunched over his notebook with his messy hair falling around and hiding his face. Her navy eyes finally landed on Taz whose gaze was sweeping the entire Pavilion. She immediately dropped her gaze when Taz's gaze rested on the Taylor Swifts.
Don't even think about it, Summer. Her inner voice spoke disapproving. He's probably more interested in Alice or Vivian.
"Let's go!" agreed Alice enthusiastically.
"Should we?" wondered Summer, "What if Shira finds out?"
"She has cameras all around the island," reminded Reid, but her eyes told a different story. Her brown eyes were focused on Darwin's figure with a slight look of longing.
All the rest of the girls' eyes turned to Vivian who had yet to voice her opinion. Vivian thought about it. Summer could practically see Vivian's wheels turning in her mind. While Vivian might be the focused skater on the ice, Summer knew that Vivian was the type of girl who flirted with boys just for the sake of flirting and doubted that Vivian would turn down and opportunity to meet up to the Brazilles.
"No," said Vivian with a shake of her head. "We're not going to meet them, they're coming to meet us."
"What do you mean?" asked Summer.
"I'm throwing a skating party tonight at 9, tell the boys to come," Vivian said as Ali speed-texted Dingo. "It's a perfect way to have fun and humiliate Rebecca with a big audience."
"Skating party?" Alice's eyes lit up, "That sounds so fun!"
"The boys said their definitely coming," Ali looked at the other girls with a smile.
"Alright then, skating party at nine tonight girls," Vivian said. She pushed her chair back as the bell rang for the next class and stood up. "Come on, Ali, we've got Romance Languages next, nous allons apprendre quelques obtenu francais." Vivian linked her tan slender arm through Ali's and the girls walked off towards the Sculpture Garden.
"Well, I have The Art of Excellence next," said Reid hesitantly as she waved to Alice and Summer and began to walk off in the opposite direction of Ali and Vivian.
"Let's go to Spotlight Training, then!" Alice pulled Summer with her as the two girls walked towards the Delphi Observatory.
X-X-X
The doors of the Delphi Observatory swung open as Alice and Summer entered the room. A red carpet stretch down the entire length of the room. Cameras stood on each side of it and a group of girls gathered around a tall statuesque woman near the right of the room. Frames of famous women through the times lined the gold walls of the room. Marilyn Monroe, Audrey Hepburn, and Shira Brazille herself were just a few to name. A wall of golden Hollywood-esque stars decorated the west wall with each alpha girl's name inscribed on it. Summer picked out her own name, Summer Katherine Williams and found Vivian's name right besides hers. Vivian Genevieve Dresden was written on the golden star. Under each name was their date of birth and hometown. January 8th and New York City, NY was written under Summer's name in smaller script while Vivian's star read May 26th and Colorado Springs, CO. She searched the wall until she found Reid Chloe Dame on a gold star with September 23th and Detriot, MI. Near the top corner of the wall she found the star with Ali Jacqueline Ryan and November 30thand Louisville, KY. Right next to Ali's star she found the star inscribed with Alice Celina White and April 30th and London, UK.
"That's really cool," admired Alice besides Summer.
"Attention, girls!" the blonde statuesque woman commanded their attention. "My name is Brianna and I will be your muse for this class. The wall which you are all looking at contains a hundred golden stars with each of your names on them. If you are expelled or eliminated from Alpha Academy, your star will disappear along with you. The final gold star left on the wall will become a portrait of the alpha girl who has survived her year at Alpha Academy."
Summer swallowed nervously. So they really were serious about all of us competing against each other. She could immediately feel tension rise in the room as alpha females evaluated others, weighing their strengths and already considering each other their rivals and opponents. Just great. When she wanted to make new friends, she gets new rivals instead.
"Well, she certainly knows how to make us feel welcome," whispered Alice into Summer's ear.
"-and now, let's begin!" Brianna clapped her hands together and girls began moving.
"Wait, what did she say?" asked Alice who had been busy talking to Summer.
"Well, White, if you were paying attention you'd know what Brianna told you to do," a sneering voice came from Summer's right as a girl with blonde curls and light blue eyes walked to them.
"Sabrina," stated Alice, flatly.
"What? Not thrilled to see me?" mocked Sabrina, "Is too much competition in one day too much for Miss British Princess there?"
"Shut up!" burst out Summer, sticking up for Alice. If Alice had to endure a class with this blonde girl, no wonder why Alice came to Nutrition Break looking quite down.
"And you are?" sneered Sabrina.
"Summer Williams," Summer answered bravely. "If I remember, you didn't give me your last name."
"Benson," Sabrina regarded Summer impassively before turning on her heel and strutting off towards the red carpet.
"Girls!" called out Brianna. "Stop your chattering and line up in front of the red carpet, we'll be practicing how to strut in five inch heels today. Pause every five seconds and smile. Flip your hair, angle your face and flaunt your style!"
Summer grimaced. It was times like these when she wished she had Alice's ability to fake and act or even Vivian's ability to be graceful and confident in five inch heels. Sure, she had been to banquets, formal dinners and awards for her songs but she still hated the flashes of cameras and the wild yells of the paparazzi and the need to always fake a flawless smile. Memories of the time she tripped and fell on her face during her seventh grade end-of-the-year awards ceremony flashed through her mind as she strapped on the death traps that people dared to call shoes. Balancing and wobbling a bit on the heels she clicked over to stand carefully next to Alice who looked perfectly comfortable in the heels.
"How the heck do you do that?" whisper-hissed Summer to Alice.
"Do what?" Alice turned in confusion towards Summer, her black hair gleaming in the spotlights that just glowed to light and focused on certain spots on the red carpet.
"Wear those heels without wanting to kill them!" whispered Summer.
"Oh, you'll get used to it," Alice reassured Summer.
"So newbie singer girl can't wear heel, huh?" the same sneering voice cut into Alice and Summer's conversation.
"Shut up and go away, Sabrina," snapped Alice without even turning her head or blinking an eyelash.
"You seriously can't wear heels?" asked another girl incredulously. Another girl had joined Sabrina, this girl had long red hair down her back. Rebecca. Summer remembered the girl who had spilled a smoothie over Vivian. Summer had seen the Rebecca talking to the girls at the Michelle Obama table. Along with Rebecca and Sabrina another girl, Gwen was also in the same house. Summer was disappointed that Sabrina and Rebecca were in this class instead of Gwen, after all, Gwen was a pretty nice girl during Summer's first writing class.
"And you are?" Alice mimicked Sabrina's nasal sneer as she turned on the Rebecca.
"Rebecca Pomerleau," Rebecca met Alice's eyes fearlessly.
A devious smile spread over Alice's lips. "So you're the wannabe dancer who dumped a smoothie on Vivian, huh?"
"It was an accident!" defended Rebecca.
"Well, either you were just a bitch to dump it on Vivie or you were just plain clumsy which – if I'm not mistaken – isn't not a trait that's really good for a dancer," Alice smiled evilly.
Summer's eyes flew back and forth from the girls. Alice was having a bad day and she felt a twinge of sympathy who had endured Vivian's rage and now Alice's anger. She sighed, they were all so dramatic.
"Come on, Alice," Summer tugged Alice away, "You'll end up doing something you'll regret."
"Always the reasonable one," sighed Alice as she let herself be pulled away by Summer.
They walked away from Sabrina and Rebecca and lined up behind some girls in front of the red carpet. Brianna had instructed the girls to each strut down the red carpet and pose and smile for the cameras at least every thirty seconds. Summer had done these types of things before but still felt uncomfortable while fake-smiling the entire time. She had never been one of those girls who drank up attention like water but simply wrote and sang for her own fun, not for the spotlight. Besides her Alice stood ready with a million-watt smile plastered on her face and her back straightened confidently. Alice was like one of those girls who were born for the spotlight and looked perfectly at home with flashing cameras and paparazzi screams.
"Alice White!" Brianna called out. Alice's smile got bigger and started walking down the red carpet, making it look as natural as window-shopping in New York City. Her midnight-black hair gleamed as she strutted down the carpet and posed every few seconds for flashes with her smile intact the entire time.
"Relax and change up your smiles, Alice!" Brianna ordered, "Otherwise it'll start looking fake and frozen. Change your smiles when you pose."
"Next, Summer Williams!"
Summer shoved back her nervousness and tossed her straight blonde hair back as she began her walk down the red carpet. Her light blonde hair gleamed in the lights and she smiled widely as fake cameras flashed every few seconds.
"More attitude in that walk, Summer!" shouted Brianna. "You need to give off the right aura of confidence and fearlessness. Kick out that sweet girl personality and give off some rock star attitude!"
Summer swung her hips more as she strutted and tossed her hair back as she posed with a hand on her hip.
"Bettter, but more, strut your stuff like a supermodel girl!" Brianna kept up her yells until Summer finally reached the end of the carpet.
"Not bad," Sabrina commented, "But you did look ridiculous throwing your hair around." Rebecca giggled besides Sabrina and Alice glared at both of them.
"Sabrina, no one wants you around so go away," Alice was getting very annoyed.
Summer merely ignored Sabrina's snide comments, she had learned a long time ago to let insults roll off of her like water drops on a leaf. Living on the Upper East Side with rich, spoiled, privileged socialites like Annie Giordano, a stuck-up brunette dancer and her best friend Cecilia Marlow, a blonde girl who was known for being a slut had made Summer tougher and rarely ever cried or broke down from insults. The two girls, Annie and Cecilia had insulted, bullied, and humiliated Summer ever since Summer had gotten the role of Dorothy in a play for the Wiz while Cecilia had also compete for the same spot. Cecilia's hatred for Summer had been standing since they both fought over the same boy in sixth grade. They had been best friends back then until Annie, a cooler, prettier, smarter and more glamorous girl came along and replaced Summer. Cecilia had been pissed at Summer for crushing on the same boy and when Cecilia and Annie became friends at some formal dinner party, Summer was officially out. So when Summer took the role of Dorothy because she could sing better than Cecilia, Cecilia had practically declared war on Summer with Annie. Annie and Cecilia were the two girls of the Upper East Side that no one dared to go against and Annie Giordano's word was law no matter what. And if Annie said Summer was out, then Summer was officially out. Many of Summer's songs had been written about those two girls that hated her and one of the focused on the breaking of Cecilia and Summer's friendship.
Remembering those times brought a frown to Summer's normally calm face.
"Girls, walking down a red carpet is one of the skills that is required to become an alpha. I want all of you girls to have your struts and poses perfected by Friday. Class dismissed." Brianna's voice rang out through the room as the girls began walking out the door and towards the Pavilion for lunch.
X-X-X
"-for your dance showdown with Miss Wannabe Dancer,"
Summer slid her tray of a regular BLT onto the table as she slipped into her seat. Vivian and Ali were already talking about the best way to take down Rebecca and Alice had taken a seat next to Reid. She glanced over at the other girls' lunch. All the lunches were made for each girls' body and their alpha track. Vivian's lunch consisted of a salad and a bottle of water, less calories than a mini Hershey's chocolate bar. Ali's lunch contained a simple chicken wrap with a glass of juice. Reid wasn't as athletic as Ali or Vivian so her lunch was compounded of BBQ chicken and some bread and Alice was currently taking a bite of some Asian-styled noodles.
"Actually I did have an idea…." Vivian's voice trailed off as she stared down at her lunch while turning over possibilities in her head.
"Oooooh, what is it?" asked Alice interestedly. "And while you're busy kicking Rebecca's butt do you have any idea how I can kick Sabrina Benson down?"
"Sabrina Benson, huh?" Vivian looked up from her diluted fruit juice, "Is she that blonde chick that's next to Rebecca and pointing at us?"
Summer's head snapped up to see Sabrina and Rebecca talking together at the Michelle Obama table while Sabrina pointed them and kept on talking to Rebecca.
"Yeah, that's her. Bloody brat, too," said Alice with a grimace. When Alice seemed upset, her British accent become more pronounced.
"What's up with her?" wondered Ali, "She seems just like another stuck-up drama queen to me, no offense to Actress Alphas, Alice."
"That's just it, she's a stuck-up drama queen who thinks she's better than everyone else and that's just pissing me off," huffed Alice.
"Why don't you just ignore her?" asked Summer, "Making enemies so early is bad."
"Enemies, friends, frenemies, whatever," Vivian waved her hand. "You can't get through life without fighting a few bitches along the way."
"Agreed," nodded Ali, "So what do you have in mind for Blondie?"
"No idea, that's why I'm asking you," said Alice with a shrug, "Any ideas?"
"Um, kick her ass in class?" suggested Reid tentatively, trying to keep up with the plotting girls.
"Too tame," Ali shook her head. "You need to – "
"Hey Vivian!" a girl with straight brown shoulder-length hair rushed up to Vivian with an excited smile on her face.
"Is it – " Vivian looked at the girl expectantly.
"Yup, everything is ready," the girl grinned, "Tammie's ready too."
"Thanks, Dannie," Vivian flashed the girl her million-watt smile. Dannie bounced eagerly on her heels, her ponytail bouncing with barely concealed excitement before rushing away to the J.K. Rowling table and whispering to an Asian girl.
"What was that?" asked Summer.
"Just some girls helping me with the skating party," Vivian shrugged nonchalantly. "Hey so about that Sabrina girl, I think that we can – " Vivian was abruptly cut off by the ringing of the bell, signaling the end of their lunch break.
Reid stood up from her chair and pushed it back in. "I've got Greener Pastures, now. Anyone else have that too?"
"No," Summer shook her head, "I've got The Art of Sound, now. What about you, Alice?"
"I've got Script Structures, I don't think any of us have a class together….." Alice said.
"Yeah, I have something different, I've got Sweat, now" added Ali, "Something about toning my body to become a better jockey."
"And I have a dancer's butt to kick, now," smirked Vivian who slid out of her seat and flipped her hair over her shoulder. She waved to the rest of the Taylor Swifts before waltzing out the Pavilion and towards the Dionysus Theater for her dance class. Summer really had no idea why Vivian was in a dance class but she assumed that dancing was quite similar to skating….. well kind of. After all, skating was like dancing on ice with more jumping things and spinning stuff.
"Bye, Viv!" called out Ali who jumped out of her seat and threw a brief wave towards the rest of the girls before rushing off to the Buddha Building for her next class which happened to be Sweat, a personal training session designed to improve her physical body condition.
The rest of the girls said their byes to each other before each heading off to her next class. Reid left to her next class, Greener Pastures in the Biosphere. A class meant to teach each alpha girl to keep their carbon footprint small but still look and be fabulous. Summer left to the Apollo Hall for her class, The Art of Sound while Alice left to the Studio of Eos for Script Structures.
X-X-X
"Half an hour, girls," said the dance muse, Jenny, briskly.
All the girls in the studio room immediately began moving, each marking through routines and imaging songs to go with them. Jenny, the dance muse, had instructed the girls to warm up in under fifteen minutes, and choreograph a quick routine to a song that they will perform in front of the class. Vivian had smiled at this. It was her perfect chance to show up that redheaded wanna-be dancer, Rebecca. After all, Rebecca didn't know that she would in her dance class when she challenged her to dance. That girl obviously didn't know how to pick a battle.
Vivian didn't usually dance much, she only put this class on her schedule to improve her general skating performance, anyways dancing would improve her skating a lot more than say… painting. Painting was hardly relating to skating while dancing would her let her go through different ways to express herself with her body.
Rolling her head experimentally, Vivian ran through a few songs in her head. Sure, she had skated to Taylor Swift this morning but now, she wanted something with more….attitude. Running through a few moves in her mind she finally settled on her song. Once she had the song, coming up with the moves and throwing them together was a piece of cake.
"Time's up, girls!" Jenny clapped her hands. "Now who wants to go first?"
"I'll go," Rebecca stepped forward fearlessly. She had already established herself as the top dancer in this class, Vivian noted. Well, that was going to change, thought Vivian. Anyways it was better to let Rebecca go first, to see what she had first before showing her up by going afterwards. Rebecca strut-walked to the front and center of the room before announcing the song to her dance.
"The song I'm dancing to is DJ Got Us Falling in Love by Usher," stated Rebecca. Her red hair was twisted up into a tight bun and pink soft ballet shoes decorated her feet. She wore classic leo in shimmery gold and a floaty silver dance skirt to go with it. To Vivian, she looked like a prissy, tightly wound ballerina chick. Jenny nodded at Rebecca, seeming to be impressed with her boldness and cued up the music as the first few lyrics of the song blasted through the room. Her chest seemed a lot flatter than the last time Vivian saw her. Did she lose weight so fast?
So we back in the club,
With our bodies rocking from side to side (side to side),
Thank god the week is done,
I feel like a zombie gone back to life (back to life).
Rebecca started dancing right as the music came out, swiveling her hips back and forth, a finger snap here, and basically rocking out to the music. Her lips sang along with the song while her bright smile was intact the entire time. Vivian rolled her eyes. To her, Rebecca looked like a girl bobbing along to the DJ at a normal school dance. Nothing like the professional and talented dancer she claimed to be. Vivian had done a tap routine to this song a long time ago when she was around 7 and had put more attitude and personality into this song then what Rebecca was doing now. Sure, Rebecca might be a decent dancer but to Vivian – who had grown up in a world of professionals like her sister – Rebecca's style spelled out CHEAP and WANNABE.
Hands up, when the music drops,
We both put our hands up,
Swear I seen you before,
I think I remember those eyes, eyes, eyes, eyes.
Still swaying and bouncing to the music, Rebecca danced and threw her hands up in the air as the music kept on playing. In the studio, the girls stood and watching Rebecca silently, analyzing each of her movements. Vivian knew that they all were looking for flaws, imperfections in Rebecca's dancing. Each and every one of the girls knew that to be the alpha, they had to be the best, to be better than everyone else. No emotion showed on the girls' faces while Rebecca danced. Jenny herself was watching Rebecca intently, her brown eyes following each move of Rebecca's arm and each shake of her hips.
Cause baby tonight, the DJ got us falling in love again,
Yeah, baby tonight, DJ got us falling in love again,
So dance, dance, like it's the last night of your life, life,
Gonna get you right.
Singing along with the music, Rebecca kept on dancing until cutting off abruptly and into her ending pose holding it until the music died down before turning back to the rest of the girls with a bright smile and a smug smile aimed right at Vivian. Vivian's eyes flashed at Rebecca's attitude, there was no way that this girl was going to just take the spot as Top Dancer just like that.
"Good job, Rebecca," Jenny nodded approvingly while Vivian felt her mouth drop open. Jenny approved of Rebecca's cheap school-dance style? "Who wants to go next?"
"I'll go," Vivian straightened up and stepped forward into the center while Rebecca moved off the center and stood with her hands folded over her chest and a glare on her face.
"The song I'm dancing to is Up by Jesse McCartney," Vivian smiled slyly. She struck a pose with her weight on her left leg, her right slightly bent, her arm out and her head down.
She movin' like this,
Like that,
Move up, move back,
Yeah drop it low.
Her head snapped up the second the music started and she launched straight into her routine. Popping her body, rocking back and forth she danced to the beat, feeling it and dancing it. One thing that her sister, Karolyn, had taught her was to never dance with the music, she had to dance the music. Throwing a body roll into the routine Vivian danced with a style that was purely confident, wild, and 100% sexy. Her fierce yet knowing smile lingered on her lips as she danced, putting her 100% style and attitude into the dance. Her long dark waves flew around in messy waves and she dropped down to the ground before flipped her hair back over her head and coming back up.
Told her gon' let it move you,
It's more than a beat to dance to!
Let the music fill you up!
With her sultry smile still in place, Vivian swung her hips to the right, and flipped her hair. Snapping her finger in a move she leapt and piqued through the studio. The dance was entirely hip-hop with a few jazzy twists and balletic twirls thrown into add some pizzazz. Her dance outfit was composed of a pair of black jazz shoes, no way would she wear those soft pink girly ballet shoes, it was totally unsuited for this dance. A black pair of dance shorts hugged her butt like an extra layer of skin and a silver dance cami with a sleek gray shrug completed the outfit. She had stayed away from shiny pink, white or gold this time and going through the entire island to find a basic pair of black dance shorts.
You ain't never seen nobody get high like,
What I'm about to show you is going to be the highlight
Get up and away.
Up, up and away.
Sticking to her usual technique of picking a memory that went with the music, she danced along with her spirit and feelings. She called up the memory of the time where her Karolyn, her sister, had dragged her into a club – which was illegal, but nothing ever stopped Vivian Dresden – and consequently been thrown into the middle of dance battle. Closing her eyes for a brief second, she could practically see the flashing lights, the faint scent of smoke and alcohol and the grinding bodies. Kicking her leg into the air, she spun into a triple pirouette before going into an intricate locking combo. She slid into the splits halfway through the song and brought her legs back together and rolling up on her toes. Her hair had long been messed up into a wild tangle that went with the entire style of her dance
Get up and away. Up up and away.
Better move out the way,
'cause here she comes!
Everybody! E-everbody!
Get up!
Dropping down a final time and swaying her hips as she body-rolled up, Vivian tossed her messy waves over her shoulder and struck her final pose with her chin up in a defiant gesture and one hand on a hip that jutted out.
"Damn, you're good," a girl's voice broke the silence that followed Vivian's dance. Vivian grinned, now that was a reaction she expected.
"Incredible job," Jenny nodded slowly, as if her mind was still processing the dance. "That was a style that not many girls have done before, Vivian, but it was still incredible. You're attitude and style was perfect with the music, in fact, it was the music. Excellent job, Vivian."
"Thank you," Vivian smiled graciously at Jenny.
"Oh, and Rebecca?" Jenny called, "Your dance was good, but you could learn how to smoothen out your movements more from Vivian. Make your body fluid and let it flow, that was one thing that Vivian did extremely well. You're too jerky and stiff, loosen up and move with the music, dancing like a robot is not allowed at Alpha Academy. I want to see those hip shakes improved by tomorrow morning, Rebecca. Fluid movement, girls. Just like Vivian."
"Vivian's style was totally slutty!" cried Rebecca indignantly, "It was like she was grinding on a bunch of guys!"
Vivian's dark eyes flashed furiously, sure the dance might have lingered a bit on the provocative side but to call her slut in front of the entire dance class? That was it, Rebecca Pomerleau was a dead girl. With her dark eyes boring into Rebecca's green ones, Vivian gave Rebecca a steely death stare before stalking over to her.
"Amphitrite Rink, tonight at 9," Vivian hissed to Rebecca "Bring skates."
Vivian pulled off her black jazz shoes, tossed them into her dance bag and walked out of the studio room with her messy waves swaying as the bell rang, releasing the girls for the next class.
X-X-X
Stars sparkled overhead, visible through the domed roof of the Taylor Swift House. Downstairs in her own room, Ivory – the house muse – slept peacefully. Unaware that in the bedroom of the house, four girls were dressing quickly and quietly, preparing to sneak out of the house and to the skating rink for Vivian's infamous skating party. Vivian herself had already gone to the rink thirty minutes ago.
"-all down, right?" Vivian asked Tammie Duong, an Asian girl with an Alpha Track in technology. An inventor/computer whiz. She had met Tammie through Dannie, a fellow figure skater. When Vivian passed the idea of throwing a skating party to Dannie, Dannie had been all up for the idea and had immediately recruited Tammie, her roommate to help out. Tammie had managed to hack into the island's security system through her aPod and had disabled all the cameras on the island so that none of the girls would be busted by Shira. Vivian had done most of the inviting, including "accidently" bumping into Taz on her way to lunch and inviting him to the rink.
"Yeah, all the cameras are down," confirmed Tammie with a bright smile. Her long straight black hair and almond-shaped brown eyes reminded Vivian of her old skating bestie, Meggie Chang. Even planning the party had reminded Vivian of the times she had thrown skating parties with her skating friends. Jamie would have broken into her older brother's alcohol supply for some peach schnapps while Andie (short for Andrea) would have personally invited the entire football team while Vivian invited the entire hockey team at the rink. Meggie would be the one putting together the entire party, the brains behind the fun. But now, Vivian was working with a tech whiz and a bubbly skater to put the party together.
"I really like your outfit, Viv," commented Dannie. Vivian had changed into a metallic silver mini dress with a layered-ruffled skirt and bandeau top. Her hair had been freshly washed with her favorite shampoo and curled into loose waves that floated around her face and gleamed in the rink's lighting. Her skates were laced up tight on her feet as she glided around the rink.
"Thanks," smiled Vivian as she appraised Dannie's outfit. Dannie had traded in the standard uniform for an off-shoulder white top and a gold skirt. Tammie was wearing a similar tank-and-skirt combo but instead of white and gold she was wearing a sequined black top and a dark silver skirt that hung low on her hips, exposing a tiny sliver of a flat stomach. Skates were on each girl's feet as they skimmed the ice, preparing the rink for the party.
"So everything's ready?" asked Dannie.
"Yeah," answered Tammie with a proud smile.
"Ready to party girls?" asked Vivian with a grin.
Dear Jamie,
Take this, I'm throwing the first ever party at Alpha Academy! And there's more, it's a skating party! You would so love this, Jamie. It's not a real party without those peach schnapps, girl. Remember how we used to drink some before every big competition? I miss you guys so much! So other than my roommates there's these two girls that are my new party-planners, Tammie Duong, a super smart tech chick and Dannie Fletcher, this really tiny skater in my class. And there's more! The Brazille Boys are coming too! Remember how we read about the in the magazines and how you said my future husband would be Taz or Mel? Well I talked to BOTH of them today! There's also this really annoying dancer girl, Rebecca, whose butt I kicked in dance class today, at least all those crazy classes with Gina helped! So Alpha Academy is GREAT so far and I've got a party to host now, so that's about it! Love love love and miss miss miss ALL of you guys! Hugs to all of you and tell Meggie and Andie that I love them too!
Your one and only bestie,
Vivian
All this time,
I never knew I was so strong,
But you made find the fire,
That was there all along,
In your eyes,
I can see all I can be,
Suddenly I want it all,
I know you'll catch me whenever I fall.
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Vivian really does have a temper doesn't she? I feel kinda bad for Rebecca. Ah well, the drama is starting already and tensions have begun.
Remember, first writer to answer the questions correctly gets a tiny teaser!
Question 1: Name the song posted at the beginning and ending of the chapter (Hint: it's all one song LOL) and tell me what movie it's from.
Question 2: What is the first name of Vivian's old skating coach?
So any plot ideas? So we've got a skating party coming up, huh? Sounds fun... :D
I don't have a beta so all the mistakes are mine.
Next update: Friday, February 18 (Hopefully!)
-The Lovely Psyche