A/N: I know this has taken forever. I have been stewing over the right way to do this. Enjoy!

Bella awoke the next morning to the sound of her iPod going off near her ear. "What's Up Lonely" by Kelly Clarkson played getting louder and louder the longer it was going off, annoying her to no end. She reached over and hit the button to turn off the alarm, a bit more perturbed then normal with the songs the iPod chose to play in the morning. The music promptly shut off, and she went to lie back down in bed.

She didn't need the clock to tell her the time, she knew all too well, especially since she kept waking up off and on throughout the night, the nightmare of the horrific night of the accident playing over and over again in her mind. Shaking her head clear of the memory, she was relieved to feel the numbness over take her body, this being much better than feeling how she had been over the past few days.

Bella sat at the end of her bed and sighed heavily before getting up, and turning on her iPod player, the music blasting in her ear. A welcome noise to the silence that was common first thing when she awoke in the morning. Kelly Clarkson again greeted her ears, but she was glad it was none of the stupid love songs that often were found to be performed by her. The smooth jazz tones of Kelly's first CD instead graced her ear drums, and provided a soothing melody for her aching heart. Unknown to Bella however, Alice had removed all the songs she knew reminded Bella of Jacob, when she had gotten to Bella's apartment with the stuff she failed to grab in tow. The thought of this however did not register in Bella's mind, as she went about her day to day activities of getting ready for her more advanced Ballet class in the early afternoon.

Walking to her closet, she pulled out a dark green halter leotard and black jazz capris, choosing a long-sleeved grey shirt to go over the leotard, the sleeves hanging on her shoulders. She grabbed the flip flops that were beside the door and threw them by her bag, and walked to the bathroom. She did her best not to look at her reflection, as she washed her face and brushed her teeth. Fearing what was going to be looking back at her, she finally looked up, knowing she had to, so she could apply what little make up she wore anymore, the factor only being so she did not look dead to her students.

Her eyes were cold and lifeless, her face pale, and her normally rosy lips a pasty pink She looked dead, her reflection in a sense she believed to describe how she really did feel. Dead to the world, she didn't know if she would ever be the same again. Applying her mascara, eyeliner, blush, and a rosier lipstick, she looked at the very least alive, and lastly placing her hair in a tightly wound bun on the back of her head. Satisfied that she looked better then she felt, she walked into her room and grabbed a large sweatshirt, before she walked out into the living room and made herself some breakfast.

Meanwhile…

"Daddy, are you going to take me to ballet lessons today?" A teenage girl with striking chocolate hair spoke, to her father as she sat with the breakfast she had made for herself at the dining room table.

"Not today. I have a meeting." A handsome man replied from another room, going about his day to day routine of getting ready.

"But dad…" the young girl began to whine.

"Elizabeth, not today. I don't have time for this." Her father growled, promptly stopping the conversation, the young beauty sitting at the table her eyes down and her shoulder slumped.

Feeling somewhat guilty for the tone he took, the young father walked out into the room, to see his daughter looking defeated.

"Maybe we can go out afterward okay. This is an important meeting, I can't miss it." He smiled at his daughter, his emerald eyes glimmering from the sun outside the bay windows of his upper division pent house.

She nodded her head, knowing it was a useless fight, and started to dig in to the breakfast that she had grabbed out of the kitchen. She could sense her dad sit at the head of the table, and heard his morning paper crack as he turned promptly to the business section. She looked up, only able to see the bronze hair she knew extremely well barely over the top of the paper. She shook her head in defeat and stood up once she was done eating and walked over to the kitchen.

"Elizabeth?" She heard him speak to her from the dining room where they took their meals.

"Yes father," Elizabeth answered turning towards the room after she placed her plate in the dish washer.

"I need you to be ready by 1:00. Roger is going to take you to your lesson." He spoke audibly after his swallowing of his morning coffee.

"Dad I can take the subway, for heaven's sake I'm not a child…" She spoke, the attitude rising in her voice.

"No arguments. Be ready," Finality ringing in his tone.

Elizabeth huffed loudly as she stomped past him upstairs to her room, slamming the door behind her. Her father placed the paper down on the table and pinched the bridge of his aristocratic nose, shaking his head, and stood up. He then walked to the kitchen and placed his dishes in with his daughters, then started the dishwasher. The phone rang shortly after, and he answered it knowing it was his work calling to finalize any last minute meeting preparations. Shortly he hung up, and grabbed his Armani trench coat, and briefcase. He yelled a goodbye up the stairs to his daughter, only to be met with her music being turned up louder, drowning him out. He bit his lip quickly before he opened the door and walked outside, closing it behind him, he made with his day.

Upstairs…

Elizabeth grabbed a pillow from the side of her bed and threw it at her window, narrowly missing her favorite photo that sat next to her vanity. Her legs were curled up under her chin, and her arms were then wrapped around her calves hugging them to her. She put her face to her knees and let out a scream so loud it hurt her ears. It pissed her off to no end that her father still treated her like a child when she was indeed thirteen years old. It came second to the distance he had since been treating her with, but that was a livable condition.

She huffed loudly as she stood up and walked over to her window and picked up her pillow. She hugged it to her as she walked back to bed and stared at her clock. It read 10:00a.m. and her class was not for another two and half hours. With this being true she climbed back under the covers to try to get some sleep, but it eluded her, and she ended up watching whatever movie was in her DVD player. This being Center Stage: Turn It Up. It killed the time she needed it to, and she stood up, walking over to her bathroom to get ready for her class.

Since it was indeed the summer time, there were no classes for her to take, other than the ballet class, and she was not due to go visit her Grandfather and Grandmother Cullen for another two months. This allowed for quite a bit of free time to be developed, so it was not uncommon to find her at home reading, or out in the city spending time with her friends, or out to a teen oriented night club at night with the same friends, despite what her father would tell her. Not wanting to get angry again, she was happy to hear Jem playing on the stereo, and she set about washing her face and pulling her chocolate hair back to a French twist, with enough hairspray to protect her from a nuclear bomb. A limited amount of bronzer, mascara, and lip gloss applied to highlight her oval shaped face, her father's emerald eyes looking back at her as she checked her reflection in the mirror.

Walking back to her room, she stood in front of her dance closet for awhile and chose a deep red leotard with crossing straps in the back, black jazz pants, and brown pullover from her closet. Brown flip flops were on her recently pampered feet, and a silver chain with a ballerina charm sat on her neck, silver earrings being placed in the holes in her ear. She checked her phone and it read 12:50, so she walked out of her room and grabbed her dance bag out of the living room, a water bottle and a snack bar, and she walked to the bottom of the stairs, greeted by the doorman who pointed the way to the black town car that would be taking her to her lesson.

Getting inside, her driver, Roger greeted her. "Hello Elizabeth, how are you today?"

"Peachy, Roger I'm not in the best of moods today; can we just limit the chat for right now?" Elizabeth asked, grabbing her ear phones from her blue Victoria's Secret bag.

"As you wish," He responded, as he looked forward and began to drive as Elizabeth, put on her earphones and blasted her music, choosing to fall asleep on her drive through the city.

At the studio…

Bella arrived with a half hour to spare, time she figured she would need to warm up before she started her advanced technique class. She walked through the doors to see no one waiting for her. The last thing she wanted to see was the worried faces of her two best friends looking at her. It was getting old, and yes she felt horrible for putting them through what she had, she was not in the mood to have to apologize to anyone.

Sliding quickly into her classroom, she breathed a sigh of relief as the scent of the Marley covering the wooden floor, hit her nose. She walked over to the stereo and plugged in her iPod, choosing a soothing jazz sound, as the day had turned cloudy and it looked as if it would rain. She then stepped in front of the mirror and slipped her sweatshirt off, and placed her pink Pointe shoes on her feet, as she walked around getting the Barres ready for the girls. Twenty girls were signed up for her advanced Pointe class, and she was eager to teach. It took away from the drab of the day.

Time passed quickly and before Bella knew it, the girls began to arrive. She greeted them one by one, as they walked into the classroom, not knowing only one of them. The group of girls gathered against the back wall with their things, as they got settled in, changing into their shoes and disrobing from their street clothes to leotards and shorts or pants of every style and color. After a brief ten minutes Bella clapped her hands catching the girls' attention, and asked them to sit in a circle around the stereo, where she had walked to, to stop the music. Promptly the girls ran to the stereo, and sat, the new girl trailing behind, choosing to sit by her best friends Rosalie's oldest daughter Melinda. She had the same blonde hair as her mother, but the warm brown eyes and personality as her father, a good thing as most other girls would not take well to the unknown girl sitting where she did.

"Welcome back class. I must say I missed having you around, and I'm glad to be back here. As you all know I was on hiatus for awhile, but I'm back now. Today we are going to go around and introduce each other before class. This will include your name, age, and how long you have been dancing ballet, and where." Bella ordered gently.

Some of the girls rolled their eyes but all complied willingly. All spoke of their ages being around 13-15, and most have taken classes at the very studio Bella had worked at most of their lives.

All but one, the girl spoke shyly, "I'm Elizabeth Masen. I'm 13 years old, and I have taken classes for most of my life a dance school in Chicago, but my father had to move to work, so this is my first class taken here."

"Welcome Elizabeth, I hope you like it here." Bella spoke warmly, before she announced. "Alright Class. Time to began everyone, I want three to a side of the Barre, space out and we shall began."

Basic combinations of leaps, turns, chaînés, and battements, were performed across the floor on Pointe. Taking up the two and half hour class much quicker then Bella could ever remember. Calling attention to herself, Bella announced the end of class, and what to work on till the next class. The girls clapped in thanks and started packing up their things, getting ready to leave and go home. Elizabeth thanked Bella on her way out, as she walked to the door, not surprised to not see her father's car waiting for her out front. So she sat down on the steps and turned on her music, pulling out her weathered copy of Wuthering Heights to read.

It took another hour before Bella walked outside, getting ready to leave home, after practicing for her next lesson, and closing up the studio behind her, since her class was the last one for the day. She was surprised to see Elizabeth still outside.

Concerned she tapped her on the shoulder, slightly scaring the young girl sitting in front of her.

"Is everything ok?" Bella asked her, sitting next to her on the step.

"Yes ma'am. My father's meeting is just running late is all," Elizabeth spoke marking her page in her book.

"Would you like me to wait with you?" Bella asked, fearing for the young woman's safety.

Not stupid to the fact that it was getting late Elizabeth agreed, and Bella sat there on the step with her and they made small talk, mostly speaking about the book that was in her hands.

The time ticked by and soon another hour had passed with no sign of Elizabeth's father.

"Elizabeth have you tried calling your dad?" Bella asked her, as the girl checked her phone again.

"I left a message with his secretary, she said he was still in his meeting, but that was over an hour ago." Elizabeth sighed, as she slumped over into her knees that were folded by her chin.

"He does this a lot I'm guessing?" Bella asked, looking at the defeated girl.

Elizabeth nodded, and Bella could not but feel sorry for the young lady beside her.

"Come on, we are going to my apartment. It's getting cold and the last thing you need is to get sick." Bella spoke standing up, and shoving her hands into the pockets of her jacket.

Elizabeth was just about to agree when a silver Volvo pulled up in front of the studio.

Bella heard an audible growl out of the young girl next to her, but she then spoke, "Thank you anyways Ms. Bella, my father just arrived."

Bella nodded and stood with Elizabeth. She had an ill feeling about the man who left the engine running and was on the phone as he walked around to let the young lady in. Elizabeth sat down in the car, and just as her father closed it, Bella spoke out.

"Excuse me Mr. Masen." Her voice went unheard as he waved her away, and she stood astonished, an instant disliking to the asshole in front of her.

He got into the car and drove away, leaving Bella in the dust, without so much as a thank you. She was furious, and so being so she growled lowly and walked to her apartment. Where she threw the door open, and got inside slamming the door behind her.

Bella's angry and Edward is acting not like himself. Uh oh!

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Dance Dictionary for what the girls are doing:

Chaînés – Turns across the floor where both feet remain on the ground.

Battement Pronounced (batmah) – Kicks in different ballet positions.

Thank you,

Ballerina