A/N: I'm really sorry everyone I was on vacation and I've been really busy over the summer, so hopefully you guys will still read and review after the long wait? 10 reviews=Next Chapter I swear!

The Bell for first period rang and I made my way down the hall. My black "Music=Life" hot topic bagswung on my hips rhythmically. I bit my lip and waved to Jane, catching up to her and August. She had on a red and black "Riot!" shirt for Paramore, and black skinny jeans. Her brown hair was in a loose ponytail and she peered at me behind her zebra-rimmed prescription glasses.

"Hey prima Ballerina," we laughed, hugging each other. I knuckle-bumped August and fell in line between the two, August's arm casually draped across my shoulder and I hooked arms with Jane. Then Schuyler stopped me dead in my tracks.

"Band practice tonight, you know the place, be there or be square." She looked at me mostly when she said this.

Delsy, a tiny blond with a fake tan, AKA Schuyler's best friend, stepped in front of me.

"Be square." She drew a square with her pointers. Her high pitched hick voice made me and my friends automatically burst into hysterical laughter.

"I don't have Pointe tonight Schuyler, if that's what you mean by your shape analogy."

See, I've been taking ballet since I was eight, no one in the flock knew about my lessons or anything, they just knew that I got really cranky when fall season started, and I got into spring recital week. I tapped everything I could on Direct, and watched Anaheim on YouTube.

I first found the ballet studio when I went for a walk through the city, and immediately fell in love with the smell of the fresh polished wood flooring, something about it made me feel at home.

My blue flats slipped slightly off my heel as I stretched my legs against the side wall. Next period, gym. Matthew is captain of the varsity soccer team, and nudge just happened to be head cheerleader captain when she went to Winfred High. So basically, my family's got quite a rep to keep up.

I tugged at my t-shirt, another bad habit of mine that really seems to annoy myself. We walked into the sweaty locker room, smelling of baby powder and burnt hair. Schuyler pushed me aside, walking towards the upper classman. I slipped into the required school uniform for Phys Ed.

"So tell me again, did you say The Façade is going to be at OUR usual spot tonight?" Jane looked to me as she stretched her hamstring muscles.

"Hate The Façade." I muttered.

She nodded in agreement. The façade is another band that likes to still our crowd. They've got a record deal and everything now.

We walked down the freshly polished aluminum tiled hallway straight through the arched doors of the gymnasium. Jane and I sat down in roll call. I scratched a clump of mud from my high tops. Jane removed her silver earrings and put them on her shirt to keep safe.

"Alright ladies, volleyball today, and I want to see you all at practice!" I served up the ball and scored a few points on the other team, high fiving Jane in the process. Jane was an amazing setter, and together we were the ultimate threat. Schuyler tied up the game, scoring points for the other team. Somehow I found myself screaming "It's on like Donkey Kong." That sure is attractive.

School went as normal as usual, until of course I discovered a new interest. Our school was starting a new club. Karate. Classes were starting the next day, and I took the liberty of signing myself up of course.

I walked through the cafeteria grabbing a cup of Ramon noodles and an apple on my plastic tray. Jane slid next to me going on and on about mathematical equations, and that my friend is where I tune her out.

"Are you even listening?"

"Yes."

"Are you lying?"

"Completely." We both cracked smiles. She grabbed a chicken sandwich and Doritos, while I got two Arizona green teas with Ginseng honey out of the fridge.

"Hey its buy one get one free for cookies today, oatmeal raisin?" she looked to me, but in reality she doesn't even have to ask. That's what it was like for us, I knew she loved peanut butter, and she knew I loved oatmeal raisin.

We adjusted ourselves in the usual seats and sat down to enjoy our somewhat healthy meal. I'm no professional weight watcher, okay? That's when I heard the sound of some poor helpless freshmen screaming from across the café. Only to look up and see the bully was my own flesh and blood.

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