A/N: Okay, I couldn't wait to upload... I'm utterly bored right now and very impatient so I decided that I could just upload this right now. Besides, the introducing chapter didn't give much away...

Enjoy!

Bella Pov

I stared out the window, frowning at the scenery.

Everything was green and it was raining.

"Welcome to Washington, by the way," Officer Mark said to me.

I didn't reply and continued to stare out of the window.

I wasn't really in a good mood.

Not only had my father come up with the most ridiculous punishment ever, but he also made sure that I got a police escort- like I was some kind of prisoner.

Although, I hadn't even done anything. But try explaining that to my dad.

The argument we had two days ago, definitely proved to me that the man just didn't understand that I had changed.

~Flashback~

I threw my bag in the corner and shrugged off my jacket.

When I attempted to go upstairs to my room, I was stopped by my father, who had been silent the whole time we sat in the car but just had to open his mouth now.

"You will not go to your room now. Sit down!" he instructed harshly.

I reluctantly turned on my heel and sat down on the couch.

My father took a seat in his arm chair, looking sternly at me.

For a moment he said nothing.

Eventually, I grew tired of the silence.

"Are you going to talk any time soon or are you just gonna continue staring at me all night?" I asked him in annoyance.

Charlie let out a sigh and rubbed his hands over his face.

"Bella, I don't know what to do with you," he admitted tiredly.

"You don't have to do anything with me. I'm fine."

"No, you are not. I had to arrest you today, for god's sake," he replied.

"You didn't have to arrest me- you just did. I told you that I had nothing to do with the whole thing- I only wanted to help the guy," I argued, crossing my arms in front of me.

"Bella, these are your friends. Do you expect me to believe that you were there to help the person your friends were beating up? Not likely. And let's not forget about the fact that you were drunk."

"I wasn't drunk."

"Drunk or not, you are under-aged and shouldn't be drinking alcohol. Neither should your friends and you also shouldn't be hanging around in clubs like the one you were at."

I scoffed, but didn't say anything.

Charlie looked at me for a moment before he continued," You've got to understand that this is not the way you should behave. Your mother wouldn't have wanted that."

I jumped up from the couch, angrily.

"You don't know what she would have wanted. You didn't know her, so don't tell me what she would have wanted. Just shut up and don't talk about her in my presence ever again," I hissed at him and stomped out of the room, my eyes already burning.

I quickly ran up the stairs and locked myself into my room.

The next morning I woke up- still pissed at Charlie.

I rolled out of bed and rushed through my morning routine, before I all but jumped down the stairs and went into the kitchen.

When I saw Charlie at the table, I froze mid step, not really wanting to be in the same room as he was.

I had almost forgotten that it was Saturday, so his presence kind of caught me off guard.

"Good morning, Bella," he greeted calmly, not even looking up from his newspaper.

I grumbled something in response, that I didn't even understand properly and then got myself a bowl of Lucky Charms before I sat down on the opposite side of my father.

That was when I noticed a little brochure on the table.

It showed a beautiful, castle-like building at the front and the words 'Estelle Étoile Academy'.

"What is this?" I demanded instantly and threw the brochure back on the table.

"Your new school," Charlie answered nonchalantly, still not looking up from his newspaper.

I stared at him, wondering if I hadn't heard him right.

"What did you just say?" I asked slowly, hoping that I hadn't heard him right.

Finally, Charlie put that stupid newspaper down and looked straight at me.

"You didn't honestly think that you'd get away with beating up people, did you?"

"I didn't beat anyone- ugh... I don't even know why I'm trying."

Charlie shook his head at me, but I couldn't care less.

"I'm sending you away."

"To this Academy?" I asked him, waving my hand at the picture of it.

Charlie nodded.

Snorting humorlessly, I looked him straight in the eyes,"You don't honestly think that I'll go to some nerd school, with school uniforms and all that crap?"

"It's not a 'nerd school'. It's a Ballet Academy."

I dropped my spoon and tried not to choke.

"You've got to be kidding me," I said slowly as I looked my father in the eyes.

He had finally lowered his newspaper and his expression showed me that this was no joke at all.

"It's either that or juvenile. You can choose."

"Jail? What the hell do you want to sent me to jail for?"

"You know, yesterday you were lucky that I arrested you. I was only nearby which was why I decided to handle this minor thing, but if it had been any other officer you would be in jail now."

"For what? Because of under aged drinking?"

"Along with vandalism, violence and robbery."

"When exactly should that have taken place?

Charlie looked angry now. "You and I both know that this was what you were doing the past year. You've reached the limit and since you never appeared to any of your community service tasks, you are going to be sent away. I called in a favor with the judge and Ms. Jensen was so kind to give you the opportunity to get back on the right path. Either you'll go to this school and graduate there or you'll go to jail for the next six months."

I snorted. "Well, then send me to jail."

"I don't think so. To motivate you, Ms. Jensen offered to clear your criminal record if you go to the academy."

"I'm not going to he academy," I protested.

"Well, it's too bad that I'm your father and that I already decided that you'll have to go. No discussion- you're going."

~End of flashback~

Just thinking about that made me want to punch something.

I wasn't that girl anymore. How could he do this to me if he knew very well why I had chosen a new path?

He didn't understand me at all and as far as I could tell- he never would.

With a sigh I continued to look out of the window. I had never seen so much green in my entire life.

A sign suddenly caught my eye.

'Welcome to Forks', it read. Didn't sound very inviting to me. Where in the world had Charlie sent me?

"We're almost there," Officer Mark informed me.

I grunted in response.

"You'll like it here. Forks is a really quiet town. Everything has it's order here, which makes it easier for the students of the academy to concentrate on their studies."

Great, just what I needed. In the middle of nowhere with nothing but serious ballerinas around me.

I'd probably already get in trouble if my iPod is too loud.

The car pulled up in a fancy looking parking lot.

With gates and all of that crap. As if I needed it to feel any more like a prison to me.

"So do you need me to take you to the headmistress' office or do you think you can handle it on your own?" Officer Mark asked me when he parked the car.

I looked out the window.

A few paths led away from the big parking lot all of them leading up to the school building.

The large space in front of the building was paved- showing the school's crest on the ground for everyone who happened to fly over this school to see it clearly.

The school building itself was very impressive and yet also intimidating.

It looked exactly like one would imagine a ballet academy to look like. It was more of a castle than a school really. There were even little towers and everything.

"Isabella?" Officer Mark pressed, obviously still waiting for an answer.

"I'll manage," I told him in a clipped tone and got out of the car.

The officer immediately followed suit and walked to the back of the car to open the trunk for me.

I looked around in hopes that none of the students were up already to see me getting out of a police cruiser.

Thankfully, it seemed like the whole campus was still asleep. I looked at my watch and wished that I could be still laying in bed as well. It was just 7:45 AM.

Officer Mark handed me my bags. I quickly slung my back pack over my shoulder along with my duffel bag and grabbed a hold of my suit case.

"Well, I think the headmistress office was on the first floor of the middle section. So all you really have to do is walk up the first set of stairs that you see once you walk inside," Officer Mark informed me.

I nodded at his words and walked toward the school not offering him any kind of a good-bye.

Not that it mattered- in a town with this size I would most likely see him again in a few minutes.

As I walked closer to the school, I realized that it was bigger than it looked from the parking lot.

I felt strangely small on the large free space all on my own.

An eerie feeling came over me that I was just too familiar with. I hadn't felt like that in years.

I suppressed it. I as not ever going to feel like this again.

I walked into the school and took a look around.

The hallway was completely deserted, enabling me to see every inch of the polished black floor.

Someone must be cleaning this floor with real passion.

A big chandelier hung right above my head, matching the whole scene especially since the large set of stairs in front of me were covered with a royal red carpet.

I shook my head and walked up the stairs.

A huge set of french windows gave me a wonderful view of the schools backyard.

It was more like a neatly trimmed park where not a single bird or squirrel would ever dare to do it's business in fear of getting shot.

I continued my way up and found that the first door that I was facing was actually the headmistress' office.

I read the name tag. Mrs. E. Cullen.

That sounded harmless enough.

I knocked once.

"Come in," I heard a voice call from inside.

I opened the door slowly, looking around before my gaze actually settled on the headmistress.

It was a beautiful office.

Book cases took up most of the walls but there was still some space for some pictures here and there.

The furniture inside the office was all made up of dark wood, which was polished just as good as the floor in the hallway.

Finally, my gaze settled on the person sitting behind the desk.

I found it kind of cliche that there were large french windows right behind the chair on which Mrs. E. Cullen sat.

"Good morning," she greeted in a pleasant voice.

Somehow she was not how I imagined the headmistress of a ballet academy to be

And yet she still looked exactly like she was made for this office.

"Umm... good morning," I stammered, taking in her appearance.

She wore her hair in some kind of fancy updo, giving me a clear view of her face. Her eyes had a startling emerald green color, making them appear to glow. Her eyes definitely stood out between her overall delicate facial features and I was pretty sure that I had never seen a woman who was as beautiful as she was.

I wondered what she would look like if she smiled.

"You must be Isabella Swan," she stated, looking down at a paper in her hand.

Then she looked up at me and frowned slightly. "Well, don't just stand there." She gestured to one of the chairs standing in front of her desk.

I awkwardly shuffled over to the chair, trying not to trip over my suitcase.

"So Isabella Swan, yes?" she continued right away.

"Err... yes," I replied slowly.

"Yes, madam," she corrected, clucking her tongue in disapproval.

I suppressed a sigh and the urge to roll my eyes.

"Sorry...madam."

Mrs. Cullen just nodded and continued to read over the paper.

"You are related to Reneé Swan, am I correct?"

I was pretty certain that she already knew the answer but I decided to answer anyway.

"Yeah, she was my mother."

"Was?"

Now, Mrs. Cullen did look up from her paper. She looked at me with a surprised expression.

I looked down at my hands, suddenly feeling very uncomfortable.

"She died about a year ago," I told her. My voice was merely more than a whisper.

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that," I could hear real sadness in Mrs. Cullen's voice, which caused me to look up. Her eyes were shimmering slightly. "I had been very found of your mother's work. She had been a truly amazing dancer. It was such a shame that she never made a comeback."

I only nodded at her words.

There wasn't really anything I could say about that.

Mrs. Cullen looked at me for a few more moments, compassion showing on her face.

Eventually, she decided to move on.

"It says here that you have taken part in the American Dance Competition when you were seven," she noted, reading the paper again.

"Yes."

"Third place?"

"Yeah."

Mrs. Cullen let out a thoughtful hum.

"The World Ballet Competition?"

I nodded.

"Second place...that's pretty impressive for a ten-year old."

I didn't reply to that.

I actually didn't want to be reminded of those things.

"You even took part in the Youth America Grand Prix." Mrs. Cullen sounded pleasantly surprised by this.

"Yes, I also danced for the Prix de Lausanne," I informed her.

"I think I remember you know. You danced more than just once at the American Dance Competition, right?"

I nodded.

"Yes, I have seen you dance then. Quite impressive, I must say," Mrs. Cullen mused. "Shouldn't you have been offered scholarships or apprenticeships for a company? It is very unlikely that you were just being ignored."

I bit my lip and started wringing my hands.

"I was offered a few scholarships and the Ballet Arizona approached me a year ago for a place in their company," I answered.

"And you didn't take any of the offers?" Mrs. Cullen sounded not only surprised but downright shocked. It was a normal reaction though. Every ballet dancer wanted to get signed by a company so it was something like a deadly sin in Ballet world to just turn down an offer.

"My mother didn't want me to go to a Ballet Academy until I was sixteen. The offer from the Ballet Arizona came just before I turned sixteen and I would have taken the offer but... the death of my mother just-" I stopped talking, not really wanting bring up those memories.

My mother had always been the closest person to me in my entire life and talking about her death was doing absolutely nothing for my emotional well-being.

Once more I got the sad look from Mrs. Cullen. I turned my gaze away not wanting to see it.

"Well, Isabella with your knowledge there should be no problem for you fit in with our junior class. Your skills are most likely a bit further advanced than your classmates, but seeing that you haven't been dancing for a year I think it would be best if you start off simple. Besides, our junior class this year is highly talented so you will definitely find some dancers up to your standards."

I couldn't care less whether or not I had talented classmates, but I didn't say that out loud

Mrs. Cullen seemed to be a nice person and I didn't have to upset her just yet.

She got out of her chair and gestured for me to follow her as she made her way out of the office.

"I'm going to show you your room and give you a quick tour of the school," she explained.

I trailed after her, starting to feel slightly exhausted by the weight of my luggage. But Mrs. Cullen didn't turn to offer me a hand or anything of the sorts, so I sucked it up and tried to keep up with her.

"So you may have noticed from the outside that the school is quite big. We have an east wing and the west wing. The dorms are in both of those wings classes mostly take part here in the middle section. Up here on the first floor are the dancing studios. You are not to be in a single one by yourself without the permission of a teacher. Downstairs we have the regular classrooms as well as the library.

The second floor is the hospital wing and the offices of the teachers."

Mrs. Cullen strut down the halls in a fast pace while listing all of these things.

She pushed open a glass door and led me inside the west wing.

The floor was covered with carpet instead of being all shiny and stuff like the hallways. The carpet had the same royal red color as the one on the stairs in the main hall. There were also a few small chandeliers hanging from the ceiling.

Ms. Cullen led me up a staircase and continued talking.

"You might have noticed that none of the students are currently walking around. Everybody is in class right now except for the Seniors. The have their first period off on Tuesdays. The Juniors have the first period off on Fridays. That doesn't mean that you get to sleep in, of course. Everyone gets up at six. Breakfast is at seven and classes start at seven-thirty.

We work with a point system here, along with the normal grades. The points go from zero to ten. Your score will be based on your behavior and performance in class and are given out each week. Tardiness will cause you to lose points, so make sure to be on time. Your points will be added together each week, creating a ranking list. The higher your rank, the more like it is for you get noticed.

Mrs. Cullen explained swiftly while we walked down the hallway.

"Last year our two top dancers in the school were signed by the American Ballet Company. So make sure to always do your best if you want to make it in Ballet."

She halted in front of a door, labeled with the number 303.

"So this is going to be your room. Your roommates' names are Victoria Carter and Irina Sullivan. They are both in your class and will help you get settled in here."

We stepped into the room and I immediately liked it.

The room was big enough for three girls to live in.

There were large windows at the opposite wall, framed dark blue curtains. A dresser stood right beside the window with a mirror and a little bench in front of it. All of that in white.

I noticed that there was a dancing bar right in front of the mirror and there was enough space to actually rehearse in this room.

As I stepped into the room I noticed that on the opposite wall of the windows was a large wardrobe with mirror sliding doors. The room was practically made for some practicing in the evenings.

The space was held little though, so it wasn't suited for any major dancing. It was comfortable enough in here.

A bunk bed stood right in the corner, beside the single bed which stood parallel to it.

Of course, the only bed available was the upper one and I sighed at the thought of having to climb before I could drop myself in the pillows.

"You will have to discuss the arrangements with your roommates. There are two bathrooms in the hall and in case you are wondering the west wig is for girls only. The boys reside on the other side of the school and no girls are allowed over there after nine pm and of course the other way around. Lights off is at ten and if you need to know anything else just ask your classmates or teachers.

I'll leave you to get settled. Here is your schedule, I'll let Victoria know to pick you up for the next period."

She handed me my schedule, smiled once briefly at me and walked out of the room.

I set down my bags and took a deep breath.

Then I looked at my schedule.

Apparently, I just missed Pas de deux classes. Not that I minded that much. I've never really danced with a partner.

The next class I was going to have was Technique 2. I sighed and rummaged through my bags.

I wasn't in the mood for this. Although, I was probably never going to be in the mood for this again.

I had put Ballet behind me and really didn't see the point in starting up again.

Despite the fact that this school looked nice, I still wasn't all that impressed with Charlie's decision and quietly cursed him under my breath.

There was no way I was going to dance today.

Pulling out my iPod, I seated myself on the floor and blasted my music at full volume.

I closed my eyes and thought about the life I had just left behind.

My crew was most likely dancing somewhere right now, enjoying themselves while trying out some crazy new moves, while I was here at a prissy Ballet Academy.

It had been hard to tell my friends about my father's decision, although it was even harder to keep Jacob at bay, so he didn't go and beat up Charlie.

Someone tapped me lightly on my shoulder.

I opened my eyes and found myself face to face with another girl.

She was grinning at me before she straightened herself up and said something.

I turned the music off and looked at her in question.

"I'm sorry, what did you just say?" I asked her.

She looked me over once before she answered.

"I said that you might wanna get ready because we both have to get to class now," she replied, now walking over to the dresser.

She checked her make-up real quick and made sure that her auburn red hair was tightly twirled into a bun.

"I'm Victoria, by the way," she added when I just proceeded to watch her, while she reapplied her lip gloss.

Then her cat-like eyes settled on me.

"Aren't you going to tell me your name?" she asked, raising one eyebrow.

"Bella," I answered curtly, not making a move to get off the floor.

"Well, Bella you should change fast otherwise we're going to be late. You do know that we have a point system at this school, right?"

"Yeah, I know and to be quite honest I don't really care. I'm ready as far as I'm concerned," I informed her.

She eyes me with suspicion.

I'm sure she was trying to figure out whether or not I was kidding. While she was wearing a short purple leotard dress with light pink tights, I was wearing khaki baggy pants, a white t-shirt and a simple black vest. Not exactly the look that a normal ballerina aimed for.

"You're kidding, right?" she asked me carefully.

"Seeing that my being here is actually a punishment and not something I decided out of pure love to ballet, I would say no," I replied with a shrug.

Victoria just looked at me for a few more moments but then decided to let it go.

"Alright then, I guess we can head to class then," she said, sighing.

She made a hand motion, telling me to follow her and led me out of the room.

She quickly led me out of the west wing and to the first floor, where I had been walking along with Mrs. Cullen. This time I actually saw students in the hallways. Lot's of students.

And all of them looked like ballerinas.

It was truly unsettling

The girls all had their hair put up into neat buns and walked around mostly in black leotards and pink tights. I assumed this was the attire that the school approved of the most.

Some were walking around in pointe shoes, making me wonder if they ever took them off.

And then there were the guys.

White tights and black shirts.

Most of them.

In my mind I saw how Nahuel, Seth and Jacob would be crying with laughter if they ever got to see this. They'd piss their pants.

Boys in tights was an absolute no-no. Although, I didn't mind the view all that much...

I almost ran into Victoria, who had come to a sudden halt while I had turned to check out some guy's ass. Sadly, it hadn't been that great.

Victoria looked around and seemed to be looking for someone.

"Who are you looking for?" I asked her, when she continued to stretch as if she would actually be able to see over the crowd that way.

"Umm... just a friend of mine. He wasn't in class this morning," she explained swiftly but the way she looked down and played around with her hands told me that she was lying.

I didn't care though, I was busy ignoring the looks I got from all those monkeys in tights.

They looked at me like I was an alien although they were the ones running around in tights and doing pirouettes.

"Alright" Victoria eventually sighed,"Let's go."

We continued to make our way through Twinkle Town and eventually Victoria led the way into one of the Dancing studios.

There was nothing overly spectacular about it. There was the usual mirror wall and several bars arranged nicely in the middle of the room.

Most of the students taking this class seemed to be already in here all of them either stretching, putting on their shoes or chatting.

Victoria skipped over excitedly to a girl with blond hair, who was talking to another blond until Victoria interrupted them.

They talked for a moment and then all three turned to look at me. Figures.

I tried not to roll my eyes, but didn't succeed.

Then the blond said something else to Victoria, which must have been something about me judging by the way she snickered after she had whispered to Victoria. Victoria just pulled a grimace.

Meanwhile, I was getting myself comfortable on the floor close to the door and watched the little dancing monkeys.

More and more people started to notice me, nudging their friends and pointed at me only to whisper something to each other and either laugh or shrug.

I did a pretty good job of ignoring that and tried to pick out someone who might be worthy of my time.

So far all I had seen were stuck up little dancing monkeys

I heaved out a sigh and banged my head against the wall.

"Good morning, class," a melodic voice called.

I looked up to see a middle-aged woman walking in.

Her hair was put into a bun just like all the girls' and she was wearing a simple black dress, along with black tights and black shoes.

She was a truly depressing creature.

Her posture showed that she must have been a dancer at some point of her life.

I had learned a long time ago that ballet can do a lot of things to your body and not all of them were good.

I wondered if I had looked this stiff as well back when I had first met Dimitri.

"What's up your butt?"

"What are you talking about?"

"You walk like someone shoved a stick up your behind."

"It's called posture, something you wouldn't know seeing that you slouch like you wanna kiss the ground."

"Well, at least I can breath that way. Do you even know how to breath.?"

"What-"

"Ah, you know what? Don't even answer that. Look kid, if you want to continue being seen with me, you gotta do something about that stick of yours."

"What if I don't want to be seen with you?"

"Then good luck trying to survive in this school."

"Err... Madam Justins, we have a new student," I heard the voice of Victoria announce.

That snapped me right out of my day-dreaming.

She gestured toward me, causing everyone's eyes to settle on me.

"Oh, I think Madam Esme has mentioned you," she said. I guessed that Madam Esme was the same person as Mrs. Cullen.

The way 'Madam Justins' was inspecting me now was definitely making it apparent that she found me distasteful.

"Miss, I know that you have only just arrived at the school but let me tell you that we are always dressed appropriately.

This is a Dance Academy and not some public school."

I just looked at her with a bored expression. Honestly, did I have to put a sign on my forehead that told them that I didn't even want to be here?

"Seeing that I have already talked to Madam Esme, I know that you have some dancing experience, so my question to you right now is: Why are you not dressed properly for dancing?"

"I am dressed properly for dancing, just not for the little Twinkle Town circus that you all are putting on in here," I replied, gesturing over to a girl, who was busily stretching at the bars.

I heard some people drawing in sharp breaths, while Madam Justins just continued to stare at me.

"Go and get changed now, I expect you to be back here in ten minutes," she instructed.

I didn't move an inch.

Staring back at her I said calmly,"I don't really want to."

Madam Justins looked positively pissed and took a deep breath before she yelled at me.

"You will go and change this instant or I will have five points taken from you for this whole week."

"That's alright," I replied and then pulled out my iPod.

Madam Justins was at loss of words for a moment but then decided that she was not going to put up with me any loner and called the class to order.

All of them threw looks into my direction that varied from awe 'til misunderstanding.

I winked at one girl, who involuntarily smiled at me.

When she caught my gaze she turned away quickly and listen to what Madam Justins was saying.

The next ninety minutes I spent listening to my music, while watching the monkeys doing one combination after another.

I had to admit that my feet were slightly itching to be moving as well, but there was no way in hell that I was gonna take part in this class. No Grand Pliés for me.

When class ended, I left my spot on the floor and walked out of the classroom, while the little monkey were still getting down from their dancing high.

"Hey you, wait!"

For some unknown reason, I just knew that whoever was calling that was talking to me.

I turned around already a wary expression on my face.

I saw the girl who had smiled at me early in class.

She walked right up to me and held out her hand.

"I'm Alice,"she introduced herself.

I didn't shake her hand, I just looked at her with a confused expression.

The tiny girl in front of me let her hand drop and looked around awkwardly.

"So.. umm... I guess, I'll see you around?"

She stated it like a question, which was quite stupid knowing that we would see each other again.

I let the little Tinkerbell be and turned around, looking at my schedule.

Next I had Classical Ballet in Studio 8.

I found the Studio fairly easy and dropped down on the floor again, once I was inside.

Again, I got serious looks from my fellow students and I just stared back

I noticed that there were only girls in this class and I had seen some of them in the class before.

A short woman walked in, followed by the pianist and clapped her hands.

"Alright girls, positions," she called.

The girls all quickly scrambled around to get into position in front of the mirror.

"Let me see what you have been working on. Groups of four."

Again, the girls quickly rearranged themselves, although they had mostly already been standing in groups.

"We'll start in front with the group on the right side. Mr. Williams, please be so kind," the little teacher made a hand gesture in the direction of the piano in the corner and the guy sitting at it, immediately started playing. As soon as the music started playing the four girls in he group closest to me started dancing. En pointe, legs up and all of that crap.

They weren't perfectly synchronized, but they tried.

And then came a little leap for them to do in my direction when the teacher's gaze finally settled on me.

"Mr. Williams," she called softly, but the demand in her voice was clear to hear.

Mr. Williams immediately stopped playing and the girls all came to a halt.

"And who are you, miss?" the teacher asked me, obviously confused by my presence.

"New student," I replied lightly.

"Well, if that is the case then why are you not standing next to me in your dancing gear, watching the other girls dance?"

"Umm... I didn't know that that's what I'm supposed to be doing," I replied lightly and shrugged.

"Miss Houston, our new student isn't exactly known for her manners," a girl chimed up.

My gaze zeroed in on her and I recognized her as the blonde that Victoria had spoken to earlier.

She smirked back at me.

"I'm not sure if that is for you to say Miss Denali. You can't possible know her any longer than I do," Miss Houston responded.

"She was in our Technique class earlier and had been fairly disrespectful toward Madam Justins," the other blonde beside Blondie No. 1 chimed up. Different than Blondie no. 1 there was no sneer on her face, which was probably for the best. She would only end up getting wrinkles.

"Very well, I will have a little chat with Madam Esme after class," she looked at me while saying this, "But for now, I want you girls to show me that routine once more and try to be a bit more in sync. I'm pretty sure that all of did better last year at Rhythmic dancing. Now our new student should be right beside me."

She clapped her hands together once more and all the girls arranged themselves in their previous positions. I reluctantly got up and went to stand more or less next to Miss Houston. I made sure to keep a certain distance between us.

Mr. Williams started playing again and for the next ninety minutes I was forced to watch these girls mess up on Batterrie after another. I sighed inwardly.

Out of the three groups there was just one that actually managed to work together.

"Very well, girls. One more pirouette, a plié and then we are done for today," Miss Houston finally announced.

The girls did was they were told, all of them stretching out their arms slowly when Mr. Williams let his music come to an end.

They actually clapped when he was done playing and curtsied before Miss Houston dismissed them.

I was about to leave the room as well but Miss Houston called me back.

"Miss Swan, I would appreciate it when you would be wearing something a little more adequate to my class. I don't expect to be taking part but at least wear something a bit... lighter," she said to me and then walked out of the studio.

Looking after her, I tried to remember when I had told her my name.

Looking at my schedule I realized that it was lunch break now. Just then I noticed that Madam Esme or Mrs. Cullen had never actually told me where the cafeteria was.

As soon as I walked out of the studio, I just started to trail behind the mass, who were all headed for the back yard. I hadn't realized that there were a few more little building at the back until I saw them on my way to the cafeteria, which happened to be in once of them.

I just casually strolled around and somehow ended up in line with a tray in my hands. Don't ask me how that happened.

Hopefully, they served some edible food around here otherwise I would have to starve in my time being here. Although that would be a pretty good reason for the school not to be serving any decent food. Lot's of dancers put themselves through some crazy diets.

"What do you want to eat, honey?" the lunch lady asked me when it was my turn.

"What you got?"

"Cesar salad, rice with lightly buttered vegetables and vegetarian lasagna."

I frowned t that. I didn't know why I was so naive sometimes, but still I had been hoping for cheese fries.

"Lasagna, please," I sighed.

The plate she handed over me looked pretty decent so I forgot momentarily about my disappointment at not getting any fries.

I grabbed a diet coke and turned around to face the mess that always took place in cafeterias.

The way I stood there with my tray in my hands, not knowing where I could sit kind of reminded me of the very same situation one year ago.

Back then it had been also a new school after I had just moved in with my Dad.

I hated being the new kid.

Adjusting to new things like that wasn't really something I was comfortable with.

I spotted an empty table at the far side of the cafeteria and quickly crossed the room to get seated.

Once I sat and turned to my food, the full force of home sickness kicked in.

Normally, I would be sitting at a table with Rina and Felix while the rest of them were running around the place goofing off until Dimitri appeared and called them all to order.

Until then Jake and Seth usually got rid of heir food in some way that didn't involve digesting it and bothered rest of us with disgusting stories of how the lunch ladies contaminated the food.

We usually ended up ditching class and grab something from the nearest McDonald's.

I smiled at the thought. The good old times.

Just then my hone started ringing.

I fished it out of my pocket and grinned when I looked at the caller ID.

"Bells, you need to come back home fast," Felix shouted on the other end, not giving me the chance to say anything at all.

"What have you guys done this time?" I asked.

"Nothing," Seth reassured me, letting me realize that I was on speaker, "We just miss our little doll."

I snorted and threw my feet on the chair next to me.

"I'm not your doll."

"But you are our princess," Felix noted.

I rolled my eyes.

The title they had insisted on giving me was just plain ridiculous.

"You know that I tried on many occasions," Dimitri replied. "But at this point I agree with them that you are our Princess. No offense, Rina."

"Y'all don't appreciate me as much as y'all should. I'm gon' be joinin' Bellsie in that tutu school and then you'll see who's the princess," she muttered.

"Probably Seth," I joked, causing the guys to laugh apart from Seth who was complaining.

"Aw man, bells. See, it's not the same without you. Our prince is all depressed and shit and you are somewhere in nowhere wiggling your ass around in some tutu," Nahuel said. "I didn't even get to apologize properly."

"You apologized about a hundred times before I was shipped off. I'm telling you that it's not your fault. It's Charlie and his stupid way of thinking."

"Well, you better be not finding a new stick to shove it up your-"

"Prince, prince...relax," I interrupted Dimitri.

"Did you guys hear that?" Tyler called excitedly. "She called him Prince. I knew that there was something. I always told you that there was something going on between those two."

"Uhh..."

"Just because she called him Prince?" Felix asked him in confusion.

"You're such a loser, Tyler. Just shut the hell up," Rina said.

I sighed.

He whole Prince and Princess business started up right about the time when Dimitri introduced me to the rest. He was apparently the "Prince" of the crew and since we appeared to be pretty cozy they thought I was his girlfriend and called me his princess.

"Alright, chica. We gotta leave ya. Make sure to call us anytime you need to talk, alright?" Felix said.

"Yeah, I'll do that."

"Okay, we love you princess."

"Bye, Bella," the rest of them chorused.

"Bye, guys. Don't go ruining our reputation without me."

I heard their protests when I closed the phone, smiling at their antics.

It was right after I put my phone away that I noticed once again how everyone was staring at me.

Even some of the teachers.

I scowled and hurried to finish my food.

As soon as I was done I got up and left the cafeteria, making sure to glare at as many people as I could manage.

Once I was outside, I looked t my schedule again.

My next class was Musical History. It sounded pretty boring but at least it would involve any more dancing- I was already fed up with that.

I made my way to the assigned classroom slowly, since the lunch break wasn't over yet and eventually ended up in the right room.

Since the classroom was empty I just got seated at the back corner and leaned back, closing my eyes.

The peace and quiet that surrounded me, caused me to drift off.

"Concentrate Bella. Again from the top. Third Position and go."

I turned my feet out in the right ankle and took a deep breath.

The music came on and I started the routine again

I brought my arms up slowly in time with the music.

I concentrated fully on the soft piano music.

Rising on the platforms of my pointe shoes, I made a slow pirouette.

The the music picked up and I turned faster- turning the simple pirouette into fouettes.

Everything around me blurred but I didn't care about that.

When the tune of the music changed I quickly made the transition from fouettes to a triple run and then continued to make little steps in time with the music, which was just getting faster.

I was used to fast combinations and steps, but this was different than my usual dances.

I had to change so quickly from turns to jumps and steps again that it was hard to stay in time with the music.

Just then the music stopped making me halt in my movements.

I looked over at my mother, who stood next to the stereo and looked at me with raised eyebrows.

I bit my lip as I looked at her.

"I messed up again, didn't I?"

Mom just looked at me.

With a groan of frustration and dropped myself to the ground.

"I'm never gonna get it right. It's too fast. My technique is not that good yet."

Mom walked over to me and sat down beside me.

"I know that it is harder than the things you usually do, but I'm sure that you can do it. I wouldn't teach you this if I didn't have absolute faith in you," she said.

"But Mom this is the routine that let you win the American Ballet Competition. There is no way I'm ever gonna learn that. I'm not nearly as good as you were."

She lifted my head, making me look at her.

"That is not true. You are a way better dancer than I ever could have been. You have extraordinary feet and more passion than I ever had. I see the look in your eyes when you dance. It makes you happy, right?"

I only nodded.

"See, that is one of the thins that make you so great. That and the fact that you have the greatest teacher alive."

She grinned and I smiled at her in return.

"Tell you what, we go and get some ice cream and then we'll go down to beach and soak up some rays. You need a break."

"Sounds good."

"Good? It sounds fantastic. Come on, my little Bellarina."

"Hey Rebel, do you mind moving your feet of my chair?" I heard a voice asked.

I opened my eyes and looked confusedly at the face in front of me.

The expression on that face was definitely not a friendly one, but that didn't distract me from noticed that the girl in front of me was beautiful.

She was a blonde, had blue eyes and taking in her full appearance I realized that she was the complete opposite of me.

With a sigh I moved me legs off her chair.

She sent me a tight lipped smile and sat down.

Until then I hadn't noticed the tiny girl behind her.

It was the one who had introduced herself as Alice earlier today.

She looked at me with wide eyes, probably recognizing me before she smiled at me and got seated as well.

The blonde had watched the one-sided exchanged and quirked an eyebrow.

"Don't tell me that you befriended her," she said to Tinkerbell, throwing a doubtful look in my direction.

"I've met her before. She's in my technique class," Tinkerbell replied with a light shrug.

"So you really are a student here?" the blonde now asked me.

"Yeah."

She scanned me once quickly and raised both her eyebrows this time.

"You're different," she then noted.

"What makes you think that," I asked her sarcastically.

She huffed in response and reached up into her hair. She pulled the ribbon out, letting her long blond hair fall to her shoulders in slight waves.

She ruffled through it once and let out a sigh of relief.

"I'm Rosalie," she introduced herself without looking at me.

I looked at her and then Tinkerbell and wondered what exactly the deal with those two was.

Everyone else in this place made sure to stay away from me so why didn't they.

"Bella," I replied automatically.

The teacher had already started class talking some boring stuff about Mozart's father.

"So I take it that you are not here voluntarily?" Rosalie asked, looking ahead to create the illusion that she was paying attention.

"That's right."

Rosalie only nodded and didn't say anything else for the rest of class.

She once turned to whisper something to Alice, but I didn't care enough to try and pay attention to that.

My next class was English Lit. Back when I was still schooling in Jacksonville it had been one of my favorite subjects. Nowadays, I hardly even had the time to read.

I let the teacher drone on and on about some tragedy and just tuned everything else out.

I did that for the rest of the day. By the time my final class ended I felt like a robot.

Just when I entered my new room, I was assaulted by Victoria.

"Bella, good thing that you are here. Irina and I just made room for you in the closet- the right part is yours. You get the upper bed and the bottom drawer of the dresser is yours. I don't mind you using my make up or anything but if you empty it, you'll have to buy it. Okay, I think that's it. I'm gonna head out now. See ya later."

She skipped out of the room, leaving me alone with one of the blondes I had seen twice in class already today.

"I'm Irina Sullivan. A few basic rules: No stupid pranks. No loud music. No alcohol in this room. If you must need in here, clean up after yourself and don't ever do anything that gets me in trouble as well. Understood?"

I gaped at her for a moment before I slowly nodded my head.

"Great. Just so that you know. Dinner is at six and curfew is at nine."

With these words she also left the room, leaving me to just stand there a bit dumbfounded.

Seemed like Irina and I would get along just great... or not.

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