“I’m Mr. Silver, Rosalie
Stephens?” A tall grey haired man stood in front of her
with a mustache that was also grey. “Um, yes.” She
looked up. “Okay, I’ll call you Rose.”
“Fine with me.” He taught his lesson, which felt like
forever. She got her notes and books out and wrote down what she
could. Some people were still looking at her. “Class
dismissed.” Mr. Silver said and sat down. Everyone ran out
of there like there was a free car waiting in the hallway to the
first person. “Hi, I’m Julie Moore.” A blonde,
thin, blue eyed, girl in pink stood over her. Talk about trouble.
“This is Maria Hill and Alison Parker.” Two thin
wannabe-like girls stood behind her. Talk about a clique much.
“Hi,” she said forcing a smile. “Rosalie
Stephens.” “Hi Rose. Welcome, we should hang out some
time. You know.. Get to know each other!” Julie turned and
the others followed. “Wow..” Was all Rosalie can say.
Eric introduced Rosalie to a few of his
friends at lunch. Taylor Lewis, a brunette who loved acting and
was so charismatic. Michael Walsh, a brown haired boy who loved
art. They all thought he was gay. hey all spoke a little and
introduced themselves. “Who’s that? Rosalie pointed
to a tall guy with dark hair, green eyes, kind of mysterious
looking. “That’s Scott Bell. Legend says he was born
dancing. He’s the dancing alpha. Not so interactive. Always
by himself.“ Taylor said in a spooky voice. “Really?
I love dancing. Are there any studios around here? “Are
there any studios around here?“ Eric repeated.
“Overbrook is the place for dancing. I mean, I know an
exclusive place where Scott goes. I’ll take you after
school.” Eric looked around. What was he looking for?
“Okay, well I’ll go talk to Scott.” Rosalie
whirled around. Michael gasped “No!” “He
won’t eat me.” Then walk towards him.
“Hey. I’m Rosalie Stephens, I uh, just moved here
from Jersey. I hear you’re the dancing alpha in town.
Yeah, back in Jersey I had your title. Anyways, where’s a
good studio here?” Little did Rosalie know the whole room
was looking at her. All Scott did was laugh. “I’m
sorry, am I amusing? Do I have something on my face?
What?” Rosalie was now nervous. “Wow, I can tell
you’re new, you’re speaking to me.” Scott
smiled. He was good looking, did people admire from afar?
“Wow, well, should I go? Should I not be speaking to
you?” She knew she sounded nervous. “Naah, you can
stay. Anyways, the best dancing place is called Overbrook
Studios, have your posse over there show you where it is. If
you know you can dance, go there. They have to accept you
there. But look at you, you have that sweet innocent look. You
can’t dance.” He kept chuckling. “I bet I can
dance better than you.” She said that a little too loud
so the whole room was like “Oooh,” she even heard
some people say burn in the background. “You’re
on.”
She went back to her table and finished her
salad. “I can’t believe you just did that.
You’re going to get creamed and humiliated. This guy is
good.” Michael bit his nails. “Yeah? Well I’m
better.” She smiled. After school everyone met up and
they were on their way to the studio. She sent her mom a
message that she’d be home late.
