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As the title says, just a few more chapters and then I'm DONE! I'm sooo excited!
And thanks to Lucy101_is back for making my book cover!
My name is Charlottle Von Buckingham. Yes, that's Von Buckingham, daughter of the
used-to-be prima ballerina, Annabelle Von Buckingham. I'm a dancer, too. I didn't really
have a choice. According to my mother, she stopped dancing when I was born, I guess so she
could take care of me. Ever since i was three years old, up untill I was seven, my mom has
been teaching me ballet and making me work really hard. I suppose she wants me to be so
good that when i grow up and get a family, I won't have a choice; I'll have to keep
dancing. However, despite me mother's used-to-be fame, my family did not have alot of
money, so we couldn't afford for me to go to proper ballet classes, or to buy a dance
unifrom. For so long, I badly wanted a shiny black leotard, stretchy pink tights, and
warm, soft, purple leg warmers. But most of all, I wanted real, satin, baby's breath pink
ballet shoes. And when I was seven, after The Accident, I was so sure that I would never
get them. Untill I turned 16.
Chapter 1: The Accident
When I was little, I grew up in a small town in Michigan. I was a tomboy, complete with
dirty, calloused feet from running around with no shoes on, a worn out, faded, plaid red
dress from wearing it everyday, shining emerald green eyes, due to my good nature, and a
very messy head of short, thick, red hair in need of a serious trim. I would run around,
climb trees, dig in my front yard....all with my very best friend, Zack.
I had other friends, of course. There was tiny little Sally, who was one year younger than
me, and who always played peacemaker. And there was Tom, aslo called Tommy, who was very
kind and had a crush on me.
But Zack was the best of them all. He was part of some strange clan that had weird
clothes, or so my little seven year old mind thought. He lived with his mom and had spiky
black-blue hair, dark, brown, serious eyes, and reminded me of a spy, or a ninja, because
of the sly way he moved and his awesome karate skills. The story I head was that his
father abused he and his mom, so they ran away from him and the clan. Apparently, he had a
very bad past, and din't like to talk about where he came from.
Well, after awhile, I cought a crush on him, and was convinced that we would someday
marry. Poor Zack never noticed how I looked at him, how I tried so hard to show off for
him so that he would like me back. I didn't mind, though. I was just happy we could play
Then came Penny. She moved into the house next to Zack's, therefore she pent alot of time
with him. Penny had long pink hair and chocolate brown eyes. She was short, and the first
impression she gave to everyone was funny, sweet, and cute. But i soon learned that there
was nothing funny or sweet about her.
One time, just after she moved, when I was six years old, penny, Zack, and I were all
playing in Zack's front yard. It was a muddy day, and we were being a little dumb and
started up a game of tag. When penny was "it", she tagged me, but it was more like a
punch. I lost my balance from the hit and fell into the mud. Zack ran inside to get me a
towel. While he was gone, I discovered Penny's hidden nature.
"Jeez, you can hit really hard!" I said, examining my dress for stains.
"Shut up," snapped Penny. My head jerked up. I was not surprised, exactly, of the harsh
tone in her voice, more of the actual words she said. I was not allowed to say 'shut up'.
"You may have been Zack's friend longer, but I'm more like him. I come from the same place
as him, and left for the same reasons. haven't you noticed? We both know karate and how to
fight. What about you? You run around and get dirty the same as us, but to you it's just
for fun. Zack and I were tought how to fight to survive. I can understand what Zack
went through, but you can't, which means that no matter how hard you try. Zack will like
me better than you. And someday me and Zack will marry!"
Of course, Penny didn't say all this in so many words. but over the year that's what she
implied. And i came to hate her, just as she hated me. We were always competing for Zack's
attention, but I felt like she was always better. He played with her alot, and I was stuck
with Sally and Tom. Not that they were bad or anything, but I was becoming slightly
obsessed with Zack.
Then, in my seventh year of life, came the horrible day that my life changed forever. I
had been working on something to impress Zack for some time now, and was ready to show
him. i went to his backyard were he and Penny were playing with a kickball.
"Hey, Zack, I wanna show you something!" I called.
"OK," said Zack. He was always a boy of few words.
I walked over to where the two were standing and reached into my pocket. My hand closed
around a small, square box. I pulled it out, revealing: a box of matches. I gathered up
some leaves and put them in a huge pile, then smoothing them out so that they covered the
ground completely. I then found a long, good-sized stick and proceded to light a match and
set one end of the stick on fire. Penny and Zack gasped. I waved the stick around and made
many cool designs in the air; a heart, and star, and my name. Noting the jealousy in
Penny's eyes and the awe in Zack's, I walked over to the leaves and bent down. I used the
stick as a sort of writing utensil, and made a giant, flaming heart on the leaves, writing
"C" on one side and "Z" on the other. Then I blew out the fire on the stick.
My plan was to finally win Zack over once and for all that day. I was hoping to impress
Zack by my heart. i then stood with my back to the firey leaves.
"The fire will go out in a few seconds," I explained. "Zack, then you can see what I
wrote!" I started backing up, thinking that by the time I got to the heart the fire would
be gone. "Did you like the fire show, Penny?" I looked over at Penny and Zack, and
everything I am about to describe happened all in the same instant.
I saw fear in Penny's eyes, which quickly turned to smugness. Zack started screaming and
ran towards me. This may seem impossible for a seven year old girl to notice in another
person's eyes, but I have found that i am very good at reading eyes. And in Penny's, there
was oppritunity. Oppritunity to finally get rid of me.
She ran towards me, and to anyone else it would have looked like she was going to help me
like Zack. But I knew. I knew what she was doing and I couldn't stop it, because the fire
was right behind me, and in another second, Penny had tripped over a stick, had started to
fall, and put her hands on my shoulder as if to keep herself upright.
This all resulted in my falling back into the fire.
Zack had tunred the hose one, and doused the flames. Though it had only been about 5
seconds, my right leg was burning. i had only landed partly on the fire, and so my
leg was the only thing that got burned. For a moment it was silent, except for the water
dripping from the hose and the sizzle of the smoke on the leaves. I looked at Penny; she
was trying to look like she was sorry for me. I looked at Zack; he looked like he was
about to faint. And then I started screaming.
After that, I was rushed to the hospital. My leg was burned to badly; it had to be
amputated. I was only seven, and I had only one leg. I recieved many visitors; neighbors,
family, and friends. Zack came a few times, but didn't say much. After awhile he stopped
visiting. Penny and her mother came by once. Her mom had been smiling, but I could tell it
was fake. Penny just stared at the ground and mumbled the usual; I'm sorry, I hope you
get better, blah blah blah. they only stayed for twenty mintues, but right before they
left, Penny looked up at me and hissed, "Both of you legs and arms should have been
burned," and then left.
Chapter one conclusion.