Story Of Us [2c/?]
anonymous
August 14 2011, 10:43:34 UTC
They took notes for a long period, the entire room silent except for the soft voice of Miss Nguyen and the scritchings of pens and pencils on paper.
“Please do problems one through four in your notebook.”
She thought very hard for several minutes, until she eventually sighed and held her head in her hands. She was never going to get this, ever-ever-ever-
“Would you like some help?”
Madeline was startled for a moment at the soft voice of Kiyoko next to her. Her dark brown eyes were gentle as they stared down at the blonde’s (quite blank) answers.
“Um, yes, please,” she answered, feeling a bit bashful. “This was the Honors book back at my old school, and I’ve missed a lot…”
Kiyoko was very understanding as she helped Madeline through the problems, correcting her whenever she made - or began to make - a mistake. By the time they had gotten through all four problems, the blonde was feeling a lot less confused and very grateful.
Miss Nguyen smiled as she called on Madeline. “Talk us through problem one, please.”
She did so confidently, feeling particularly happy with herself as she finished, knowing it was correct and done properly. As they went onto problem two, she whispered a “Thank you” to Kiyoko, accompanying it with a smile.
The Japanese girl smiled back. “You are welcome.”
Class ended for the day, and as Madeline began putting her things away, Kiyoko spoke to her again.
“Would you like some tutoring?” she asked, her things already put neatly away in a binder. “If not for general help, just for you to catch up.”
“That would be great,” the blonde said, smiling gratefully. “Thank you so much.”
“Would you like to meet up in the library?”
“Uhm, sure. Does five o’clock work alright?” She didn’t know if Kiyoko had clubs or sports or anything, and was nervous about staying out particularly late from the dorm. Not to mention, she would have to have Chelle bring her or tell her where the library was, as she had no clue.
“Yes, that is fine.”
Madeline noticed that Kiyoko had a rather formal way of speaking, not usually using conjugations, and a slight accent. She thought that English might be a secondary language for her, and perhaps, she learned it (mostly) out of a book. Either way, she seemed very nice - and, not to mention, very good at math. She would definitely be a good classmate to have if she was to get through this course from hell.
The first bell rang then, signaling for all the students to get to their Second Hour classes. Chelle came up to give her a quick hug outside of the D building, saying, “Sorry, but I have to go to B. Good luck.”
Madeline sighed in despair, and began to head across the campus to the M building, hoping that she wouldn’t embarrass herself in Ballet class.
Of course, that was asking for a miracle. -- AN: I had to do a lot of research on the Nyotalia characters for this, so forgive me if I have things that aren't quite official/fanon popular.
Marienne is Monaco, based of the fact that a lot of people like the name Marie for her, but since fem!France isn't going to be in this anyway and I like her name a lot more, I stole it. 8D And the name Grimalda is a feminine version of what is or was the royal family of Monaco's surname.
Louise, is, of course, fem!Germany. I really wanted to have her be a student, but I couldn't think of anyone better.
Rowena is fem!Austria. I took the name from Harry Potter, fyi. And therefore, I used the format and put in an R last name, too.
Quyen Nguyen is Vietnam. Quyen means 'bird', and Nguyen is a very common surname. I made her the math teacher because, quite frankly, all the Vietnamese people I know are amazing at math. I'm so lucky I have one of my Vietnamese friends sitting behind me in math. ;^;
Alicia is, yes, another fem!America. I couldn't think anybody that knew US Government better than America! However, there's a trick between Alicia and Amelia. I like to think Alicia is more the official Nyotalia. I imagine Amelia with long, straight hair that's usually in a ponytail, compared to the short, curly hair. (you'll find out the relations soon)
I also the common fanon Nyotalia name for Japan is Sakura, but ever since watching Naruto I absolutely loathe that name. Plus, I like to think Kiyoko is a lot more elegant.
Story of Us [3/?]
anonymous
September 15 2011, 00:27:12 UTC
quick AN: all the new chapters will be in reply to 2c, just because I don't wanna confuse anyone with the new fill down there. ^^ -- The door to the dance room was quite locked when she pulled at it, and, with embarrassment, knocked at the door in hopes of somebody opening it. The woman who did open it was slender, but curvy woman with silvery blonde hair pulled back into a neat bun. Her eyes were cold as she stared down Madeline.
“You know the rules,” she said, speaking in almost monotone. “Why do you use this door?”
“U-Uh, I’m a, ah, new student,” Madeline stuttered, fumbling to get her schedule. “I-I didn’t know I couldn’t use this door, ahm, I’m sorry…”
“Ah,” she said, her face softening and then taking the schedule to read it quickly. “Alright, then, you’re fine.” She took Madeline by the shoulder, coaxing her into the dance studio.
“We have a few rules in this classroom. First, please take off your shoes.” She did so, a bit clumsily. “I will get you a set of a leotard and ballet tights. However, if you wish for ballet shoes or anything extra, you must buy them on your own time. Your parent or guardian has already paid for the leotard and tights, and tomorrow I will request that you dress into them. I will also give you a locker and a lock at the end of class today. That is all, da?”
Madeline nodded her head briefly, and it wasn’t until now that she realized that the teacher had a slightly heavy Russian accent, and almost facepalmed. Her name was Braginskya, after all.
The girls who had gotten there earlier than she had had formed a circle, some talking quietly amongst themselves, others sitting silently. Madeline sat next to another girl with silvery-blonde hair, much like Ms Braginskya.
“Hello,” the girl greeted, gazing at her curiously. “You actually want to sit next to me?”
Madeline blinked. “W-Well, why would I make a judgment of you if I don’t even know you yet?”
The girl smiled. “I’m Natalya. Most people think I’m sick because I’m in love with my sister.”
Okay, so maybe it was a little odd and just a tad illegal, but it didn’t mean the girl wasn’t nice or generally normal and not worth being friends with. Besides, Madeline was a little abnormal herself, so she knew how it felt.
“Madeline,” she replied quietly.
Natalya raised an eyebrow. “That doesn’t freak you out?”
“It’s a bit strange,” Madeline admitted. “But it’s not like you torture cats or something.”
The other girl gave her an odd look. “Why would I torture cats?”
Story of Us [3b/?]
anonymous
September 15 2011, 00:29:50 UTC
Natalya laughed, and Madeline noticed all the girls staring at them, whispering to each other. Instantly, she felt nervous. Coming here was all about making more friends, wasn’t it? And wasn’t she losing so many potential friends by befriending Natalya?
But, her conscience told her, one true friend is worth more than a hundred fake friends.
She decided her conscience was right, and was so happy her conscience was so right all the time.
She vaguely noticed everyone else was dressed in the uniform Ms Braginskya had mentioned earlier, although some had legwarmers or ballet skirts in addition.
“What’s your next class?” Natalya asked, and Madeline turned her attention to the girl now.
“Uhm, Honors French 3-4,” she said, remembering her schedule.
“Are you, like, a sophomore or something? That’s not a first-level class…” Obviously, Natalya was a freshman, and the blonde didn’t dwell on the fact that this was a freshman course.
“No, I’m a freshman,” she explained. “But I speak French at home, so they just put me in a higher level course.”
“Oh, you’re French?” Natalya seemed extremely interested for some reason unbeknownst to her. But she humored Natalya’s curiosity and answered her question.
“My father is,” she said. “I grew up on Franglish.”
Just as Natalya opened her mouth and was about to reply, the class began as Ms Braginskya began taking role. Usually she called off the names, until she got to the end, and Madeline was surprised. “Natalya’s here, and so is Miss Madeline?”
“Uhm, yes,” Madeline said a bit sheepishly, then glanced over at the girl next to her and whispered, “Why is it she only said our first names?”
“Because I’m her sister and you’re my friend,” she replied in a duh tone.
Madeline blinked.
Oh. Oh. Oh.
Suddenly, it all made sense. She was in love with her sister and her sister was Ms Braginskya, and that’s why all the girls knew about it. That’s why they had the same silvery hair and the same Russian accent. She wanted to facepalm herself for not realizing it earlier.
“Oh,” she said simply, summarizing her entire complicated thought process in one word.
Story of Us [3c/?]
anonymous
September 15 2011, 00:36:04 UTC
herself for not realizing it earlier.
“Oh,” she said simply, summarizing her entire complicated thought process in one word.
“Alright,” Ms Braginskya - rather, Natalya’s sister - began, motioning for them all to stand up. “Go to your barre placements. Miss Madeline, you may sit out for the day. But I expect to be dressed out tomorrow and ready to dance. I’m sure Natalya can help you.” She then frowned, then turned her head to the right. “Miss Im Yong! Why are you talking?”
Ballet went by fairly quickly, especially with Madeline not participating at all. She watched the barre exercises with a tid bit of interest. She cringed when Ms Braginskya ordered them to stand on rélévé for five minutes, arms in fifth position. Not to mention doing it five times? She could already feel her feet aching.
When she was given her uniform, lock and locker number at the end of class, she retreated into the locker room along with the rest of the class. She noticed that most of the girls had bandages or some kind of cushions around their ankles, no doubt to help with pain from countless days of doing…that.
She followed the numbers to Locker 206, and found Natalya half undressed, putting back on her uniform right next to her new locker.
“Our lockers are right next to each other,” Madeline said, surprised, but smiled nonetheless.
Natalya, however, wasn’t surprised in the least. She just smiled and said, “Of course. After all, the most room is next to me.”
It was now that she did indeed notice that there was no other girl next to her, all of the grouping together at the other wall of lockers. She shrugged inwardly, throwing her ballet clothes in the locker and clicking it shut.
“I have a class in the C building, so I’ll walk with you,” Natalya said as the bell rung, smiling at the slightly shorter girl. “Let’s go, da?”
As they were walking, Madeline took this as an opportunity to examine her more closely. She has the same nose as Ms Braginskya did, strong with an almost perfect slope, tarnished only by a small bump in the middle of the bridge (but she thought it gave it personality). They had the same grey eyes that looked almost violet, smoldering with emotion. Ms Braginskya held herself with graceful arrogance, and even though she was a bit of a pariah, Natalya held herself the same way. She was slenderly built, and although she had a nice figure to her, she wasn’t as curvy as her elder sister. Madeline tilted her head as she noticed something odd.
“Why don’t you have bandages like all the other girls do?” she asked, staring at her bare ankle.
Natalya gave a smile. “Sister never wore one, and it made her all the more stronger. I should be able to cope with the same pain she went through, and therefore receive the same strength.”
Deep, she thought absently. -- AN: dancer!anon uses this from experience...this is what she has to do for technique days in her ballet unit.... It's very painful, and makes the feet and ankles very, very stiff. However, it creates a lot of muscle needed to do other things - like pirouettes, multiple jumps, pique turns, etc.
réléve: standing on your tip-toes, not to be confused with en pointe.
en pointe: literally standing on your toes. This can really only be done with ballet slippers, and it takes years of training before a ballerina is ready enough to do this.
Story of Us [3d/?]
anonymous
September 15 2011, 00:40:21 UTC
Madeline spotted Chelle a moment before the other girl did. She watched the darker girl’s face light up and rush to hug her, ushering her other friends over to meet her. Her expression dampened significantly when she noticed the other girl, making an awkward greeting.
“Er, hello Natalya.”
She regarded Chelle coldly, looking at her with arrogance and contempt. “Michelle. Do excuse me, I have class.” She turned to the blonde, a warm smile on her face. “Bye, Madeline! I hope we have another class together.”
“Me too,” she responded with a smile.
As soon as she was out of distance, Chelle hissed in her ear, “Why are you friends with Natalya Braginskya?”
Madeline shrugged. “She’s nice. She’s an outcast, I’m a new kid. We just fit.”
Chelle shook her head. “Well, I can’t make you choose your friends, but she makes me scared for my life. Those glares.”
Madeline didn’t particularly care about Chelle’s opinion to Natalya, and she was glad that Chelle wasn’t one of those “You can’t have a friend I don’t like!” people.
She gulped as she entered the room, resisting the feeling to cling to Chelle’s arm. All the students look so much bigger than her! Upperclassmen, no doubt, and they were scary and terrifying and -
“Hey, Lizzy, this is my new roommate, Madeline.”
- and Chelle was talking to one!
Lizzy was another girl with a light, even, natural tan that practically radiated warmth, and it made Madeline feel very, very, very pale in comparison to all the other girls.
As the blonde was about to open her mouth and stutter out what would probably be a very awkward greeting, their attention was ripped back to the door.
“Don’t worry, the awesome me is here, you can start class now!”
At once, everyone in the classroom rolled their eyes and stared pointedly at the girl who, to Madeline’s surprise was paler than her…and blonder than her…and-
Story of Us [3e/?]
anonymous
September 15 2011, 00:51:28 UTC
“Will you shut up, Gertie?” Lizzy said, sneering at the other girl before breaking out into a playful smile.
She narrowed her red - They’re red! Does no one see something wrong with this? - eyes at the brunette. “It’s Gitta. You know, German for ‘the exalted one’? Or, in modern day terms, ‘the awesome one’?”
“That’s Lizzy’s girlfriend,” Chelle explained, whispering the words into the blonde’s ear. “She’s an albino, and proclaims herself to be the ‘most awesome’ person on the earth. To piss her off, we call her Gertie.”
“You know, I was quite in the middle of something,” Lizzy snapped, glaring pointedly at the pair of feet that now sat in her lap. “Chelle was introducing me to her new roommate.”
“But Liiiiz,” the albino whined, “my feet huuurt.”
“Should’ve thought of that before you wore these ridiculous shoes, huh? Now off.”
Her shoes were quite…painful-looking. They were lace-up boots that went all the way to her knees, with what looked like four-inch pinpoint heels. Her skirt was rolled up to barely cover her ass, showing off practically blinding thighs.
Yeah. Madeline definitely didn’t feel too pale anymore.
The French teacher was a small, petite woman who spoke with a heavy French accent, even in her English. If she wasn’t so used to listening to her father, Madeline probably wouldn’t understand a word she said.
“Ah, nous avons nouvelle élève en classe aujourd’hui,” she drawled, gesturing to Madeline to stand up. “Présente-tu, s'il te plaît.”
Madeline blushed and she stood up, stumbling over words that were from her own native language. “Uhm, bonjour. Je m’appelle Madeline, et j’ai quinze ans. Erm, je suis canadienne, et j’habite à Quebeçois avant que je vivais ici. Le français est une des ma langue maternelle, ainsi que l’anglais.”
She got very nervous for a moment, when she got very many dumb looks from the students and a very approving smile from the teacher.
“Well,” Ms. Grimalda began, nodding her head sharply to let the blonde know she could sit, “you used some very advanced vocabulaire there, ne c’est pas? And you said French is one of your native languages?”
Madeline nodded. “Yes, my father raised me bilingually… He’s originally from France.”
“I see, well, let’s go over some new vocabulaire, non? Then maybe a listening activité…”
-- AN: I understand that people who are bilingual in both French and English usually wouldn't speak in the same way Monaco is, but I'm going off my own French teacher, and this is what she does all the time.
nous avons nouvelle élève en classe aujourd’hui: We have a new student in class today.
Présente-tu, s'il te plaît: Present yourself, please (informal). Formal would be "Présentez-vous, s'il vous plaît."
Je m’appelle Madeline, et j’ai quinze ans.: My name is Madeline, and I'm 15 years old.
je suis canadienne, et j’habité à Quebeçois avant je vivais ici.: I'm Canadian, and I lived in Quebec before I came here.
Le français est une des ma langue maternelle, ainsi que l’anglais: French is my native language, as well as English.
Ne c'est pas: a saying for "isn't that right?"
If there's anything else anyone has a question about in terms of translation, I would love to clarify. also, some things I had to use a translator for. I'm in H3-4 French as well, so she really was using advanced vocabulary. ^^;
Story of Us [3f/?]
anonymous
September 15 2011, 00:57:04 UTC
Well, that class was certainly…interesting. After all, how could it not be, when every time there were two males in the listening activity/scenario, Lizzy would whisper to Madeline, “They’re totally gay for each other, you know,” to which Gitta would roll her eyes, and Chelle would nod obediently and say, “Probably.”
So, she was now friends with a lesbian upperclassman who was obsessed with yaoi, and her ‘awesome’ albino girlfriend. Well, not the typical kind of friends she would expect, but welcome nonetheless.
Her next class was Government and, once more, she had to walk across campus from E to L. Admittedly, this one wasn’t as bad as most of them, but it was still a pretty bad walk.
The first thing she spotted when she walked into Government almost made her heart stop and her feet trip over themselves and-and-and -
Amelia was in this class with her. -- quick AN: ...so this was totally gonna be longer and actually go into class with Amelia, but school has killed me completely. All honors classes + frequent notebook checks in said classes + various clubs + the fact that in need 30 volunteer hours at the end of the semester + i'm trying to find work + the fact I kind of fail at math has made me kind of...not have time to do, well, anything besides school.
I promise to try and get the next chapter out faster? D:
“Please do problems one through four in your notebook.”
She thought very hard for several minutes, until she eventually sighed and held her head in her hands. She was never going to get this, ever-ever-ever-
“Would you like some help?”
Madeline was startled for a moment at the soft voice of Kiyoko next to her. Her dark brown eyes were gentle as they stared down at the blonde’s (quite blank) answers.
“Um, yes, please,” she answered, feeling a bit bashful. “This was the Honors book back at my old school, and I’ve missed a lot…”
Kiyoko was very understanding as she helped Madeline through the problems, correcting her whenever she made - or began to make - a mistake. By the time they had gotten through all four problems, the blonde was feeling a lot less confused and very grateful.
Miss Nguyen smiled as she called on Madeline. “Talk us through problem one, please.”
She did so confidently, feeling particularly happy with herself as she finished, knowing it was correct and done properly. As they went onto problem two, she whispered a “Thank you” to Kiyoko, accompanying it with a smile.
The Japanese girl smiled back. “You are welcome.”
Class ended for the day, and as Madeline began putting her things away, Kiyoko spoke to her again.
“Would you like some tutoring?” she asked, her things already put neatly away in a binder. “If not for general help, just for you to catch up.”
“That would be great,” the blonde said, smiling gratefully. “Thank you so much.”
“Would you like to meet up in the library?”
“Uhm, sure. Does five o’clock work alright?” She didn’t know if Kiyoko had clubs or sports or anything, and was nervous about staying out particularly late from the dorm. Not to mention, she would have to have Chelle bring her or tell her where the library was, as she had no clue.
“Yes, that is fine.”
Madeline noticed that Kiyoko had a rather formal way of speaking, not usually using conjugations, and a slight accent. She thought that English might be a secondary language for her, and perhaps, she learned it (mostly) out of a book. Either way, she seemed very nice - and, not to mention, very good at math. She would definitely be a good classmate to have if she was to get through this course from hell.
The first bell rang then, signaling for all the students to get to their Second Hour classes. Chelle came up to give her a quick hug outside of the D building, saying, “Sorry, but I have to go to B. Good luck.”
Madeline sighed in despair, and began to head across the campus to the M building, hoping that she wouldn’t embarrass herself in Ballet class.
Of course, that was asking for a miracle.
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AN: I had to do a lot of research on the Nyotalia characters for this, so forgive me if I have things that aren't quite official/fanon popular.
Marienne is Monaco, based of the fact that a lot of people like the name Marie for her, but since fem!France isn't going to be in this anyway and I like her name a lot more, I stole it. 8D And the name Grimalda is a feminine version of what is or was the royal family of Monaco's surname.
Louise, is, of course, fem!Germany. I really wanted to have her be a student, but I couldn't think of anyone better.
Rowena is fem!Austria. I took the name from Harry Potter, fyi. And therefore, I used the format and put in an R last name, too.
Quyen Nguyen is Vietnam. Quyen means 'bird', and Nguyen is a very common surname. I made her the math teacher because, quite frankly, all the Vietnamese people I know are amazing at math. I'm so lucky I have one of my Vietnamese friends sitting behind me in math. ;^;
Alicia is, yes, another fem!America. I couldn't think anybody that knew US Government better than America! However, there's a trick between Alicia and Amelia. I like to think Alicia is more the official Nyotalia. I imagine Amelia with long, straight hair that's usually in a ponytail, compared to the short, curly hair. (you'll find out the relations soon)
I also the common fanon Nyotalia name for Japan is Sakura, but ever since watching Naruto I absolutely loathe that name. Plus, I like to think Kiyoko is a lot more elegant.
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The door to the dance room was quite locked when she pulled at it, and, with embarrassment, knocked at the door in hopes of somebody opening it. The woman who did open it was slender, but curvy woman with silvery blonde hair pulled back into a neat bun. Her eyes were cold as she stared down Madeline.
“You know the rules,” she said, speaking in almost monotone. “Why do you use this door?”
“U-Uh, I’m a, ah, new student,” Madeline stuttered, fumbling to get her schedule. “I-I didn’t know I couldn’t use this door, ahm, I’m sorry…”
“Ah,” she said, her face softening and then taking the schedule to read it quickly. “Alright, then, you’re fine.” She took Madeline by the shoulder, coaxing her into the dance studio.
“We have a few rules in this classroom. First, please take off your shoes.” She did so, a bit clumsily. “I will get you a set of a leotard and ballet tights. However, if you wish for ballet shoes or anything extra, you must buy them on your own time. Your parent or guardian has already paid for the leotard and tights, and tomorrow I will request that you dress into them. I will also give you a locker and a lock at the end of class today. That is all, da?”
Madeline nodded her head briefly, and it wasn’t until now that she realized that the teacher had a slightly heavy Russian accent, and almost facepalmed. Her name was Braginskya, after all.
The girls who had gotten there earlier than she had had formed a circle, some talking quietly amongst themselves, others sitting silently. Madeline sat next to another girl with silvery-blonde hair, much like Ms Braginskya.
“Hello,” the girl greeted, gazing at her curiously. “You actually want to sit next to me?”
Madeline blinked. “W-Well, why would I make a judgment of you if I don’t even know you yet?”
The girl smiled. “I’m Natalya. Most people think I’m sick because I’m in love with my sister.”
Okay, so maybe it was a little odd and just a tad illegal, but it didn’t mean the girl wasn’t nice or generally normal and not worth being friends with. Besides, Madeline was a little abnormal herself, so she knew how it felt.
“Madeline,” she replied quietly.
Natalya raised an eyebrow. “That doesn’t freak you out?”
“It’s a bit strange,” Madeline admitted. “But it’s not like you torture cats or something.”
The other girl gave her an odd look. “Why would I torture cats?”
A smile. “Exactly.”
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But, her conscience told her, one true friend is worth more than a hundred fake friends.
She decided her conscience was right, and was so happy her conscience was so right all the time.
She vaguely noticed everyone else was dressed in the uniform Ms Braginskya had mentioned earlier, although some had legwarmers or ballet skirts in addition.
“What’s your next class?” Natalya asked, and Madeline turned her attention to the girl now.
“Uhm, Honors French 3-4,” she said, remembering her schedule.
“Are you, like, a sophomore or something? That’s not a first-level class…” Obviously, Natalya was a freshman, and the blonde didn’t dwell on the fact that this was a freshman course.
“No, I’m a freshman,” she explained. “But I speak French at home, so they just put me in a higher level course.”
“Oh, you’re French?” Natalya seemed extremely interested for some reason unbeknownst to her. But she humored Natalya’s curiosity and answered her question.
“My father is,” she said. “I grew up on Franglish.”
Just as Natalya opened her mouth and was about to reply, the class began as Ms Braginskya began taking role. Usually she called off the names, until she got to the end, and Madeline was surprised. “Natalya’s here, and so is Miss Madeline?”
“Uhm, yes,” Madeline said a bit sheepishly, then glanced over at the girl next to her and whispered, “Why is it she only said our first names?”
“Because I’m her sister and you’re my friend,” she replied in a duh tone.
Madeline blinked.
Oh. Oh. Oh.
Suddenly, it all made sense. She was in love with her sister and her sister was Ms Braginskya, and that’s why all the girls knew about it. That’s why they had the same silvery hair and the same Russian accent. She wanted to facepalm herself for not realizing it earlier.
“Oh,” she said simply, summarizing her entire complicated thought process in one word.
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“Oh,” she said simply, summarizing her entire complicated thought process in one word.
“Alright,” Ms Braginskya - rather, Natalya’s sister - began, motioning for them all to stand up. “Go to your barre placements. Miss Madeline, you may sit out for the day. But I expect to be dressed out tomorrow and ready to dance. I’m sure Natalya can help you.” She then frowned, then turned her head to the right. “Miss Im Yong! Why are you talking?”
Ballet went by fairly quickly, especially with Madeline not participating at all. She watched the barre exercises with a tid bit of interest. She cringed when Ms Braginskya ordered them to stand on rélévé for five minutes, arms in fifth position. Not to mention doing it five times? She could already feel her feet aching.
When she was given her uniform, lock and locker number at the end of class, she retreated into the locker room along with the rest of the class. She noticed that most of the girls had bandages or some kind of cushions around their ankles, no doubt to help with pain from countless days of doing…that.
She followed the numbers to Locker 206, and found Natalya half undressed, putting back on her uniform right next to her new locker.
“Our lockers are right next to each other,” Madeline said, surprised, but smiled nonetheless.
Natalya, however, wasn’t surprised in the least. She just smiled and said, “Of course. After all, the most room is next to me.”
It was now that she did indeed notice that there was no other girl next to her, all of the grouping together at the other wall of lockers. She shrugged inwardly, throwing her ballet clothes in the locker and clicking it shut.
“I have a class in the C building, so I’ll walk with you,” Natalya said as the bell rung, smiling at the slightly shorter girl. “Let’s go, da?”
As they were walking, Madeline took this as an opportunity to examine her more closely. She has the same nose as Ms Braginskya did, strong with an almost perfect slope, tarnished only by a small bump in the middle of the bridge (but she thought it gave it personality). They had the same grey eyes that looked almost violet, smoldering with emotion. Ms Braginskya held herself with graceful arrogance, and even though she was a bit of a pariah, Natalya held herself the same way. She was slenderly built, and although she had a nice figure to her, she wasn’t as curvy as her elder sister. Madeline tilted her head as she noticed something odd.
“Why don’t you have bandages like all the other girls do?” she asked, staring at her bare ankle.
Natalya gave a smile. “Sister never wore one, and it made her all the more stronger. I should be able to cope with the same pain she went through, and therefore receive the same strength.”
Deep, she thought absently.
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AN: dancer!anon uses this from experience...this is what she has to do for technique days in her ballet unit.... It's very painful, and makes the feet and ankles very, very stiff. However, it creates a lot of muscle needed to do other things - like pirouettes, multiple jumps, pique turns, etc.
réléve: standing on your tip-toes, not to be confused with en pointe.
en pointe: literally standing on your toes. This can really only be done with ballet slippers, and it takes years of training before a ballerina is ready enough to do this.
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“Er, hello Natalya.”
She regarded Chelle coldly, looking at her with arrogance and contempt. “Michelle. Do excuse me, I have class.” She turned to the blonde, a warm smile on her face. “Bye, Madeline! I hope we have another class together.”
“Me too,” she responded with a smile.
As soon as she was out of distance, Chelle hissed in her ear, “Why are you friends with Natalya Braginskya?”
Madeline shrugged. “She’s nice. She’s an outcast, I’m a new kid. We just fit.”
Chelle shook her head. “Well, I can’t make you choose your friends, but she makes me scared for my life. Those glares.”
Madeline didn’t particularly care about Chelle’s opinion to Natalya, and she was glad that Chelle wasn’t one of those “You can’t have a friend I don’t like!” people.
She gulped as she entered the room, resisting the feeling to cling to Chelle’s arm. All the students look so much bigger than her! Upperclassmen, no doubt, and they were scary and terrifying and -
“Hey, Lizzy, this is my new roommate, Madeline.”
- and Chelle was talking to one!
Lizzy was another girl with a light, even, natural tan that practically radiated warmth, and it made Madeline feel very, very, very pale in comparison to all the other girls.
As the blonde was about to open her mouth and stutter out what would probably be a very awkward greeting, their attention was ripped back to the door.
“Don’t worry, the awesome me is here, you can start class now!”
At once, everyone in the classroom rolled their eyes and stared pointedly at the girl who, to Madeline’s surprise was paler than her…and blonder than her…and-
...Does she have red eyes?
Well, Madeline didn’t feel quite so pale anymore.
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AN: GUESS WHO 8D
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She narrowed her red - They’re red! Does no one see something wrong with this? - eyes at the brunette. “It’s Gitta. You know, German for ‘the exalted one’? Or, in modern day terms, ‘the awesome one’?”
“That’s Lizzy’s girlfriend,” Chelle explained, whispering the words into the blonde’s ear. “She’s an albino, and proclaims herself to be the ‘most awesome’ person on the earth. To piss her off, we call her Gertie.”
“You know, I was quite in the middle of something,” Lizzy snapped, glaring pointedly at the pair of feet that now sat in her lap. “Chelle was introducing me to her new roommate.”
“But Liiiiz,” the albino whined, “my feet huuurt.”
“Should’ve thought of that before you wore these ridiculous shoes, huh? Now off.”
Her shoes were quite…painful-looking. They were lace-up boots that went all the way to her knees, with what looked like four-inch pinpoint heels. Her skirt was rolled up to barely cover her ass, showing off practically blinding thighs.
Yeah. Madeline definitely didn’t feel too pale anymore.
The French teacher was a small, petite woman who spoke with a heavy French accent, even in her English. If she wasn’t so used to listening to her father, Madeline probably wouldn’t understand a word she said.
“Ah, nous avons nouvelle élève en classe aujourd’hui,” she drawled, gesturing to Madeline to stand up. “Présente-tu, s'il te plaît.”
Madeline blushed and she stood up, stumbling over words that were from her own native language. “Uhm, bonjour. Je m’appelle Madeline, et j’ai quinze ans. Erm, je suis canadienne, et j’habite à Quebeçois avant que je vivais ici. Le français est une des ma langue maternelle, ainsi que l’anglais.”
She got very nervous for a moment, when she got very many dumb looks from the students and a very approving smile from the teacher.
“Well,” Ms. Grimalda began, nodding her head sharply to let the blonde know she could sit, “you used some very advanced vocabulaire there, ne c’est pas? And you said French is one of your native languages?”
Madeline nodded. “Yes, my father raised me bilingually… He’s originally from France.”
“I see, well, let’s go over some new vocabulaire, non? Then maybe a listening activité…”
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AN: I understand that people who are bilingual in both French and English usually wouldn't speak in the same way Monaco is, but I'm going off my own French teacher, and this is what she does all the time.
nous avons nouvelle élève en classe aujourd’hui: We have a new student in class today.
Présente-tu, s'il te plaît: Present yourself, please (informal). Formal would be "Présentez-vous, s'il vous plaît."
Je m’appelle Madeline, et j’ai quinze ans.: My name is Madeline, and I'm 15 years old.
je suis canadienne, et j’habité à Quebeçois avant je vivais ici.: I'm Canadian, and I lived in Quebec before I came here.
Le français est une des ma langue maternelle, ainsi que l’anglais: French is my native language, as well as English.
Ne c'est pas: a saying for "isn't that right?"
If there's anything else anyone has a question about in terms of translation, I would love to clarify. also, some things I had to use a translator for. I'm in H3-4 French as well, so she really was using advanced vocabulary. ^^;
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So, she was now friends with a lesbian upperclassman who was obsessed with yaoi, and her ‘awesome’ albino girlfriend. Well, not the typical kind of friends she would expect, but welcome nonetheless.
Her next class was Government and, once more, she had to walk across campus from E to L. Admittedly, this one wasn’t as bad as most of them, but it was still a pretty bad walk.
The first thing she spotted when she walked into Government almost made her heart stop and her feet trip over themselves and-and-and -
Amelia was in this class with her.
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quick AN: ...so this was totally gonna be longer and actually go into class with Amelia, but school has killed me completely. All honors classes + frequent notebook checks in said classes + various clubs + the fact that in need 30 volunteer hours at the end of the semester + i'm trying to find work + the fact I kind of fail at math has made me kind of...not have time to do, well, anything besides school.
I promise to try and get the next chapter out faster? D:
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