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- Prologue!,(:
- Chapter One!,(:
- Chapter Two!,(:
- Chapter Three!,(:
- Chapter Four!,(:
- Chapter Five!,(:
- Chapter Six!,(:
- Chapter Seven!,(:
- Chapter Eight!,(:
- Chapter Nine!,(:
- Chapter Ten!,(:
- Chapter Eleven!,(:
- Chapter Twelve!,(:
- Chapter Thirteen!,(:
- Chapter Fourteen!,(:
- Chapter Fifteen!,(:
- Chapter Sixteen!,(:
- Chapter Seventeen!,(:
- Chapter Eighteen!,(:
- Chapter Nineteen!,(:
- Chapter Twenty!,(:
- Chapter Twenty-One!,(:
- Chapter Twenty-Two!,(:
- Chapter Twenty-Three!,(:
- Chapter Twenty-Four!,(:
- Chapter Twenty-Five!,(:
- Chapter Twenty-Six!,(:
- Chapter Twenty-Seven!,(:
- Chapter Twenty-Eight!,(:
- Chapter Twenty-Nine!,(:
- Chapter Thirty!,(:
- Chapter Thirty-One!,(:
- Chapter Thirty-Two!,(:
- Chapter Thirty-Three!,(:
- Chapter Thirty-Four!,(:
- Chapter Thirty-Five!,(:
- Chapter Thirty-Six!,(:
- Chapter Thirty-Seven!,(:
- Chapter Thirty-Eight!,(:
- Chapter Thirty-Nine!,(:
- Chapter Forty!,(:
- Chapter Forty-One!,(:
- Chapter Forty-Two!,(:
- Chapter Forty-Three!,(:
- Chapter Forty-Four!,(:
- Chapter Forty-Five!,(:
- Chapter Forty-Six!,(:
- Chatper Forty-Seven!,(:
- Chapter Forty-Eight!,(:
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN!(:
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“She followed Anastasia out of her room and down many, many, hallways till they reached a gym-like building. “Here it is!” Anastasia announced. “Good morning Scarlet” Spencer said, holding something shiny in his hand. “Um, hey” she said shyly. “Have a seat on the mat and Anastasia will help you train.” Spencer said. Ivana laughed. “I can’t wait to see her fall on her ass” “At lease I have one, little miss no-butt” Scarlet replied coolly. Anastasia laughed and Spencer just smiled. “Let’s get started with the basics!” she clapped her hands. “What are the basics?” Scarlet stood up, brushing off her pants and putting her hands in her pockets. “You know, gymnastic stuff. Like that” she pointed to Oliver, who was doing front flips non-stop in the middle of the room, every time he hit the ground he bounced back up again-like there were springs on his feet. “I can’t do that!” She exclaimed, watching as Oliver came to a stop. His hair was windblown as he smoothed it down and gave her a quick, all knowing, smirk. She could feel the need to blush, but then realized the glare Ivana was giving her and took her mind off him. “Sure you can! It just takes practice! And you’ll use the safety ropes, Oliver is a show off and prefers not to use them…whether he brakes an arm or not!” she shouted that last part at him and he just blew it off with the wave of a hand and started kicking the man made of foam like plaster in the corner. “Okay, um, could we start with something else? You know, simpler than that?” Scarlet reached down and touched her toes quickly before coming back up. “Well, first things first! Cartwheels, bridges, round-offs, kicks, combinations, the works!” Anastasia danced around like she had ants in her pants she was so excited. “What’s a bridge…?” Scarlet asked. “You know, a back bend” Anastasia bent all the way back, putting her hands on the ground. Then she pushed up, and came face to face with Scarlet again. “I can do that…I think” Scarlet bent backwards till her hands hit the mat below her. “Now kick backwards, so you almost hit me in the chin” Anastasia instructed. “What—?!” Scarlet was caught off guard when someone grabbed her ankles and hauled them over her head and threw them back onto the ground so she was standing straight up. “Like that” Anastasia dusted off her hands, and smiled. “Ugh” Scarlet groaned, then bent back again and tried to turn herself over. She succeeded, and then looked at Anastasia for praise of some kind- but she didn’t get any. Instead Anastasia smiled and said, “Do it again” +.+ After doing backbends for half an hour Anastasia had her doing cartwheels, handsprings, splits, jumps, kicks, etc. She didn’t do too well on most of them, but Anastasia gave her credit for trying. “God, that’ssomuch work!” Scarlet groaned, and laid down on the mat. | “You hungry?” Anastasia said, jumping around in front of her.
“Who’s cooking?” she asked. "Ivana" “No thanks, I’ll just eat my own spit” Scarlet protested, running a hand over her clammy forehead. “But why?” Anastasia asked. “I don’t trust her, she’ll probably spit in my food” Scarlet grumbled. “I’ll make sure she doesn’t, promise” Anastasia smiled a trustworthy smile. “Fine” Scarlet walked over to where Anastasia was hopping up and down. “Yay! You know what?!” she asked excitedly. “What?” Scarlet pulled her hair tie tighter. “We should do each other’s hair! And play dress-up!” she smiled. “Um, Anastasia—” Scarlet started. “Ooh! We can be best friends! We can wear neon together!” Anastasia’s eyes lit up like a little girl’s on Christmas morning. “Um, sure Anastasia” Scarlet awkwardly as she opened the kitchen door slowly. “Hey!” Anastasia smiled, sitting down next to Oliver. “Hi” Spencer said, though he was looking at Scarlet. “There’s only 4 meals” Ivana said sourly. “That’s alright. I’ll just go back to my room then.” She trailed her hand behind her neck. “Just sit down and I’ll make you something” Spencer rose from his seat. “That’s your seat” she protested. “Just sit down, please” Spencer gave her a look, and she immediately sat down in his chair between Ivana and Anastasia. She crossed her hands in her lap, and stared at the bracelets on her wrists. “What’s the matter?” Anastasia asked. “What? Nothing’s wrong” She shrugged, then wiped her nose with the back of her hand. She messed with the strings on her sweatpants and shifted in her seats. “Get the damn ants out of your pants and sit still” Ivana hissed at her. “Here you go” Spencer put a plate out in front of her, and she stared at it. “How is it that you will make food for the new girl, but you won’t make breakfast for us?” Ivana asked. “If that’s not messed up I don’t know what is” “Try looking in the mirror…” Scarlet murmured under her breath. “What’d you say, I didn’t quite hear that” Ivana leaned closer. “Treat others the way you want to be treated Ivana. I don’t care how you treat me, don’t dish out what you don’t want handed right back to ya” Scarlet stated, picking up her fork and eating off the plate Spencer set for her. “At least I’m pretty” Ivana glared at her out of the corner before standing and walking out the side door to the kitchen. |