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Ch. 1

Running into through the double doors to the auditorium did I feel like I wanted to cry, but I knew that if I did that would do nothing to help my situation. Oh, I sorry haven’t introduced myself. I’m Bernadette Kirkland, sister of Arthur Kirkland. He is known to be the student that either everyone envies because he has the best grades in the school or they love him because he’s captain of the soccer team, debate team, and many more than I can keep up with. So, he’s a pretty busy guy too busy to even notice his sister anyway. He makes me feel like I want to just hang myself because of all of the expectations that everyone has for me because I’m his sister, however there is a difference between us. Well a physical difference between us, he may be smarter and better than me, but I’m at least bigger than he is. Not in a good way at least, I stand a few inches taller than he does. I’m built like a brick with a lot of extra padding around my body and I hated every bit of it.

However, that is not why I’m here. I’m here in the auditorium to let off some steam because all of the failed expectations I’ve not met because I’m not my brother. It makes me wonder why I was ever brought into this world other than to be made fun of the fact that he’s practically better than I in all aspects am. I hooked up my IPod touch into a stereo and selected a song that would help me be in a better mood. The song started as the music filled my body like air to my lungs. The beat was infectious flowing through my body as I danced to it. I couldn’t stop as my hips rotated with the fast tempo. A quarter of the way through I did a backhand spring. My feet slammed down on the floor on beat. Shoulders rolling back and my body making it seemed like a wave passing through. Getting lower to the floor almost in a squatting position moving up into the air did I get down on the floor doing almost split. Using that momentum I swung my legs forward then back again to flip me back on up to my feet. My arms spread out like wings of a bird. They moved clockwise in front of me. Once my fists were together at the same height at my bouncing chest, they locked together. Left hand over my right fist as my legs spread out again making me low enough to be sitting in a chair then my hands thrust forward forcing them apart and going back to my sides. The quads in my left leg extended as my right leg did a roundhouse kick. The power from the motion made me flip sideways. My arms extended out touching the floor making the movement a success. Then did a back flip with my feet slamming against the hard floor. Jumping into the air my knees turned over making my feet almost touching my shoulders. Once I was back on the floor, my body twirled to the flow of the music. I lowered myself to the floor once more, to where my back was on the floor. This was my favorite part of my dance. I used the strength of my legs to create enough power and momentum to throw me back on up to my feet for the last beat of the song. It took me a minute to catch my breath. However, that didn’t stop my ears from someone clapping in the background. I turned around to see the languid, graceful, blonde-haired, and blue-eyed French man named Francis. Also known only to myself as the man I love hopefully only I will know that. Because I’m not as blinded as to see that, he clearly has no attraction towards me what so ever. So, I’m baffled as to why he was here.

“Ah so, you’re the lovely, Bernadette that I’ve heard so much about.” He inquired as he got closer pulling out, seemingly endless supply of, roses. His hand tried to hand it to me, but I was already backing away. No one was supposed to find out my secret.

“Wha-what are you doing here?” I stuttered trying to get my question out in the open.

“I had seemed to misplace my backpack somewhere back stage, but then I heard your music. You must not have known that I was here when you started. The look upon your face when you had arrived was a multitude of emotions. However, you didn’t release them until you had started dancing.” I blushed at his statement. It never occurred to me that someone had been in here prior to my arrival. That and the fact that he had seen all of my flab moving around as much as I had been while dancing. It was embarrassing. Especially because I wore nothing more than a spaghetti strapped tank top and a pair of form fitting yoga pants. I don’t like it when people see it move, thus why I wanted to lose it. “I must say though you have a lot of power and flexibility for someone of your size. You have certainly proven me wrong that you can still be just as flexible even when you have something extra.” I stared into his eyes.

“Are you calling me, fat?” I said anger filling my voice with every syllable.

“It is a term of endearment. We as the French love women of all shapes and sizes.” I turned away from him grabbing my IPod the next being my hoodie and baggy sweat pants.

“However, I’m really more interested as to why must you hide in the shadows. Why not make your own path?”

“Because it’s not possible for me.”

“Why not?” I turned to face him again.

“It’s because of what I am. I’m a Kirkland. Drowned into a family where success is defined by matters of intelligence and athletic ability. Everything I’m not. Now if you’ll excuse me. I have to attend to other duties.” My British accent coming out more profoundly as I pulled my ball cap on my head to cover my red hair I’d been referred to as the devil because of my hair and my green eyes. The eye color was a dominate trait within the Kirkland family. However, the hair came from my mom’s side that was mostly made up Scottish kin. Only she wasn’t a red head like me she had the trademark blonde hair that my brother has. However, there was at least one thing I knew was better at then him. I at least can cook that could send any man crazy in a tizzy because of the delicious flamboyant flavors that have ever entered into their mouth. Although it’s the same reason, why I have to cook the meals for whenever I’m there for and since I wasn’t a part of any clubs. I had a multitude of time on my hands.

“You could and can prove them wrong. Just because you’re a Kirkland doesn’t mean that be like them. You could be yourself, which if I say so myself is quite strong. You have far more flexibility than Arthur does.”

“Because I don’t want to be any more of an outcast than I already am, I want to be like my family. They are all full of successful people.”

“Is that what you really want?”
*Inhales sharply and deeply* Alright people *Quickly exhales* :lol: okay here is another work of literature. this is the first time i've used France as the main character and is totally not a jerk. oh and the whole being flexible part is completely true because i can do some of those moves. just because i can't run a mile doesn't mean that i can't do an almost split and my fingers can touch the floor without bending my knees. enjoy.

ch. 1 (Shazam!)

ch. 2 [link]

ch. 3 [link]
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