Don't let me fall (Lesbian story)

Rumours

Nobody heard of me running away with the new girl, and I think it's best that way. When we came back to school after our little mid day lunch, everything went back to normal. Well, almost normal. I realized pretty fast that not everybody was happy of Alaska being at school. All the younger kids looked at her like she might eat or kill them, all the older kids looked at her like she could steal their glory by only snapping her fingers. That same night I started to hear the rumours that were running around about her. "She's like super rich and bought her way in here", told me a 9th grader who got a horse for her birthday last year. Talk about rich. "I heard she dances for the Washington ballet, so that makes her a spy", told me a sophomore. I couldn't help but laugh inside every time I hear some of those rumours. Alaska spent her night alone in our common room, listening to music and texting. The younger girls were watching The Nutcracker on tape on the TV, gossiping about the new girl all alone in her corner, texting a mysterious person. I was trying to do my math homework, but I could still hear them from the other side of the room.

-Maybe she's a drug addict, and is texting her dealer.

-Maybe she's like a felon and trying to escape from jail.

-Maybe she works for the government and is not really a dancer.

-Maybe she's a robot.

But this morning, in our first class, I realize that even our class, the seniors, didn't really know what to think of her.

-She's kind of always in her bubble, says Emilie from beside me.

-She's so mysterious, but like not in a hot way, says Paul.

-Can we trust her? Asks Flore with her French accent. What if she's here to screw us over to be the best one and get all the scholarships?

Alaska is sitting in the front of the class, but I know she can hear everything they say in the back. The new girl was also a very interesting new specimen for the teachers. All of them know each and everyone of us so well they can tell what's our favourite kind of ice cream, and ballerinas don't eat ice cream. Having a new girl, for them, is like Christmas in September.

-What's your name? asks Ted, our history and geography teacher.

-Alaska Sailor, she answers with her proud and confident voice.

-Alaska! What a nice name! Have you ever been too Alaska, Alaska? He asks while giggling at his own joke.

-Yes, she simply answers.

-Well, welcome then, he says with a small smile. Guys, let's start, shall we?

I guess he wanted a more elaborated answer. By the end of the class my history book is filled with little drawings and I have a ton of homework to do for next week. We get dress in our ballet clothes and hit the studio. All the girls wear pink leotard because it's the school policy, but Alaska's black. Frank, when he walks in, looks at her with a nasty look.

-You better find a new leotard, new girl. That won't work. Come one people, why are you all standing there like trees, let's get working!

We all start stretching and working with our partners. Franks looks at us from the back of the room. Alaska is dancing with Marcos, Rhea's old partner. After ten minutes, Frank stops us.

-Stop, stop, stop! He calls out. New girl...

-Alaska, she says.

-Yes, you. Switch partners. You're going to dance with Graham.

-But Frank, Grahams starts, I've been dancing with Olivia my whole life.

-Well it's will be good for you to learn to dance with someone else. Anyway, new girl is too tall to dancer with any of the other guys, so you'll be dancing with her and Olivia with Marcos.