The Dancing Princess

Reacquanted with the Past

A few days later Arianna had me released from the hosiptal. It took only a few hours until we were back at the large, fancy cliffside house. Arianna and Gary were both quite rich; Gary was a high ranked business man and Arianna was the number one make-up salemen in the business that was popular in our town.

They took me in when I was quite young. A child even. They had seen me for the first time at my opening dance recitial that entered me into the deep world of dance. They had gone there to watch a child of a close family friend of theirs dance. After weeks and weeks of training to prove I was worthy I won the lead and danced my heart out. Arianna and Gary found my dancing mesmerizing. When they learned that I was a foster child, due to the accidental death of my previous Karen, they jumped at the oppurtunity to take me in as their own.

I have been so unbelivably grateful for everything they have done for me. Especially since they renovated their basement to become my own private dance studio. They hired a professional teacher to train me, whose help as a trainer is no longer needed but still remains a close friend of the family. They did everything they could to support my dream of being a dancer.

"I'll be right back. I have to make a quick phone call," Arianna excused herself leaving me alone in the kitchen. I watched as Arianna picked up the phone and pressed redial. Arianna's normally pure auburn hair fell limp down her shoulders and was streaked lighly with gray hairs. I noticed the way Arianna's hands were shaking with a nervous jolt as she placed the phone against her ear. I looked away from her and down the hall way which was shaded and dark. I began to think about the last time I was here, my hands instantly wrapped around my neck. The house had a different feel to me now. It felt colder and more distant. Then I heard Arianna talking, her conversation echoing within the big empty house.

"So you think you can help us?" She asked. The person on the other line had a voice which audiable from where I stood. I could hear a somewhat deep voice reply back to Arianna buti couldn't tell what it was saying. I don't know how but I knew it wasn't Gary, I could feel it.

"Ok I already ave you the address. Thank you so much. When do you think you will arrive here by?"She asked. The other voice responded.

"About 10 minutes? that's perfect. I'll have my daighter all ready and set to talk to you when you arrive." She said. then I heard the click of th phone that ended the conversation. Arianna walked into the Kitchen where I stood unmoving. She smiled at me but it didn't quite reach her eyes. She was going to send me away wasn't she? I thought to myself.

"Some people are coming over," She stated. "Could you please go upstairs and change into something descent?" I nodded. I had already planned on changing anyway considering I was wearing the same blue shorts over black tights and my green tank top from when I was practicing my routine.

I ran up the side stair case that was in the living room and ran up into my room. My room was like anyone's. The walls were a creamy blue decorated with old pictures and drawings. My floor was wooden. My bed was covered with a dark blue comforter and mathcing pillow cases. There were dark wooden dresses, almost as tall as me, covered with make-up, skin care, hair-products, perfumes, nail polish, lotions, and jewel boxs, most of it un-used or un-opened, scattered across the top. A door leading to a private bathroom stood to the left of the dresser.

I ran over to the dresser and pulled out my favorite, Foo fighters, band tee , with a green tank top, and a pair of dark skinnies. I pulled my clothes on quickly and checked myself in the mirror. My hair, which was as dark as my tee shirt which purposly fell of one shoulder, lay limp and tangled. My eyes seemed distant in the mirror, but they their color still sparkled a bright green that almost matched my tank top. The tank top that was exposed on one shoulder and covered up the part of stomach that the band t-shirt didnt. The dark skinnies fit snug against my thin muscled legs.

the door bell rang, echoing through the house. I ran down the stairs, hugging my necklace tight in my hands. My bare feet contacting with the icy floor sent shivers through my soles and up through my body. I ignored the chill while I stopped in the doorway of the kitchen watching as my mom welcomed a group of strangers into the open kitchen. She greeted them kindly as they entered the kitchen. Seven people walked into the house, each complete strangers to me, but that wasn't what intereted me. The last person that entered the house caught my attention. No it couldn't be.... he looked just like him. I waited a moment longer in the doorway, feeling trapped there. It couldn't be him, what would he be doing here?

They all greeted Arianna politely, except the one that looks like him. He stood there, waiting for everyone to finsih their greeting. I couldn't fully see his face; my view was obscured by a taller blonde male, but when the blonde guy moved forward to introduced himself to Arianna it gave me the oppurtunity to see his face. IT WAS HIM!!

He was exactly how I remember him.

"Ky?" I asked. I thought I had whispered it but he seemed to have heard me becaue he turned his head in my direction. It was definatly him. Without thinking, without even considering the other people, I ran forward and threw my arms around his neck. "Oh my god! Ky it is you!" I squealed. I felt as if I could cry. I have missed him so much. Ever since he realized his true power and vanished out of no where with Lin, who I noticed standing just to the left of Ky, I haven't heard from him or seen him.

"Della?" He asked. His voice seemed deeper than the last time I saw him but he was, what... 17 now? And back then he was 13. He didnt make any indication that he was actually going to hug me back.