(A/N: Hello little cupcakes here's the actual first chapter of The dancer and the Fighter so hope you enjoy it. I'll try publish every so often so please bear with me. If you see the amount of homework we get, it's unreal. So that's it really. Enjoy!!)
Arielle's POV
Hi! I'm Arielle and I'm 18. I have pink and blonde hair, red lips, really pink cheeks and big, black lashes. One thing you should know about me is that I'm a ballerina. I know, I know what you're thinking "OMG who's a ballerina with pink hair and spiders for lashes!!!!". The only reason, is that I need to stand out, especially there being two of me. Yup, I have a twin. Her name's Arizona. She has natural olive skin and waist length brown hair. That's one way to tell us apart.
Another way is that she's on a hospital bed and I'm not. My sister has cancer. She's been diagnosed with it ever since the two of us were born. The only reason why my sister has cancer, is because mum was smoking when she was pregnant with us, but she didn't even know she had us. When she found out, she stopped smoking immediately, but the damage had already been done. Sure, I got affected as well, I have muscle deformities, only dimples, but my sister. it's like her whole life has been taken away.
I'm the only one who can physically be there for her. There is no 'Dad' in our lives. he left us when we were only three, because the pressure of one of his daughters possibly dying is 'too much'. He visits every 4 years, but he only says "Hi!" gives us chocolates, and leaves without another word. He even has a whole new family. He is so unbelievable.
Mum. Mum is totally an emotional wreck. For 18 straight years, she's never stopped crying. Never stopped saying it's my fault. Apparently, Mum's another one of the reasons why Dad left. The only time I've seen her put a brave face, is when she leaves the house, more like mansion, as she maintains her image as the proud owner of Sally Mixs and Summer&Skye (A/N: basically Gilly Hicks and Abercrombie&Fitch)
18 years. 18 years I've seen my sister in pain, and I've been through it as well.
Seriously. We have this twin telepathy that we can hear each-others thoughts, feel what each-other are feeling and know what each-other are going through. Sometimes, it's the worst thing anyone could want, as I feel everything. I feel her treatment, her pain, her sleepless nights. Other times, it's the best thing anyone could want. We can secretly plan things, console each other and pull each other out that dark hole of sadness and sorrow that any of us may fall ito.
I love dance. Arizona loves it too, especially when i dance for her. It feels like it's way to express myself through how my body moves. The music takes over, making my body move to it. Whether I'm happy,sad, angry or upset, dance is a way to release it all. It helps me escape from the world for those 3 minutes and 21 seconds. It helps me escape from the jerk that is my dad, the pain that my sister goes though, the tears my mum sheds. the calamity that is my life.
Arizona is so strong, I really don't know how she does it.
She's a fighter.
