Infected

1|The Perfect twins

This book changes POV's a lot. The character's name will be at the beginning of every chapter. Happy reading.

ALANA

I closed my eyes as I started the routine once again, when I opened them next, I could almost see the multitude of people staring at me in anticipation. My face automatically brightened and my lips curved into a smile I had faked countless times before. Although all I could see was rows and rows of empty seats, if I could pretend it was full that alone made my performance ten times better. Or at least that's what Ms. Keller, my dance coach told me.

Yes!

I finally hit that turn that I'd somehow managed to screw up the last couple of times. I smiled as I caught a glance of myself in a large mirror, the girl I was looking at was almost completely unrecognizable, she was happy. Completely and truly happy.

"Stop!"

Her loud voice almost made me fall backwards onto the floor. Startled and clearly confused, I looked at the woman who stood in the centre of the room with her arms crossed. Her expression was grave, her lips were tightly shut, preventing any hurtful words from falling out just yet. But I knew better than to get my hopes up, she wouldn't just stop me for nothing. I placed my hands on my thighs, in an attempt to catch my breath as I waited for her to tell me what I did wrong this time.

As if on cue she began "Your knees aren't supposed to be bent, straighten them out for heaven's sake!" She took a closer look at me, "You act as if you haven't stretched in weeks, your turns simply makes me want to gouge my eyes out! Everyone knows your sister is more fitted for this routine, she's the only one who takes my advice around here. You're terrible absolutely terrible-and you aren't even listening to me right now!"

I felt a familiar rush of anger slowly build up as I levelled my gaze on her. She was a short woman who had taught me to dance even before I could talk, so naturally I got to understand her better over the years.

Comparing me to my sister was only one of the tactics she used to get a reaction out of me and usually, it worked. But today I just wanted to have one successful practice without making a scene, I glanced at the crowd of reporters who stood outside the glass door. That alone was enough to make me bite my tongue and drop my gaze to the ground. "Alana!" She boomed, I snapped my head in her direction. She sent a pointed look the small black mic attached to my leotard as if to remind me that if I didn't say something, we would lose the attention of those watching from their televisions.

"Can't I just start over? Yelling at me isn't going to help."

"This performance is tomorrow Alana do you hear me? You can't just keep on repeating the same steps without fixing your mistakes. You have less than twenty four hours to get this right-"

I continued to stare blankly at her, perhaps she realized I wasn't listening, "Vivian get in here!"

I looked up at the viewing room my sister was in, I saw her stand up and it wasn't long before she poked her head between the main door. "Yes Ms Keller?"

"Do you remember the dance I taught you last night?" She asked my sister who nodded cautiously.

Why in the hell would she make us both learn the dance when it was supposed to be a solo? The answer was clearer than day when you thought about it, she wanted us to fight for the dance. She had another thing coming if she thought she could turn me against my sister-