Beautiful Dance

Holy cows and mushrooms! It's been a while since I've written a fanfic. This is my first Twilight one. Hopefully you'll like it. I thought of it while I was icing my knee the other day.

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight. Only the injured knee. Enjoy!
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A Step In the Right Direction

I closed my eyes towards the searing pain I felt in my knee. Tears squeezed between the spaces where my eyes shut. Smoke reached my nose. I felt a blackness in the back of my mind threaten to take over. Vaguely I wondered if my mother, Renee, was alright. Suddenly the pain in my knee became unbearable, I had no choice but to let out the scream I had been holding in.

"Bella?" I heard a male voice call out to me.

"Bella? Are you ok?" The voice sounded strangely familiar.

Quickly I opened my eyes, scanning my surroundings and let out a sigh of relief to see I was in my bed. My body was slick with sweat from the dream I was having. Only it wasn't a dream. It was the reality that was my life. About seven months ago, my mother and I got in a car accident on the way home from my dance rehearsal. A drunk driver ran a red light hitting the driver's side of the car. It killed my mother instantly. However, my only major injury was my knee. It just wasn't fair. How could I walk away with just a busted knee, but not her? As if that didn't fuck up my life enough, I had to move from my comfy home, the home I grew up in to live with my dad, Charlie, in Forks, Washington. Don't get me wrong. I love my dad; it's just that I feel like I had to give up everything in a second. Charlie has been great despite my destitute attitude. He got me into a nice physical therapy place and is trying to get me to dance again.

I sighed. I wasn't sure if I should dance again. The dreams I had been having were proof of that. It would be a lot of work to get back to where I was. I was so close to joining a dance company before the accident.

"Bella! I heard you scream. Is everything ok?" My father walked into my room.

Whoops. I had hoped that was just my dream. I didn't want to alarm Charlie.

"Yeah Dad. I'm fine. What time is it?" I sat up in my bed and stretched.

He gave me a small smile, "It's 6:45. You don't have to be up for another 15 minutes. You can go back to sleep if you want."

"Nah. I'm up. Need to get some stuff ready for school. I'm gonna take a shower now." I slowly swung my injured knee to the floor.

School. I dreaded it. I couldn't wait to get out of it. Charlie had enrolled me in a performing arts school. Academically I was pretty good, but socially I was a dud. There was only one person I could really talk to and her name was Alice Cullen. A tiny, pixie like girl with enough energy to supply all of New York with electricity. Speaking of Alice, I needed to call her when I got out of the shower or she would kill me. Trust me you don't want an angry Alice.

"Ok. Have a good day at school. I'm going to work. I'm not sure if I'll be home for dinner tonight. So don't wait up." My dad was the police chief of good old Forks.

"Ok." Slowly, but surely I walked to the bathroom.

Walking was getting easier, but sometimes if I stepped the wrong way the pain could be unbearable. I stepped inside the shower turning on the water. The beads of water rushed down my body. The heat relieved some of the tension in my muscles and washed away remnants of my reoccurring nightmare, but never the memory. I quickly finished my shower, wanting to be on my way. Stepping carefully over to my dresser I grabbed a bra, panties, and my phone. Flipping the phone open I saw I had a text message from Alice. Well at least I didn't have to make the phone call now.

'Hey sleepy head. Get up. We're going shopping after school. Be ready! '

I groaned. I hated shopping. I chucked the phone on my bed and walked over to my closet picking out a pair of gray jeans, blue spaghetti strap top and a black hoodie. As soon as I was dressed I walked downstairs to eat something before my hypoglycemia hit. Not something I wanted to deal with today. Anyway, I left the house twenty minutes after that. I saw Alice standing in front of her step-brother, Emmett's, car. He was in serious lip-lock with his girlfriend Rosalie Hale, the head cheerleader and tap dancer at our school. Her brother, Jasper, was dating Alice. Jasper is an awesome musician. He can play the drums and electric piano like no other. He is going to start learning guitar this semester.

I should probably mention that today is our first day of senior year. That could explain Alice's hyper-ness as I pulled up in my noisy Chevy truck. I slide out of my seat trying to be wary of my knee. This didn't seem to stop Alice from giving me a bear hug.

"Er- hey Alice? Can you let go? Can't breathe."

Alice giggled, leaning against Emmett's car. She smiled even wider when Jasper joined and she practically squealed with delight when a silver Volvo pulled up next to Emmett's car.

"Bella! Guess what?" She jumped up and down.

"What?" I smiled.

For an 18 year old she sure did act like a 5 year old.

"My cousin moved in with us the other day!"

"I know. You already told me that." I rolled my eyes.

"Yeah, but did I mention that was him?"

She pointed to the owner of the silver Volvo. The door opened slowly and out stepped a Greek god. His green t-shirt matched his emerald colored eyes. It seemed in contrast with his bronze colored hair. He wore faded blue jeans and completing his outfit was a gray sweater. He pulled the hood over his luscious head of hair.

"Edward!" Alice yelped, jumping over to him.

Then he smiled and all but melted right there.

"Alice!" He laughed, "You act like you didn't just see me at the house like 10 minutes ago."

"You have to meet my best friend Bella." She literally dragged him over to me.

"Bella, Edward. Edward, Bella. I'm sure you guys are going to be great friends too."

"Hi Bella." His voice sounded like velvet.

"Hey." I muttered quietly.

"So Bella…what do you do here seeing as this is a performing arts school?" He asked smiling a brilliantly white smile.

"She dances!" Alice jumped in as I hesitated.

"Used to…" I muttered again and looked at the ground.

"But you will again Bella. I just know it." Alice grinned.

"Why aren't you dancing now?" He asked curiously.

"I hurt my knee." I left it at that hoping he wouldn't ask any more and he didn't.

"Oh that sucks. I'm a dancer too. Maybe we could work together on something when your knee gets better."

"Sure."

He gave me a warm smile.

"Alright enough with this. Let's get in to the prison. I want to start guitar lessons." Jasper proclaimed, practically carrying Alice off with him.

"Come on. I'll walk you to your first class." Edward offered.

"Thanks." I smiled.

I have no idea if they have a cheer team in a performing arts school, but for the sake of the story they do. Lol. Please review!