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Twilight and all affiliated characters are the property of Stephanie Meyer. I do not own any of the aforementioned characters except Beth and the plot of this story (that is, should it stray from the original Twilight). This story is for entertainment only and is not part of the official story line. I am not in any way, shape, or form benefiting financially from the publishing of this story on this site and am very grateful for Mrs. Meyer's creation. Besides, if I did own Twilight, I'd have married Robert Pattinson and been a millionaire!

Timeskip: Isabella and Elizabeth are now seven years old.

The spotlight was blinding, just enough so that no one on stage could see past the light and into the darkness beyond. Elizabeth twisted and turned elegantly in time with the music. Who knew,the numerous painful classes had a purpose after all. After several hundred dollars, bruised toes, frequent hospital visits and four pairs of ballet shoes, the twins had finally come to the end of the summer dancing program that Renee had enrolled them into. She'd been doing it alot lately. Always getting them involved in all sorts of things that kept their mind preoccupied and their hands busy. Renee had told them it was to see what peaked their interests and get them to socialize more and Bella - the ever faithful and naive twin- had certainly believed every word of it. But Beth knew better. After seeing the signs in her last mother and doing it herself for a time in her last life, she knew that Renee was seeing someone. Her mother was finally dating again, in secret.

Elizabeth knew that she shouldn't harbour any hatred towards her mother but couldn't help but feel the anger that built up in her chest when she heard Renee sneak out of the house after she put the twins to bed only to go and sit in some strangers car in their driveway for however many hours. Why? Why couldn't her mother have been satisfied with the man she married first who probably still loved her even to this day?

Regardless, there she was, dancing under the too bright light, blind to the adoring faces of the audience. And we all know, wherever Elizabeth was, Isabella was most likely present as well.

The clumsy girl copied the movements drilled into her mind several times before this and tried desperately to keep up with her twin who outshined her so perfectly in almost everything.

On one specific turn, Bella had managed to move closer to Elizabeth. Too close and as a result, caused her graceful twin to falter and trip. Elizabeth's serene expression turned into one of horror as she felt her body tumbling onto the wooden stage. A thump sounded and then several gasps from the stunned crowd followed. The beautiful music paused as the girls stopped mid-way on their pirouettes to go check on their fallen ballerina and friend.

Elizabeth laid there for a moment, exasperated and frustrated. This wasn't a new occurrence. Being the twin of a clumsy sister, it was bound to happen at times. Now was one of the times Beth wished it didn't happen- in front of a hundred parents and at their first recital. Elizabeth huffed and pushed several concerned girls away from her. Her only focus was on her twin, Bella, who after seeing that she was alright- stumbled away and off the stage. Elizabeth followed, ignoring her mother's concerned voice calling after them.

"Bella! Bella? Beth? Elizabeth?"

She ran through the wing, searching and hoping to find Isabella. She was a fragile thing, that one. Elizabeth always had to make sure she was alright but she didn't mind. Being the youngest, one would think the elder twin would look after her but it was vice versa in this instance. In this life.

"Bella!" She called out, turning around this way and that.

A distant sound of a door locking caught her attention and she ran to it, paying no mind to anything else but finding her twin.Her tutu blocked her hands from resting at her side comfortably and Beth wanted to tear the thing off her body but held back knowing her mother would disapprove. They weren't rich and Liz didn't want a torn tutu to burden her mother. The seven year old came upon a closed supply closet and upon leaning her ear against the door, could vaguely hear her sister's frustrated sobs. Sighing, she turned the knob and peaked inside. Bella was there, sitting down with her knees drawn up close to her chest and her head buried in her arms.

"Bella?" Elizabeth walked in further. Bella's sobs quieted as she recognized her sister's voice.

"I'm sorry for making you fall." She cried, her voice slightly hoarse.

Elizabeth sighed and put her hand on her sister's shoulder, "It's okay, Bella. It happens." She shrugged nonchalantly.

Bella peaked at her sister in disbelief, "But I ruined everything."

Elizabeth's eyes hardened, " No you didn't. You were just being Bella." At that, Isabella ducked her head.

"No," Elizabeth paused as she realized how that sounded, " I mean, you were just being you. You can't pretend to be someone you're not. You have to be yourself. I don't care if you trip and fall, Bella. I won't laugh- I'll help you back up- I promise."

Bella looked up at her sister with tearful eyes,

"Really?"

Elizabeth hummed in agreement as she stood up. Exaggerating a move, she purposely tripped herself and landed on the floor with a theatrical moan. Bella giggled at her sister before helping her up. The two took no notice of their mother filming the entire thing on her tiny video camera.

Elizabeth loathed them, in fact she hated all the outdated electronics. Being reborn in a totally different time era definitely did not help matters at all. Afterall, she as Genevieve had grown up around touch screens pretty much all her young adult life and then had to get used to those tricky holographic screens later on.

Once the twins stood up and brushed each other off, they smiled simultaneously and turned to go outside- spotting a guilty culprit.

"Mom!"

"Mommy!"

"What?"