"The Morticians daughter" Samantha Smith spat "What a worthless person. You can only celebrate death by dancing" she sneered "My mother said that was the worst display of dancing she had ever seen." Sam said attacking me with words as I walked down the school hallway.

"You know, me and my friends were talking, and thought, since you have no life here, you should go to the lake to dance with the prince to die" She said with a evil smirk, and her friends cackled behind her

"AT least if you die, donates yourself to a worthy cause." Said a blondie with a nasal problem.

I ignored her, and kept walking to my dance class. I never cared for what they said. Except this time, they might be right, my father doesn’t care, my mother is no longer here, and no one likes me. Maybe I should donate myself to a worthy cause to help stop the murders of all the girls?

I sighed and walked into my dance class and headed to the costume closet.

I opened the door and smiled at all the beautiful skirts and costume that decorated the room, but i had no eyes for those costumes, I only had eyes for one.

The one I was going for was snow white; I smiled at the beautiful fabric. Since I have a slim-hipped figure and a full bust, the full Skirt shape balanced top and bottom perfectly, giving me that "fairytale bride" look. The dress went down in a full white water fall a little past my knees, and stopping one inch after my knees and on the top half of the dress it was decorated in silver vines and beads (That you could only see up close). This dress was meant for the wedding acts in our ballet performances, such as the nutcracker, and swan lake.

I carefully took the ballerina brides dress and took the matching white ballet slippers and carefully placed all of it n my duffel bag and quietly escaped to class, after class I would go home and get ready to dance with death.

I walked into the locker room, and changed into my nude tights, black leotard, and i slipped on my thigh long skirt that was black at the top, and as it travelled down my thighs, it turned from black, to a milky white, then I strapped on my point black ballerina shows, and left my stightened blonde hair out. It drives my teacher crazy, but I don’t care, I hate putting my hair up.

Now ladies, we will...." began my ballerina teacher.“Learn how to do this dance with our partners. You and him, must be one, and dance together like the wind" Madam Yonkers said.

"Now, choose your partners" she chirped, and walked over to her dance partner, Mr. Yonkers. Together, they will show us our new dance.

"Hey, Charolett, will you dance with me?" Asked Dean. Dean is a shy boy, he is a new dancer, and has little experience, and is actually, a little clumsy.

"I would love to Dean." I said to the scrawny boy in front of me. He smiled showing his braces and said thank you.

We walked to the front of the class, and he placed his hands on my hips, and we began.

Once class was over it was 4:15 pm and I still had to walk home. I walked into the girls changing room, and switched from my dance outfit to, light washed jeans with a grey tank top and a sweater that said  "Belongs to Lobelias dance academy" with the schools symbol of a heart in a thorn bush in the middle of the shirt. Then I slipped on my, gladiator like shoes that were light brown leather colored, and grabbed my back pack, and my duffel bag with my dance out fit and the dress and walked home to my dad.

The walk home was nice. As I walked I lisined to some music, and before I could reach the chorus of the song, I heard someone shouting my name.

"CHAROLETT!!!!!!!!!!!" the voice yelled.

I whipped around, almost getting whip lash and saw my dad at the wheel of his beat up pick up truck.

His black hair was sticking up everywhere, and his brown eyes were blood shot, and he had the beginnings of a beard forming on his face. I looked at his hands and saw that one hand was on the wheel while another held a big bottle of rum. He was driving out of control, whipping from one lane of traffic to another, yelling my name, and honking the horn like a horn enthusiast. Then, it happened.

A huge 18 wheeler was barreling down the road as fast as my dad was, and my dad was in the same lane of traffic as the trucker, and he did not bat an eye lash, or flinch as he rushed passed me and straight into the 18 wheeler, having it explode into a huge firework. I screamed as loud as I could for my daddy, but the flames and smoke caused by the accident were too thick for me to see him.

"DADDY!!!!" I yelled, but there was no answer. I ran closer to the accident and fell to my knees, waiting to see if my dad would crawl out. He didn’t.

Tears streaked down my face as I smelled burning flesh, metal, and rum. I heard sirens of police cars, and ambulances in the background but ignored them. The pain in my heart throbbed, for my loss. For the loss of my father, right in front of my eyes.

Then I felt a huge hand clamp on my shoulder and drag me up, but I put on a protest and screamed to stay there, to let the fire be fueled and let me die.

"LET ME GO!!! LET ME STAY WITH HIM!! LET ME GO!!!!" I yelled, but the fire fighter ignored me and placed me sitting up on a gurney, where EMTs attacked me for my pulse, band aids, a safety blanket and questions, but I ignored them and yelled one last time for my dad before getting engulfed in a hug, I looked to see who it was, and it was Dean. He smiled a kind smile, showing me he is no longer a brave face, and then hugged me again, and I hugged him right back, crying into his shoulder as he whispered words of comfort to me.

"Charolett, if you need a place to stay..." he began

"No thank you , I should go home to pack. My aunt is on her way" I said lying through my teeth.

"Okay, well if you need anything I am here" He said looking at me kindly.

I nodded and hopped off the gurney.

I still hadn't left the accident, I said I was fine, and after battling the EMTs I was able to go home.

Once I was home, I ran up to my boring room and began to cry to myself

BONG BONG BONG BONG BONG BONG BONG BONG BONG BONG

I woke up at ten because the stupid grandfather clock echoed through the hollow house.

I crawled out of bed and walked glumly to my bathroom, and took an ice cold shower.

Once I was done, I dried off and began to blow dry my long blonde curly locks, then strightened it, keeping the towel wrapped around my body as I applied a small silver necklace that resembled a vine with silver roses, and a chain from the necklace leading down my neck with a vine and flowers decorated on the necklace. I placed matching earrings on and kept my hair down.

Then I walked out of the bathroom, and back to my room changing into the snow white dresss and white ballet shoes that had two white ribbons climbing up my legs.

By the time I was done it was 11 pm

I sighed and began my march of death to the lake, it would take an hour on foot, so by the time I get there, it will be midnight.

Once I arrived to the lake it was 11:59 pm. I sighed and made my way down to the shore and stepped on to the beach and sat down on a large rock a few inches into the water. I took the time to marvel the beutiful lake. It was a really large lake that went on for about two miles length and width. The lake is surrounded my thick trees, with stones scattered in some parts of the beach. The moon was set in the north, where I was facing, and it looked like it was setting into the trees, behind the lake.

Then it happend. At the center of the lake a man just appeard. Out of no where he appears, he walks down the lake and to the stone I sat on.

As he same closer I saw, instead of black hair, he had dirty blond hair with grey hazel eyes, he looked to be 6'3, he had sharp yet smoothed chizzeled features, like they were carved from water. He wore a black pants, black shirt, a black blazer, black shoes, and tie.

"Hello, My name is Dustin"

"Wow, you weat alot of black" I blurted out, then regretted it and covered my mouth, but i smiled when i saw he let out a small corner smile.

"What is your name princess?" he said in a silky voice

"Charolett"

"Are you sure you want to do this?" he asked looking at deep into my eyes he pleading through his eyes to say yes.

"Yes, I want to do this Duston" I said with a smile.

"Very well my princess" He said lending his hand out. I took his warm hand and he took me by surprice and pulled me out onto the water, and placing his other hand on my hip.

"You are very beutiful, and talented at dancing" He commented as he spun me with care to the center of the lake. Then we began to dance even more as one, to a song that dident seem to be playing. I smiled as we danced together with the wind, and our steps matching eachother. Unlike Nick, the prince danced with such grace, emotion, and coordinaton that I have never really experienced when dancing with someone else but him.

"You are very talented yourself' I commented back. He smiled back, showing perly white teeth.

He then bent down while dancing with me and said

"I senserly hope you are the one" and with those words we were at the center of the lake.

The prince looked into my eyes with passion, hope, and longing. Then his beautiful lips moved and they said in a gentle voice,

"If you break me

I do not stop working,

If you touch me

I may be snared,

If you lose me

Nothing will matter" The prince said, hope filling his eyes, hoping that I would be the one to answer correctly hoping he could find his bride.

Except, he probably looked at all the girls this way and talked to them all and complimented them all like this....I know the answer, but I do not know if I should answer it with the right answer, and live, or if I should share the wrong answer, and die...I would become an unsettled soul, I would live in the cemetery that I use to dance on.

I look up at the prince and smiled kindly

"The answer is Your heart" I said looking up at the now hopeful prince

"Very good, now turn around and let me look at you." Said a gentle women voice. I slowly turned around and saw a beautiful women with long curly black hair, and she wore a dress as red as blood, with matching lipstick, and shoes.

I looked at the beautiful creature and couldn’t help but smile at her, for I could tell, although she tried to scare me, I was not scared, she didn’t look mean or scary, she just wanted someone to make her brother happy, and I could. I know I can. Why? Because I am different.

Then, I saw the women in front of me smile brighter then the moon, and showed her snow white teeth and said,

"Welcome to the family Charolett."