"What do you think?" Tatyana, my figure skating coach and my dance partner's stepmother asks. Tatyana, she's from Texas with a history artistic family members. From parents who are figure skaters, one of her sisters is a ballet teacher and her other sister is a dance choreographer in LA. She's about thirty five years old.

She has light brown hair that she dyed blonde with sand skin, she's about five foot seven but five foot nine with the heels she wears. Sometimes higher. She has brown kind eyes and a diamond shaped face.

(Tatyana)

Looking at the costume. The bodice and small skirt is a dark navy blue with the top and collar of the costume, there are beads of white and gold that make the costume pop with attention. It's simple yet, there is this attention to it that isn't like most costumes with so much beading to it.

"It's beautiful" I smile looking down, Tatyana smiles wrapping an arm around my shoulder.

"Oh!" She pulls back shaking her head like she's realizing something "Um...I've been meaning to ask but would we be expecting your father in Seattle this weekend?"

"No" shaking my head, I no longer bother in asking my birth father to events like this. He made it clear after three years when he always had a fishing trip or went to see my twin sister Bella down in Arizona that what I did didn't matter.

Soon, I'll be eighteen and no longer under his roof. I mean I've got good grades, I've spoken with my guidance counselor at school and she told me that since I've taken no study halls and essentially have all my credits I can graduate early from High School next year before winter break starts "But my friends Leah and Seth will be there with their parents" Harry and Sue have always been there for me, more than Charlie.

Tatyana sends me a sympathetic look "That's good"

"Oh!" I realize "how much is my outfit costing, I'd like to pay half as you know"

"You don't have to" waving her hand

Nodding my head "You have done so much for me, since I was younger to now—it's the least I'm able to do" I don't like relying on people for my problems a lot of the time, I guess it has to do with the fact that since my parents were their for me it's a pride thing. I've been talking with a therapist about these things.

"Alright" nodding her head "the half is about seven hundred dollars"

Nodding my head "Alright, I'll get the money to you as soon as I can" going to the changing room, I change out of the costume and into a black top that shows off my arms and my back with blue jeggings and black boots with a small heel to them.

"How are things with you and that Paul?" Tatyana asks as we go down to the skating rink where her stepson and my partner Daniel is.

Shaking my head "I don't know...he's become more angry, his patience is less and he's become more...more horny is the best way to put it—well he just now wants to fuck and doesn't want to talk about his problems" but then again, it's what to be expected from the manwhore of La Push.

"Doesn't sound healthy" she says "have you thought about ending it with him"

Nodding my head "He's no longer the guy who I wanted to go out with...I mean I care for him, but"

"He's your first love?" She asks, I nod my head "I know it'll hurt if you do decide to end things but eventually the pain you'll feel with lessen and go away"

"Finally!" Daniel looks our way when we enter the ice skating rink "how long does it take to find a costume?" Daniel, he's about six foot one with short brown hair and brown eyes with warm ivory skin. He's very well built which is rare since all the male figure skaters I've seen aren't as fit as him, I mean they are but their really skinny. Like with some male ballerinas I've seen with being skinny. What I'm trying to say is that Daniel has some more meat on his bones than most guys I've seen when skating or going to see a ballet performance like the Nutcracker.

(Daniel)

"You'd be surprised" Tatyana smiles "now, get ready and get onto the ice in ten minutes. We have a lot of work to get done"

Getting onto the rink, I look at Daniel who is before me "Well?"

"Well what?" I ask, taking his hand we start to skate.

"Your twin sister is coming this week" he picks me up into the air, he holds me by my thighs as I try to stay calm since I've got a slight fear of heights.

"Today" he brings me down after spinning us for a moment "actually she should be arriving at the Swan house by now" yes, my twin sister Bella is coming home for the semester since our birth mother Renee is now married to this small league baseball player. When Charlie told me about her coming here, her coming is all he could talk about. He talks more about her than me in the entire time I've lived with him. I use to care about that, but not anymore. It's like taking a knife and stabbing you right where numbing spray or numbing whatever has just been placed.

~Swan House~

"I'll see you tomorrow" Daniel drops me off at my home "right after school"

"Got it" nodding my head, yeah Angela is dropping me off at school tomorrow and coming with me to Seattle. She for permission from her parents to come with since I'm going to be her candid for the newspaper at school "see you at three thirty"

As he drives off, a truck comes into the driveway. A familiar truck "Where have you been?" Paul demands as he gets out of his truck. Like I said, Paul has been more temperamental lately and whenever I ask him what's wrong he brushed me aside or snaps at me.

"Port Angelas" holding my bag that holds my skates and apparel specifically for ice skating "you know with the championship coming up I've had to be practicing more and longer"

"Hey" grabbing my arm, rather roughly "can't you do it alone? Why do you need a partner?"

"Why do you care?" I ask, pulling my arm from his right grip "you've never been like this before"

He just stares at me angered "I don't want you skating with that Daniel anymore"

"Don't tell me what to do" I go inside the house as Paul gets into his truck to drive off. What is his problem? He has never been jealous of my partners before, why now? I don't like it. This side of him scares me.

When I walk inside, I go up to my room as a girl with tight layered clothing with very bland colors comes out of the bathroom. She kind of looks like she's trying to show off her body underneath those layers of clothing. How she looks I'm guessing she's anorexic or she could be like me where she works out constantly to maintain her weight. She has dull long thigh brown hair with chocolate brown eyes like Charlie, she has porcelain colored skin and is about the same height as myself well maybe she's a couple inches shorter since I'm five foot six so I'm guessing she's five foot four? Maybe five foot three.

"Who" she looks me over "the hell are you?"

"Who the hell are you?" I ask crossing my arms

"Catalina" looking over we see Charlie come upstairs "you remember your sister Bella?" Looking at Isabella, the last time I saw her she was a clumsy mess. The person before me is a bitchy person "Bella remember Catalina?"

We stare at one another, great I've got a bitchy sister who both birth parents would rather have. Clicking my tongue, I just head into my room ignoring both Isabella—she hates being called by her full name. Don't know why but she does. God help me if I have to deal with her this entire semester. Hopefully it's one semester.