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[abigail louise santiago]

Abigail was one of those girls that no-one really knew existed but she wasn’t like that out of choice. Abigail was just a naturally shy person and she couldn’t help it but fade into the shadows. Abi had always been a quiet person and it had been her sister Mylie that had taken the role as the popular sister and Abigail had just kept to herself. Throughout most of her life she had just stayed in her sisters shadow and so because of that had been known as Mylie’s sister. It didn’t bother her too much, she adored her sister and so being associated with her wasn’t an issue for her, in fact as she was away for her sister for a lot of the time she was really happy to always be connected to the girl that looked just the same as her. She wasn’t sure why but Mylie had always had attention from the boys whilst Abi had faded into insignificance. They looked exactly the same but yet Abigail didn’t seem to be noticed, boys just thought she was that little girl that happened to be able to dance, she wasn’t anything more than that to them and it annoyed Abigail quite a bit. Abi had the friends she needed but she wasn’t a popular girl. Abi and Mylie stuck together through everything and she knew that she would be even quieter if it wasn’t for her best friend, also known as her sister.

Abigail knew that a new school meant a new chance to really show who she was but she also knew she had kind of already blown it. People seemed to think even less of her at the new place and she didn’t know what to do. She had entered the schools chat box in the hope of meeting new friends but she was just asked why she was there and the only attention she got was when Mylie arrived and the boys realised that there were two of them. Abigail thought some of the boys were disgusting but Mylie always knew what to say to them. Abi had never really been in a proper relationship, she had had crushes but they never seemed to be interested in her, hell one of them had even been interested in Mylie. Abi had allowed her sister to date him but there was no way the young girl would do that to her sister, people had tried to separate the double-act but it was impossible. The two sisters never got sick of each other and that was probably due to the fact that they didn’t live with each other. They didn’t argue like normal sisters because they had that distance. The often missed each other because one was always at one house whilst the other was at the other. It may seem odd to have twins in different houses but for them it was just normal.

Abi sat on the stage swinging her legs over the edge. It seemed odd that someone would be sitting in the auditorium on their own but for Abi it was normal life. She was usually on her own and half the time it really bugged her but sometimes she just liked the space to think on her own. The girl looked like she was doing nothing but she was actually thinking quite hard. There was soft music playing in the background and her mind was choreographing a routine roughly. She was in her sports kit and a Gatorade bottle sat next to her. Abi had been dancing, she didn’t know where to dance except for the auditorium. The gym was a basketball court and there were always people in there practicing so she took to the stage. People never seemed to notice the girl that leaped and twisted across the brown stage. She was a very talented dancer, good enough to really go somewhere but for that to happen she needed to be noticed, something that didn’t happen very often. She smiled as a song came on that she recognised and she began to sing softly but perfectly on key. Abi’s singing was something that she kept even quieter than her dancing. Everyone knew that Mylie liked to sing but the fact that Abi had a good voice was a little known fact so whoever entered to find her there was likely to think that she was the other Santiago sister.

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[nate alexander erickson]

There were many kids crowded around the hallways, talking and laughing as they walked past Nate in groups all going in every which direction. He was standing at his locker, looking for his special pencil. Once he finally found it after having to shove everything out of the way and finding it in the very back. He grabbed it and then pulled his drawing pad out and slammed his locker door shut behind him as he made his way to the auditorium. He decided while he was standing at his locker that he would go there because hardly anyone ever went in there so he would be alone and in peace and quiet. Which would make it easier for him to concentrate on drawing. It was much to tricky to draw when there is a bunch of chatter and noise going on around him.

At first when he tried one of the big wooden doors, the set was locked. He sighed and rolled his eyes as he began making his way toward the doors farther down. After making a few turns down other hallways, he found another set of big wooden doors leading to the auditorium, and tried those. They were unlocked. He smiled a small smile, glancing around to make sure no one was going to follow him inside. He held on to the door letting it fall silently shut behind him. It was dark where he was standing so he began walking down toward the first few rows of seats. That's when he noticed the young girl. She was frolicking around up on the stage, twirling and jumping around to some faint music. She looked so graceful, like the dancing just came directly from her heart and soul. He smiled, his blue eyes focused on her as she danced across the stage. He glanced over at the row of chairs next to him and quietly stepped in, shuffling his way twelve seats in so he had a good view of her. He couldn't get too much light at where he was, but he didn't want her to notice him sitting in the crowd, watching her, his inspiration. He whipped through previous drawings until he landed on a smooth, off-white, blank page. He placed his pencil in his right hand and started sketching a picture across the page.

He was still drawing when he looked up again for more detail to find she was now sitting down on the edge of the stage, swinging her legs down, and the music was still playing in the distance. She was very quiet, like him, but seemed to be in deep thought. He went back to his drawing. It was of her, on the stage, dancing all over the stage. He wasn't sure that he liked it quite yet, but he didn't like much of his drawings right away. He took a look at his work. The young brown-haired girl looked like a ballerina. Sort of.

When he looked back up to the stage at her again, he realized she was now singing along to the song playing. He could barely hear her because she was singing so quietly, but from what he could hear, she had a good singing voice. She seemed to be shy, like himself, from what he could tell. He smiled and stood up, attempting to silently sneak forward, getting closer to the stage, hearing her voice becoming louder in his ears. She really did have a beautiful singing voice. He kept his intense blue eyes on her has he felt for the seat, but his clumsiness came into play and instead of quietly sliding into the chair, he dropped his pad and pencil and fell half into the seat, half on to the solid floor. Nate felt his face heat up and knew it was red. Great.

[abigail louise santiago]

Abigail always got immersed in her dancing, when she danced she was oblivious to everything around her. Back at her old house they had had a dance studio just for Abigail and people could walk in hoping to get her attention but they wouldn’t have a chance until she had finished her piece, even if she knew they were there she would continue to dance. Dancing was Abigail’s life and that was why she looked so relaxed on that large stage. Abigail had been dancing as long as she could remember, from the age of five to be precise. It came second nature to the girl and the way her body moved so smoothly made this point very clear. She had a way that she danced that couldn’t be achieved from hours and hours of practice, it was natural and that was what made the girl so beautiful to watch. Abi didn’t have to think when she was dancing, especially if she was improvising. It may sound sad but Abi just let the music take her, let the music lead her and she just did what her body wanted her to do. Dancing had always come naturally to her, she had to work hard at everything except dancing but dancing was the thing Abi worked the hardest at, she didn’t believe in natural ability.

Abi was extremely competitive but not in the way you would expect. She didn’t enjoy taking part in dance competitions or doing random spur of the moment dance-offs, no, she was competitive against herself. She was always striving to get better than last time, to beat herself, to do better than people expected from her. Abigail realised that people that hadn’t seen her dance didn’t expect her to be any good but it wasn’t really about proving them wrong, it was about proving herself wrong. She wanted to break all her barriers, if she found a move difficult she would keep doing it until she had it down perfect. Abigail often recorded her practices so she could watch them back and see if she let her foot slack or her hand wasn’t quite in the right position, she was a perfectionist and although others would think her dance was perfection Abi would find something wrong with it. She was forever criticising herself and it was probably due to that that she wasn’t very confident. She never felt she was good enough, always striving for better. She wasn’t ever happy with herself and was constantly putting herself down, her parents blamed it on always being in her sisters shadow, Abi blamed it on her perfectionism, she knew she wasn’t perfect so she wouldn’t be completely proud of herself until she was, and that she knew was unobtainable.

Abi was sitting on the edge of the stage when she heard a giant crash and looked out into the auditorium; it was hard to see if there was anyone there as the stage lights were beaming down onto her. Her eyes adjusted to the light and she saw a boy stand up obviously quite embarrassed. Abi wasn’t sure how long he had been sitting there but she went red too as an automatic reaction. She smiled lightly at him before asking, “how long have you been here?” in her soft voice. She didn’t know if he had seen her dance or whether he had heard her singing, she just knew that she most likely had something to be embarrassed about. Abi often kept to herself and she liked to keep her hobbies to herself too, they were her things. She was suddenly regretting cutting her hair, had it still been long she could have flicked it over to the other side, pretended to be Mylie and she would have gotten away with it. Over the years the girls had gotten quite good at perfecting each other, whether it was to get a guy to go away or just for fun, though Mylie often used it to chat up boys that she knew her shyer sister liked but wouldn’t dare speak to herself.

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[nate alexander erickson]

Nate really hadn't expected that to happen. Him falling, the cause being him tripping over his own feet, wasn't something that was usual. But, unfortunately, he was clumsy, especially at times when he shouldn't be. Like now, for instance. He was trying to be quiet, not wanting this girl to hear him creeping closer, but no. It was like his body felt guilty, like he was doing something wrong and decided, 'Oh! Let's just embarrass Nate today!' He hated it; it was annoying. He cursed under his breath once his face turned red. He didn't move though. Just stayed where he was, although, it was a very uncomfortable position. He swallowed and squeezed his eyes shut as he concentrated being completely invisible.

“How long have you been here?” he heard the girl speak, her voice soft, almost nervous. He looked up at the bright, lit-up stage, seeing the girl standing on the edge of the stage, squinting down at him. He stood up quickly, leaving his junk on the hard floor. He already felt stupid enough, he didn't wanna make it any worse. He swallowed again and then cleared his throat as he rubbed the back of his neck as he tried to think up something to say that wouldn't make him sound like an idiot.

He blinked twice, quickly before he spoke. “Um, I uh, the doors were open and I was looking for some peace and quiet and...” he trailed off for a moment, swallowing before he started again. “I saw you up on the stage and you kind of... inspired a drawing I was, um, working on.” he glanced down at the floor, bending down to pick up his drawing pad and pencil. “See? I can show you it, if you think I'm lying.” He bit his lip. Gosh, he felt like such an idiot. He thought about walking up to the stage to show her, but he didn't want to make her uncomfortable or anything. He probably sounded stupid but he didn't care. At least he was telling the truth.

He stood there awkwardly as he waited for her to say something. The heat burning in his face finally wearing off. Nate rested back on the seat and stared up at the stage, his icy blue eyes resting on her. After a second though he shook his head and focused on the ground. On his feet. He didn't want to meet eyes with her. He hated the weird feeling. So he focused on other things until he heard her voice.

(ooc: sorry it's short! ugh! : /)