"Chloe, point." I was told by my choreographer, Lace. I was dressed in my usual dance practice outfit: light skin tight, pink tights, black body suit, and light pink skirt. My light brown locks were in a pony tale, pink ballet flats tide tight. I did as Lace told me and lifted my leg, pointed my toe, and laid it on the bar. "When you are this age girls, this will come as easy to you as breathing." Lace said to the Year One girls, they were so tiny.

I smiled, I loved being used as a model. I took my leg down and said goodbye to the younger girls, making my way to my group of friends. Across the studio in outfits that matched mine were three girls, Heather, Ashley, and Macy.

Heather and Ashley were auburn headed twins with a million freckles, and Macy was my blonde headed friend I couldn't do without. "The little ones are so cute, I can't wait to enroll my daughter in here." I said.

"Yeah, but you can wait to have it." Heather said, noticing my no boobs and bitty bitty ballerina body. "Your baby would starve with those A cups."

"Thanks Heather." I pulled up my body suit.

"Oh don't worry Chloe with that body even the weakest male dancer could put you up." Ashley smacked my back. I smiled in pride, course, I wasn't always like this. Back when I was 10 I was short and plump like a grape. But that was almost seven years ago.

"Ladies time to practice lyrical." We were told. There were about 15 girls in the studio for our age group, all of them fitting one shape: snooty prima noses that weren't really free, expensive cars sitting in the parking lot, and all went to one school: Cold Fork Private.

For an hour we did our turns, our tumbles, and our back curving. Almost ten minutes until the end of practice, I noticed something. I looked into the mirror and what looked back stunned me.

She was long and tan, hair brushing her back. Her cheek bones were high and her eyes were blue as the ocean. She was beautiful, mature looking and graceful. She was one one leg, the other around her hips, her arms above her head. This woman was perfect.

I fell into my legs when Lace told us practice was over for the night, and ran to my bag. My heart was racing, had I seen, me? I never thought of myself as anywhere near perfection, but the woman in the mirror was beautiful!

Maybe I was seeing things, I would have Will take a look at me once I got home. "Chloe are you in a rush, I wanted to talk to you about something?" Lace said, going through a stack of yellow papers.

"Yes Miss Lace?"

"Next week the schools having try outs for a agent in Paris."

"Paris?" My breath stopped short, was she about to ask me what I think she was?

"Not IN Paris the man in from Paris." She raised a smart, sharp brow at me. "But I want you and Ashley to try out."

"Whats about Heather and Macy? There just as good as us."

"They are good, very good in fact. But you and Ashley seem to have something more then them. Heather and Ashley may be twins but Ashley is the more grown up one. And Chloe I'm not sure if you've noticed or not but your face is starting to mature, you look like your in your 20's."

"I look old?" My hands smacked the side of my face with a POP.

"You don't look OLD." Lace tugged on a tiny wrinkle that was starting to ford in the corner of her lips. "You look mature. Your growing up well and even though your only seventeen your actions have showed me your ready for bigger things."

"Wow, um, thank you Miss Lace." My hands started shaking a little and I rubbed them over my skirt a million times.

"But your mother is waiting in the parking lot so I suppose I'll talk to you and Ashley Sunday. Good evening Chloe." Lace swished her hand and like a gust of wind I ran out the door. My moms silver Porsche was sitting in the parking lot alone, the old sound of mid evil times music playing.

"I feel sick." Moms head jumped at the sound of me getting in the car, I turned down the music.

"Whats wrong? Stomach hurt?" She asked.

"Yeah." I lied. But, I didn't even know what was wrong. My head hurt and so did my stomach, but not in the painful 'ate the wrong taco bell' but more like 'oh gawd something bad is gonna happen.'

"We'll get ya home and you can lay down." Mom started driving when we finally did get home Will, moms husband, met me in the kitchen with one of those doctor things that they use on your back when you breath.

"Just a stomach ache I believe." Will said. The maid handed me some kind of pain killer and sent me to my room so Will and mom could discuss our new gardener. Our house was a mansion, good size with old style settings. My room looked like Cinderella – after she married – lived there.

A large king sized bed, white and silver. Large floor to roof window with light see-through curtains. Everything had a vintage feel to it, and white carpet. I had wanted hard wood floors so I could dance around my room but Will said it was out of the question.

"Rains comin' down hard tonight." Said Maddie, our house maid. She had a load of my cloths in her hands.

"Of course." I fell back on my bed, letting my hair go everywhere. My stomach was still doing the funny thing, and I had no idea why. "Maddie?"

"Yes Miss Valentine?"

"Have you ever had a funny feeling?"

"What do you mean?"

"My stomachs flipping out and I have a weird feeling in the back of my head."

"Intuition?"

"Explain?"

"Like when you decide not to get on a elevator because you feel something bad will happen if you do. Then that elevator breaks."

"Like esp?"

"If you want to call it that." She felt my room shrugging her shoulders. Later that night I submerged my entire body into a steaming hot bath.

"Intuition huh." I smacked some water, got back out and fell asleep.