Since I was two, I had been trying to become a star. My mom had these old videos of me, dancing and singing, but at the back, I had always seen something move slightly...like it wasn't natural. Until now, I had ignored it. But I had no idea that because of them, my life would be in so much danger now. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Yes, I mostly discontinue my other stories, but I will try my best to make sure this is finished, if people like it. Part One. "Eliza, get back into line. I can't see a thing." Emma said, standing on her tip-toes. "Blame Kristen! She's so tall!" Eliza argued with her twin, scrunching up her nose. "Victoria, what role are you trying out for?" Elliana's soft voice asked. "Um..singing and acting." I said nervously. Elliana's soft brown curls matched her chocolate-colored skin, and her slim figure. Her sparkling green eyes showed happiness, not nervousness, like me. I had glossy black hair down to my waist, which is always so messy, as it is tangled up. My boring green "shade of forest" eyes stood in with the crowd, all right. I had a boring tan figure. My gran was Indian, so I guess I inherited my looks from her. "Elli..aren't you nervous?" I asked her, but she was looking at Emma and Eliza. The twins were both strawberry-blonde, with pale skin and a lot of freckles on their noses. Their eyes were a liquid brown. "Ooh! I call dibs on singing!" Eliza squealed. "Ooh!! Hey!! That's no fair! Eliza!" Emma yelled. "Sorry?" Elliana turned her attention back to me. "You're not nervous, Elli?" I repeated. "I am..but look at Mariah and her popularity group. " She said, referring to the snobs that were with us. "Omigawd! Totally love the shade of your lipstick!" One of Mariah's clones said. Elliana and I just called them the pink Barbies. "Wait..where are we going again?" I asked Elliana, confused. Elliana rolled her eyes, smiling. "We're going to The Talent Arts Academy."
"Oh yeah. " I said in relief, and got back in line. *twenty minutes later* "Passport, miss. Form?" The robotic lady at the counter asked. I passed her my passport and form, and she gave it back to me, with a quick," Welcome to Talent Arts Academy England. " Suddenly, out of the corner of my eye, something moved. As usual, I thought it was my mind being pathetic. Eliza and Emma were fighting over a dorm. A dorm THEY got to share, of course. "Hey'! I wanna sleep that side!" Emma whispered to her sister. "I bagged it first!" Eliza stuck her tongue up, and Emma scowled. Eliza was the smart one of the two sisters, and Emma was the girly one. "Dorm 23. You will be sharing with..Elliana Zandera. Victoria Brooke?" The other person said, and I hurried off to my dorm. Elliana was already lying there, and left me in shock. "Elliana?" I asked. The face turned, and it was not Elliana's face. "Yes, Victoria..I have been waiting a long time for you.."
Th face turned, revealing a hideous green face, with three eyes. It's forehead was permanently creased, and it had blowed-up cheeks. It struggled out of Victoria's bed, and I remembered it from my Mythology lessons. It was a...a..Cyclops! A Dawernto Cyclop, I could tell. They were like vampires, they yearned for female's blood. They were one of the most hideous kind of monster. "Who-who are you? Get away from Elliana's bed!" I yelled nervously, backing away. "You don't understand, Victoria Brooke..Victoria Madison Brooke to be exact...I want your blood. Your damned father..he owes me. " The monster gave a chuckle, but it was full of angriness, not laughter or pleasure. "Freaking get away!" I shrieked. "Die!" Suddenly, water swirled around it, and it was gone, leaving specks of red dust on Elliana's bed. "What..happened.." I fell to my knees, and straightened myself up as Elliana went into the room. I quickly straightened my jeans, feeling something in my pocket. "That's strange..I don't remember putting anything there.." It was a fold of paper. I unfolded it, scanning my eyes over quickly. "Meet me at Central Park. 4.30. "
Elliana burst into the room cheerfully, with a "Hey, Victoria! Mademoiselle Christandara is teaching us classical ballet in Ballet Theater 17. Let's go! " Not that she needed any. Elliana did ballet, modern dance, classical ballet, Chinese dancing, tap dance, ice skating, gymnastic, and she had the voice of an angel. The only thing Elliana couldn't do was..well, she hated cooking, and chores. Changing into the satin rose-pink leotard and soft, pink, skirt that was the uniform. Elliana looked perfect in it, but I looked like a duckling hobo. As I was walking, I bumped into a tall figure in a hat, and a thick coat. "Central Park, Victoria Brooke. " he or she said in a menacing voice, but when Elliana looked at the person, whoever it was bolted away quickly, and I ignored the goosebumps I had. *twenty minutes later* "And one and two and three! Carla, keep your leg straight! Alison, dont chit-chat! Nice work, Elliana and Victoria!" Mademoiselle Christandara said, her slim body bobbing up and down as she corrected each girl. I stared in shock, still focusing on my exercise. It was the first time anyone had said," Nice work, Victoria!" to me. Well, any teacher. "Right, class. Dismissed!" Mademoiselle waved us away with her hand as the soft dings of the bell rang. We hurried to the changing room, tugging our jeans and tops on. It was almost 4.00. Been the stupid girl as I was, I raced off, to Central Park. Little did I know what would happen.. P.S. This isn't the real Central Park on this story, it's just a small park in England.