Author's note: Russian is not my first language, it isn't even my second. So for right now, I am using google translate. Please correct me if I'm wrong with any of the spelling.

Wed 25th October
5:30 am

I smiled at Damion. He looked at me and frowned. "Why are you so nosy. Like just mind your goddamn business", he snapped. I looked at him in shock. Me? Nosy? Honestly, I was just looking out for his best interests. I mean I couldn't be nosy if I tried. Damion is like I tightly wrapped metal box cover in chains. Not even I know everything. "Well, I don't mean-", I began. Suddenly his face contorted into Ricardo's sneer. "Honestly, your so annoying", Ricardo spat, "Now look what you've done." He pointed to a crying baby boy. "What do you meAAAANN?", I shrieked falling into a hole, while Anhellica waved from the top saying, "Your brothers are sooooo cute". I landed on my butt. I was a baby. I watched through bleary eyes. as a man grabbed my mother by her hair. Suddenly was transported into my mother's body and the man was grabbing my hair. Then I all of a sudden I shrunk into a two-year-old's body. the man was still holding me by my hair. well because I shrunk he was lifting me by my hair. "Слушай, тупая сука. Ты выглядишь так же, как твоя мать. Вы думаете, что умнее и лучше меня, не так ли?", he screamed. (Listen, you stupid bitch. You look just like your mother. You think you're smarter and better than me, don't you?) Then he slapped me across my face so hard, my soul left my body. I mean that quite literally, I was now looking at myself being beaten by this man. Even though I was out of my body, I was still feeling the pain of every slap. Just then he stepped on my torso crushing my ribs. "Глупая сука" He shoved my dislocated shoulder, "Inessa. INEEEEESAAAA!!!", he screamed.

Suddenly, I shot up staring into grey eyes. My heart was going a mile a minute and I couldn't breathe. "Breathe Ness. Breathe with me. Deep breathes", a soothing voice whispered. Soon enough, I was calm. "Был странный человек ...", I muttered. (There was a strange man). I was trying to hold on to the wisps of my dream but all I could remember was the vague shape of a masculine face. It floated away leaving behind the feelings of pain, hurt and a sense of worthlessness.

I burst into tears, my hand rubbing the spot where my chest should be. large arms enveloped me and pulled me to their chest. "Shhhh.... I've got you", a deep voice said, "I've got you." I fell asleep.

7:30 am

I awoke with a start. Through bleary eyes, I looked at my alarm clock which said 7:00 am. I yawned. Mmmm... wait. 7:30 am. I have to get ready in half an hour. I quickly jumped off my bed and ran into the shower. Oh, shite, my clothes. I ran back into my room, undressed snatched up black ripped jeans, a white tank top and a towel and then ran into the bathroom to shower. Once I was done I threw on my clothes and ran back into my room. I slipped on some ankle socks and a pair of white high tops, grabbed a checkered shirt, grabbed my backpack. Then I ran back into the bathroom grabbed my makeup bag and rushed down the stairs two at a time. Rember we are rich, right? Rich people tend to have long staircases, I'll explain why later. But the long-ass staircase is not cute right now. I skidded into and look at the time on the microwave. 7:45 am. I threw some bread in the toaster, cut a slice of cheese threw it on the bread and called it a sandwich. Then I ran to the car where my brothers sat. Well actually, sat is subjective. Firstly, all the back seats were down. Damion was kneeling, leaning against the car door and punching and glaring at Ricardo, who was diving around wildly punch and kicking Damion. Geordi was curled up in the corner of the trunk, covered in a fluffy grey blanket and reading a book. In annoyance, I put down my bags, angrily chew my sandwich and stomped to the Tesla. I slammed open the car door, and Damion fell out and on top of me. Ricardo who was diving to punch Damion flew out the door. In his haste to not fly out the door, he grabbed Geordi's book, before landing on top of Damion. Suddenly pulled out his book, Geordi sat up. He noticed the book a few centimetres away from our growing sibling pile and flew out the door to get it. While scrambling out the door, he tripped over the air and landed on top of Ricardo. Snap! Then I felt a pain shooting up my foot.

8:10 am

I looked up into the mirror to put on my contour and concealer. Then I angrily patted on some brown eyeshadow. "Nessa", Ricardo whispered, "Are you ok?" I pointed to my very numb foot, stuck in a bucket of ice. "Do I look like I'm ok?", I whispered back furiously. He quickly shook his head no. I turned back around and poofed on some blush. When they heard the snap, my brothers quickly rolled off me. Thankfully Geordi wanted to be a doctor at some point and put my ankle down to a really bad sprain. Ricardo brought a bucket full of ice, and Damion grabbed a wheelchair and crutches from somewhere and shoved it in the trunk. I protested against it but was quickly overruled by the other two. This week needless to say has been interesting. Girls I've never seen before, have suddenly decided to be buddies with me. The Ortega family is the talk of the school. However, at home, Damion is still sneaking around. At this point, I don't even know what he has to hide. But today we put all that aside and invited all 700 students that attended our school, to our birthday party. Because we couldn't decide on a theme, we went with Halloween. We decide to go as The Gaang. I would be going as Toph, Damion as Zuko, Geordi as Sokka and Ricardo as Aang.

Hmmm... I thought as I brushed on some mascara What if  I ..."Nessa", Geordi snapped. I jumped out of my thought process. I raised my perfectly shaped and tinted eyebrow in response. "Something happened last night that we need to talk about", he said quite seriously. I put down my mascara and nodded for him to go ahead. "Last night you had a dream. Well, more of a nightmare really. Can you remember it?", he asked. I shook my head no. "Well that's not good", Geordi sighed, "Last night you had a nightmare that I had to scream at you to wake up out of once you did, you were in pain, not physical pain, emotional pain. Then you muttered, "There was a strange man" in Russian. Then you burst into tears and couldn't breathe. Then you calmed down and went back to sleep. It was a bit worried and I wanted to see if you remember anything."
"Sorry, I can't even remember waking up last night", I replied.
He smiled sadly. Then we pulled up to school.

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Quote of the Chapter: -JUBILEE-

Dancers create love,
Dancers create wishes,
Dancers tell stories,
Dancers create riches,
Dancers dance for laughter,
Dancers dance for tears,
Dancers dance for madness,
Dancers dance for fears,
Dancers dance for hope
Dancers dance for screams
We are the dancers.
We create our dreams.