When the fantastic 5 met in Paris's Academy for Gifted Youths… (Pretend that they are all the same age!)

Chapter 1: when we meet

YUMI'S POV.

"Yumi darling, take care of your sister for me. She is still young and naive." My mother pulled me close for a hug and released me, doing the same to my sister, Aelita. I smiled, trying to look wholehearted and nodded dutifully. My mother, well I call her by her name since she says calling her mother sounds old, Sabrina Leighton, handed me and Aelita more cash. She had given each of us our own credit cards, thousands of dollars worth of cash and new phones.

"Sure Sabrina,"

With that, Aelita and I walked into the immigration checkpoints, leaving home for the next three years, well apart from summer vacations. "I'm so excited! Can you believe it Yumi? Three years by ourselves!" Aelita squealed, her voice high-pitched, the tone of excitement, of hope.

We had always wanted to go to a boarding school that specialises in dance. In Aelita's case, art. Receiving the invitation to go to the Paris's Academy for Gifted Youths was a heady one. Only a hundred youths in France were invited to join them due to the fact that each lesson had only five students to a teacher.

"Yes. I can believe that." I tried to keep the heavy sarcasm out of my voice. "Hurry, we are gonna miss our flight." I quickened my steps, light and gentle not in a banging sound that radiated through the ground. Aelita rushed after me, her footsteps making a reasonably loud sound. I cringed but ignored it.

As we stepped onto the plane, the pretty air stewardess took in my appearance. Shades on, designer clothes, skin-tight tights, ballet slippers and a khaki-coloured coat. Aelita was wearing flats, jeans and a branded tee under a cashmere sweater. "3A and B is right here." She ushered us to our first class seats, well, a cabin more likely, for the two of us. I flashed a prize-winning smile as Aelita grinned.

The stewardess started to help us with our bags but we refused. "It's okay. We are gonna take some things out anyway." Aelita said kindly.

"Well then, have a nice trip ladies!" and with a click on her heels, she shut our cabin door and left.

I sat down primly in my seat, getting comfy as Aelita pulled out a table attached to some wall. She began to take out her brushes, paper and paint. I ignored her, knowing that she had some new inspiration and rummaged through my bag for my iPod. I leaned back in my seats, putting on my seatbelt as my excitement increase as we leave the country.

After an hour or so, I woke up. It was almost time for lunch. I studied myself in my mirror. I looked presentable at least. I stood up from my seat, leaving Aelita to work on her creation as I stretched my legs after being stiff for a while. I left the cabin, closing the door lightly as I pranced down the many rows of cabins.

"Ouch!" I looked up as a person hit my shoulder. "That hurts!" i looked up to a set of brown eyes looking at me with concern.

"I'm sorry. Are you alright?" He looked at me earnestly, apology sweeping his expression. And for once in my entire life, I couldn't say a thing.

"Erm… well… yeah. I'm fine. Just look at where you are going the next time!" I stuttered.

He chuckled lightly. "For a minute I thought you were gonna kill me!" his face contorted into a joyful expression. I couldn't help but smile, all anger washed away.

"Yeah… whatever!" I waved quickly as he waved goodbye.

The ride after that was nothing but a blur to me. All I could think of was him and him only. There was mixed reactions within myself. A part of me was shy and well… the other part of me was ashamed of myself, for letting down my guard. My Ice Princess appearance I had for as long as I had been born.

"Ladies and Gentleman, we have reached Paris, France. The time now is 6.56PM. Thank you for flying with France Airlines. We hope you enjoy your stay in Paris." The captain's voice broke my reverie. Aelita gathered her stuff as I did with mine and we left the plane.

It was snowing in Paris and I donned on my white winter coat, slipping on my beige coloured beanie. Aelita had put on a muffler and a brown coat, her duffel bag slung over her shoulders.

"Come on, Aelita!" I said, cheered up by the fact that it was snowing hard. She skipped along, as we claimed our luggage, waiting for a taxi to bring us to a hotel to spend the night before we go to the Academy the next day.

And there he was again, but this time with two blondes, a nerd and a silly looking… guy. My heart skipped a beat. "Hey! Did you say that you were going to Paris's Academy for Gifted Youths?" the silly looking blonde came by, the other two in his trail. Aelita nodded, looking confused.

"We are going there too!" The brown-eyed one said with gusto. I tried not to look pleased with this fact.

"Wow, that's… great. What a coincidence…" I muttered darkly. They heard me. But before they could say a thing, Aelita butted in.

"Excuse my sister. She has a sarcasm disorder." She said cheerfully. "I'm Aelita. What's your name?"

I rolled my eyes. "I'm Odd Della Robbia, I'm here for Arts!" The silly-looking guy chimed in, all jokey and happy.

"Really, Me too!" Aelita screeched. They started talking rapidly about all the good artists and their styles, styles they prefer, modern art, types of canvases they used…

"Aelita," I snapped, embarrassed by her easy distractedness. She stopped and listened intently as the nerd started to speak softly.

"I'm Jeremy Belpois; I'm here for media art." He said quietly.

"Why is everyone here for art?" the cute guy asked, exasperated. "Anyway," he snapped out of his "anger", "I'm Ulrich Stern. Here for cello." He grinned, looking at me.

"Yumi Ishiyama, here for dance." I said dryly.

"Cool. I always thought dance was cool." Ulrich smiled genuinely. He looked incredibly handsome, sincere and yet playful.

"It's rather neat." I agreed. Then, it sunk in.

"Ishiyama? The Yumi Ishiyama? You're the world-renowned dancer! The dance prodigy! That means Aelita is the girl who owned the ishiyama's museum of abstract arts. Sabrina Leighton is the model on Victoria Secret's Fashion Show, Heidi Klum's best friend! She also owns a fashion line… And your dad, your dad is the creator of the ishiyama's enterprise, a whole chain of megastores! Your family is listed on Forbes magazine as one of the most successful families in the world!" Odd shouted.

"Heidi does come to our home often." I agreed. "And so what if my family is on Forbes magazine?"

"What do you mean by so? You are a Prodigy. Dancing once you started crawling, winning hundreds of awards. The world adores you. They know you!"

'You're right, Odd' I thought silently. 'The world owns me. Everyone knows me, my birthdate, my house, even my wardrobe. But it seems like the only person who doesn't know me is myself. I had always been a secondary character for others. Brilliant, outstanding daughter to my parents, supportive sister to Aelita, perfect dancer for the world, fine student for my instructor and the list keeps going. I never fail to wonder when I will be the main character in my own life.'

"I wished they never." I said aloud.

Everyone momentarily gasped. "Yumi!" Aelita asked shock evident in her face. "What did you mean by that?"

I rolled my eyes and how timely, a taxi turned in. "Come on Aelita. Are you coming a not?" I asked my voice snappish and mood even worse.

I closed my eyes as I sat in the backseat, pretending to be tired but I knew that once again I would be someone else's character, never my own. And that is what I feared the most.

Sorry everyone if there's grammatical error. i had to rush this out. And again, Read and Review!:D

~Lemonishpink