"Now, devotees may argue that one sport or game is inherently better than another. For me, sport is actually a chance for us to have other human beings push us to excel. I want you all to come over here and take a slip of paper and line up single file." Keating explained.

Ana was ecstatic that she got to join in on sports for once, as she normally wasn't permitted to. So there she stood, amongst all of the other boys in her English class, her small arms and torso shivering in Neil's rather large grey sweatshirt.

"Fitz! Would you please hand a sheet out to everyone?" The captain asked.

"Oh, why me, sir?" Ana whined but complied anyway.

When the boys and Ana had all taken a slip of paper each, they formed a line.

"Oh, to struggle against great odds. To meet enemies undaunted." Pitts said lazily.

"Sounds to me like you're daunted. Say it again like you're undaunted." Keating said.

"Oh, to struggle against great odds. To meet enemies undaunted!" Pitts gave the ball a good kick, as encouraged to do.

A few other boys, including Meeks, took their turns and then it was Hopkins. He was known for not being very enthusiastic, about anything really, and he wasn't the sharpest pencil in the pack.

"Oh, to have life henceforth the poem of new joys." He crumpled up his paper and touched the ball with his toe lightly.

"Boo! That was pathetic!" Ana laughed.

"Agreed, Fitz. Come on, Charlie, let it fill your soul!" Keating said, beaming.

"To indeed be a god!" Charlie yelled with his hands above his head. Ana whooped loudly, laughing. She was next.

"Advance with confidence towards her dreams and to meet with a success unexpected in everything that she does," Ana said, grinning and she booted the ball as hard as she could. It went miles. Further than any of the other boy's footballs.

"Holy shi-"

"Language, Mr Dalton," Keating said, cutting Charlie off. All of the boys stared at Ana's ball in awe.

"Well, go get it then Fitz!" Meeks said.

"You've got to speak to Mr Nolan about joining the soccer team..." Knox said, grinning. Anastasia shrugged and jogged after her ball.

"I was on the football team back at Reynolds, we would play...civilised games against other schools, but it wasn't anything serious. I thought I told you all this." She said as she returned, ball tucked under her arm, ponytail drooping.

Neil couldn't be more amazed by the blonde girl in front of him. He grinned delightedly.

"You've got a bit of something on your face. Think it's drool." Charlie teased him quietly and Neil elbowed him.

"Fitz, that was amazing." He said to her as she walked over to him.

"Oh, please. I bet if any of you tried hard enough you'd go way further."

"Whatever."

"Yeah, I doubt it too." Charlie chuckled and slung his arms around the two of them as they began to walk back into the building.

"Get your sweaty arms off of me, Charlie Dalton, before I rip them off!" Ana exclaimed, giggling.

"Shut up." He said and put his other arm around her, making her squirm and fidget, laughing with glee.

Neil felt every nerve in his body tense at the sight of it. Charlie's closeness to Ana made his blood boil. 'No, Neil, you know they're just friends. You know that they're just like that. Don't get jealous.'

"Hey, Neil, haven't you got auditions tomo- hey, what's wrong? You look put out." Fitz said, managing to get out of Charlie's grip.

"I- I'm fine, An." He said and she frowned in concern. "Come on, let's just go inside. We all need to shower. We probably smell." He grinned half-heartedly and the three of them made their way into the school.

"Hey, I've got dinner with the Richardson's Saturday. Do either of you know who they are?" Ana asked.

"Oh, like Robert Richardson?" Charlie asked, opening the door to his room.

"Who?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Oh, right you're not from around here. Robert Richardson, he was here last year, he was a total stuck up."

"Yeah, snitched on us one time cause he found us smoking." Neil chuckled.

"And rightly so." A snooty-looking boy said as he walked past, nose in the air.

"Sorry, but who are you to be listening to our conversation?" Ana asked the boy.

"Billy Richardson. That's my brother you're talking about. Also, it's an honour to finally meet you, Miss Fitzgerald, I've heard tremendous things about you." 'Billy' said, smiling at Fitz.

"Um, thank you but...do I know you?"

"It was I who sent you the pens, and also I who asked my parents to invite you to dinner."

"Ah, I see. Who, may I ask, told you about...well, me?"

"Why, Hugh Cameron, of course. His brother Richard talks about you to him all the time and then Hugh tells me."

"Excuse me?" Ana laughed.

"Wh- what are you all doing here outside my dormitory?" The red-headed boy asked, conveniently walking over at just the right moment.

"You talk about me to your brother, Cameron?" Anastasia said, twirling her hair and making the poor boy go redder than his hair.

"W- what do you mean?" He stammered.

"Never mind," she laughed, "Tell your brother I said hi." She patted his shoulder patronisingly and walked away.

Charlie and Neil stood there, amused and yet, neither of them knew entirely what just happened.

Ana walked into her room and took off her shoes. She decided to wash later when she would be certain that all of the boys would be at dinner.

Not knowing what to do with herself, she put Frank Sinatra's 'Young at Heart' on the record player and sat down at her desk, running her fingers along the keys of her typewriter. And soon, she began to tap away at them, words flowing onto her page before they had fully formed in her mind, but she was too far gone to come back now, too overwhelmed with the palaces she was building out of her paragraphs.

The story was of an emperor's daughter, who was so lonely locked away in her palace, with only her books and her blossom trees for company. Her father was scared of how the world would treat his child if it knew of the power that she held or if the people knew of the destruction she could cause. With the flick of her pinkie, everything that was as they knew it would end.

The young girl, however, did not know of her power and so every time she saw him, she begged her father to let her out to see the world and meet people and visit all of the cities and smell every daisy and every rose but every day he would say no. Each night, she cried herself to sleep and she prayed that one day her father would see reason and let her go.

One particularly sunny day, the emperor's daughter was visited by her father, and like normal, she begged and pleaded for him to let her out.

"But, why can't I leave, Tatay? Why?" She cried.

"You do not know of the dangers this world holds." He responded calmly.

"And I never will know if I don't get to see them!"

"It is for your own good, Anak."

"I'm old enough to decide that for myself, aren't I?"

"You're still a child-"

"I'm not a child anymore, Tatay. If Nanay were here, she'd understand."

"Don't talk about your Nanay! I am the emperor, and I say what goes! You are not to leave this palace!" The emperor was roaring, all his anger, grief and guilt that had built up inside him was finally letting loose. His daughter fell limply to the floor and he suddenly regretted it all. The doctor had warned him to be gentle with her when he first learned of her power. "Anak?" He walked towards her hesitantly before flinching back.

The girl began to rise into the air, her dark locks turning the purest shade of white the man had ever seen and her eyes had rolled back into her head.

"Tatay, I am not...a...child!" She screamed, her back arching so vigorously, the cracking of her bones echoed through the hall.

The floor began to shake, and then the walls, and then the roof. It was all going to fall.

"Anak, please, we can talk this through, just- just come back down to the floor. Just- just calm down..."

"I am calm, Tatay," she said, her voice distorted.

"Come back down here...please...I'm sorry!"

"Sorry? Well, I'm afraid it's too late for that now."

"Please, my Anak. Please...just..."

The girl's body lurched forwards and then back again as she let out a blood-curdling scream. The building was shaking so violently that it began to collapse. She continued to rise up in the air, screaming louder and louder, the building kept falling.

"Ana-" the emperor was crushed by a falling pillar, and the girl stopped screaming. She stopped floating, her hair returned to its normal colour and she fell to the floor in exhaustion.

But the building kept crumbling. It had crushed everyone inside of it, including both the emperor and his daughter.

There was no trace of the girl that had once lived in the palace, but in amongst all the rubble was a singular white rose where the girl's body had laid just moments ago.

A rose for Rose.

Ana sighed and collapsed to the floor, her story finished. She didn't know where that had come from, but she knew that she needed to share it with someone who would appreciate it for what it truly was.

Mr Keating.

She pulled on her white converse, bundled together all the sheets of her story and walked as quickly as she could to his office. Rapping on the door, she let herself in and slammed the paper upon his small table.

"Captain, I've created a masterpiece." She stated confidently.

His only response was a raised eyebrow. After a very long pause, he said: "I am glad you feel so strongly about this, but what am I to do with it?"

"Well, I was hoping that you'd read it. That is why I write stories, after all, is so they can be read someday."

"What is my word to it, though?"

"Stop being so cryptic and read the bloody thing already!" She exclaimed excitedly.

"I'll read it this evening and get back to you about it," he smirked slightly. "Good evening, Fitz."

"Good evening, Captain." She grinned and skipped out of the room.