2Chapter 2: So wait, these snobby blonde people may not be my family?
Axelle and Amber were out of school today rehearsing for that day's Corny Collin's Show. Axelle would rather be at school. She wondered if she would graduate from high school. She was sure that she had missed more than ten days of school, and she knew that the school could withhold credits if she missed too much school. She had to graduate to get away from the Von Tussels.
The group of teen dancers heard footsteps behind them. The group turned around, they were a bunch of dorky looking teenage girls. There was Tracy Turnblad, Susan Goldberg with her large nose and her bad clothes (she had her eyes set intently on Axelle), and other girls that she didn't know.
"Continue dancing everyone while I greet the potential new cast members." Velma said walking through the dancers. The teen cast members started pair dancing.
"Axelle why is Susan Goldberg staring at you?" The boy dancing with her asked.
"I don't know." Axelle responded as she was spun around and dipped.
"I bet she's a dyke." The boy responded with a smirk. Axelle got up and smacked him.
"Don't say that it's offensive! Just like saying the N word!" She responded angrily.
"N*****, N****, N****!" he responded annoying Axelle. Axelle walked away from him irritated.
The auditions basically were Velma and Amber insulting the girls at every turn, it was awful. She always had a glare on her face when they went into their catty mode, and there was next to nothing anyone else could do to make her feel better. They had really bitched at Tracy Turnblad, and that was it for Axelle. She angrily walked out of the studio.
"HEY AXELLE!" Susan called after her.
"Yes Susan?" she asked. A scowl still on her face.
"I have something to show you." Susan said grabbing Axelle's wrist.
Before Axelle could ask any questions, the two girls were running through the streets of Baltimore. They were going rather fast, it was because of Susan's speed or Axelle's weakness; it was most likely a little bit of both.
"We're here." Susan said stopping at a Synagogue.
"Why are we here?" Axelle asked.
"A woman wanted to speak to you. She thinks you're her son's child." Susan said leading Axelle in by the wrist.
"What? No way! That woman must be mistaken!" Axelle said trying to break free from Susan, but Susan had an iron grip on Axelle.
"Axelle, I'm afraid I must insist. You are nothing like the other Von Tussels. Have you even thought you might have been adopted?" Susan said seriously.
"Well yes since I don't look a thing like them, but it can't be true!" Axelle explained still trying to get away.
Susan practically had to drag Axelle in the house of worship. An old woman sat there in the pew. She turned around, she had Axelle's eyes. Axelle was stunned. The woman ran over and hugged and kissed Axelle.
"This is Mrs. Bernheart, her son Moyshe died in Auschwitz, he had a lover named Nicole Renard. Nicole went to meet him in Poland with their six month old daughter Axelle when the war was over. When Nicole had learned of Moyshe's death she shot herself. Soviet Troops found the child crying and brought her and her mother's body to the local Undertaker's office, and then the Undertaker brought the child to the orphanage where the child remained till she was four years old. Axelle was then adopted by a blonde American family from Baltimore." A Jewish man said walking out of the shadows.
"Fayvel! You old pervert! How do you know about this?" Susan yelled at the man.
"Well for one thing I was in Auschwitz with Axelle's father in the camps, and I learned the rest of the story from the old bag here." Fayvel said indicating Mrs. Bernheart. Fayvel was middle aged, but very handsome. He had an olive complexion, dark hair with gray streaks, and brown eyes.
"Is this Moyshe's daughter? She's really pretty." Fayvel said stroking Axelle's hair.
"Yes she is, stay away from her you pev!" Susan exclaimed.
"I apologize Susan, but I don't listen to little girls. If I wish to know Ms. Axelle I will." The middle aged man said defiantly.
Axelle was impressed, he was much more mature then the boys at school.
"Allow me to walk you home Ms. Axelle." Fayvel said kissing her hand.
They walked home, talking about her father. When they reached Axelle's house, he kissed her.
"The hell do you think you're doing pervert?" she asked, while spitting out his saliva.
"Silly Axelle, you're so naïve, just like your papa." Fayvel said laughing.
"You screwed my dad?" Axelle asked outraged.
"Nah, he wouldn't let me. Loved your mother too much. Got a few kisses though, I plan to get more out of you." He said suggestively. Axelle shivered and got into her home.
When Axelle entered her room. She felt very confused, Fayvel was very handsome, but if he was in the camps with her father, he had to be at least forty years old. She had to sing a song for the Corny Collins show, and she figured this would be good. After six hours, she came up with this:
Young school girl
The Subject of an old perv's fantasy
He wants her so badly
Knows what he wants to be
With the vigor of a young man
You could keep the secret of your years
Bookmark it, he is so close now
She's not even half his age
Don't Stand, Don't Stand So,
Don't Stand So Close To Me
Old man you're out of Your Mind
Your Love or Me Is Way Out Of Line
Better Run man, you're Much Too old man
Temptation, Frustration So Bad It makes her cry!
Beneath Your cologne and nice clothes
You're Just a grandpa in Disguise
Get Out of Here Before You Have
The time to change your mind
Because I'm Afraid You'll go too far
Don't Stand, Don't Stand So,
Don't Stand So Close to me!
Old man you're out of Your Mind
Your Love For me is Way out of Line
Better Run man! You're Much Too old man!
Don't Stand, Don't Stand So,
Don't Stand So Close To Me'!
You're Much Too old man!
(Don't Stand, Don't Stand So,)
Don't Stand So Close To Me
You're Much Too old ... man
"What are you singing Axelle?" Amber asked walking in.
"I didn't say you could come in." Axelle said tartly.
"I asked a question, what are you singing?" Amber asked getting frustrated with her sister.
"If it's so important to you then fine, I'm trying my new song I just wrote." Axelle responded.
"It's okay, but I don't think mom would like it, your normal singing voice is improving. Also what were you doing with Susan Goldberg?" Amber asked wrinkling her nose.
"We just were out and about the town." Axelle said.
"You were also walking back with a man. Who was he?" Amber asked.
"How come you're so interested in my life all of a sudden?" Axelle asked.
"I'm making sure you're not embarrassing our family! You know we can't be seen with people like that! It would destroy my career!" Amber exclaimed.
"I highly doubt the people I hang out with would affect your supposedly potential stage career. Also how do you know about my being walked home by Fayvel?" Axelle asked; she felt like her privacy was being slightly invaded.
"So that's his name." Amber said.
"You better not tell mom! I'll handle Fayvel all by myself!" Axelle exclaimed.
"You know you were adopted right?" Amber asked leaning on Axelle's shoulder.
"Why is everyone saying I'm adopted all of a sudden? They said so at the Synagogue and now here!" Axelle said getting frustrated.
"I'm sorry to say that it's true. I remember going to pick you up at the orphanage. You were so ugly back then, but now you're lovely. Just like an ugly duckling." Amber said.
Axelle thought her heart had stopped. She always knew there was something off about her being a part of the Von Tussele family, but adopted? She could've understood if Mr. Von Tussele wasn't her father, but Velma was her mother. Also was the story about her birthparents being tragic lovers in World War two true? If so, how could her birth mother kill herself? How could she leave Axelle as a six month old baby?
*DISCLAIMER* I only own Axelle, Fayvel, and the Bernhearts. The song is originally from Glee (Don't Stand/Young Girl is the original song)