When new girl Michelle joins A-troupe, everything changes. What'll happen now that Emily's throne is up for grabs? With love comes scandal, sex and secrecy, and with these dancers, there's always a price to pay.
The Next Step TV show reimagined as...
Trigger Warning- Mentions of eating disorders (bulimia, unhealthy eating habits), and weight. Do not read this chapter if the above may trigger you, please look after your mental health and remember that you deserve to eat. <3
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I sling my dance bag over my shoulder, bypassing the rest of my team mates in the hopes that none of them will speak to me.
I've been struggling at Elite a lot more than usual lately, and ever since I found Amanda vomiting in the toilet, she's been giving me a living hell.
She told me to pretend like it never happened, she said if I mentioned it to anyone she would make sure I ended up doing much worse.
I didn't want to push her, I knew that she was probably just lashing out at me. I'm never normally intimidated by other people, especially not bitchy girls like Amanda, but this isn't my turf, it's unknown territory I guess, so it's harder to stand up for myself.
If Steph was here she'd probably be able to help me out a lot, especially since she's quite friendly with the team.
Her and Amanda are quite good friends, she always gets invited to her parties. The only reason why Amanda is never invited to Steph's parties is because I tell her not to ask her, and Steph listens. She has enough friends to not need to rely on inviting people from Elite, so it doesn't really affect her too badly.
I think Steph has hooked up with Max once or twice as well, and now that I've been here at Elite for a while, I've noticed that it's not only Amanda with an unhealthy relationship with food.
Max only drinks milk and water, he told me that he puts protein powder in the milk as a supplement for real food. He says he gets protein and calcium from the milk which helps to keep him lean, and that way he won't be ridiculed by Lucien for being "overweight."
He couldn't be further from that, if anything he's underweight. For some reason the milk actually seems to work, he does look very tall and is about as muscly as James, so on the surface it appears as if he's the epitome of health.
It hurts to see that most of the dancers here are forced into this disgusting lack of self worth ideology from when they're practically babies. Most of them have been dancing here since they were five years old, I couldn't imagine growing up here at the mercy of Lucien, he's horrific.
A part of me just wants to return to The Next Step, but they've already replaced me with Giselle, and so there's also a bigger part of me that wouldn't be seen dead begging for their help.
I'll put up with the conditions here at Elite, but I'll be damned if I let Lucien's cruel words have any effect on me.
I'm stronger than that, I have to be. I have an advantage because I haven't had these harsh claims drilled into me since I was a child. Hopefully I'll be able to rise above his horrific behaviour, I believe in myself and my own worth, I know I'm fucking amazing, I sure as hell don't need a middle aged man who is already turning grey to tell me that.
