Jennie

Chapter 1

Exhaustion, perfection, pressure. Keep on moving as I took another step. I need to get this right. I breath and took another spin and swing. Perfect. Now another.
Keeping a steady balance my body suddenly felt worn out but I must finish.

If I give up now I will never get a chance. You have one shot. Pull yourself together and again.

This is what I do, being in a place like this, you have to be precise and flawless at the same time. I have been here in this school for 3 years and next year is my last. Working hard is not enough. You have to pour everything what you got and even that is not enough.

"Again." I told myself.

The song ended and I was breathing heavily, body a bit numb. Ignoring it and walked to my bag at the corner, jugging a bottle of water.

After I went back to my position and I slowly slide my leg to the floor and started stretching, keeping my breath steady and relax. As I opened my eyes I saw my reflection in the mirror, I breath thinking I looked ridiculous. My hair is a mess and my eyes have bugs. My clothes drench in sweat. I have been here for 2 hours since 5 am.

I like to dance in the morning. Helps me improved my health and clear my mind.
The world in unforgiven place. To dance is the opposite of that.
To let the cycle and flow of dance take over me. Letting go, throwing oneself to the depths and just dance.

I rolled back my shoulder and outstretched my arms up, feeling the pain and the stiffness of my body. I groan. Then I extended my legs to the floor pushing my hips lower. My muscles are tense and I tried to push harder to loosen every rigidness circling in my pelvic. More sweat began to to form on my forehead as I bend down to reach my toes. I took my final breath, grabbing my phone and tap play.

Music resonate the room. Blood started to rush and once the second beat hits my body moved like water.
Mind shot, closed. My soul taking over my limps. Protesting every bit of my sanity to come out and express through movements.
This is me running away from everything; the pressure, the spotlight. Vanished away, forgotten for a moment.

I yawned as I watched busy-bodies coming in and out of the classroom. Others are with their respective groups, gossiping and playing around like children. A laugh would skipped from my lips each time they made a fool of themselves. Its just refreshes my morning.

"Laaaalisa!" Chaeng sang my name as she sat next to me, gingerly placing her guitar besides her.

I met Chaeng last year in an elevator and turns out she was my new roommate. She's loves to sing and she's really great at it too. Caheng also has this cool, friendly, child-like personality which blend with mine. We got along so well and I can easily opened up to her about anything.

"Where were you this morning?" She asked, fishing her note in her bag. "I woke up and you were gone. I had to eat alone at breakfast. "

Another yawn came up as I remembered woken up at 4:30 am by a running car engine. I stared at the aperture, curious. I put on my rob and creeped to the window. As I looked down, I saw the dorm manager talking with I presume a new student. I couldn't see her, as they go in the building.

Quickly went back to bed but when it was quarter to five when  give up. Fifteen minutes of going back and fort, rolling and rolling on my bed. I couldn't go back to sleep anymore, so I decided to go to the dance studio and practice. Competitions are much tougher this year. I need to prefect everything.

All dress and ready, I sneaked out of my room, cautious, not to distrub Chaeng sleeping on her bed.

The hallway was quite like a ghost town. A few lights are switch on. Usually the dorm halls start to crowd by 6 am. Student running around getting ready for the day.