Dance floor

Chapter 3

After I got changed, I stood at window looking into studio A. A grade 2 ballet class was in there with Sophia. I smiled at Olivia as she walked into studio A. The teachers are always interrupting each other's classes. I think it's fun. I like when they do it to us. She has pointe shoes on. I'm confused, she's supposed to be teaching grade 3 ballet. Grade 3 ballet has kids in grade 5 in school in it. They don't wear pointe shoes, not even close. Then I remember Sophia said that Olivia's pointe class and grade 3 ballet were going to be combined. That's what it must be.Olivia walked over to Sophia to ask her something. Olivia went up on pointe and Sophia turned her around .
Suddenly, Olivia fell to the ground ! I saw that she was in pain. Sophia dived for her phone , then dialled 911. They came soon after and took Olivia . Now we had another problem; I had a class starting that Olivia was supposed to teach. We spent 45 minutes out of our hour class doing nothing because we didn't have a teacher and we didn't know what to do.Eventually, Layla, a former teacher from our other studio and a substitute , rushed into studio B(where my class was) . She seemed frazzled . We did some set stuff, but it was lazy. Layla didn't care. I don't think anyone did. After the class, I grabbed my packed supper and sat down at the back of the studio. My best friends Isabella and Madelyn were already there.

We ate in silence for a minute. Then Madelyn broke the silence.
"So, you were in the car crash?"
" Yes," I replied
"Was it scary?" Asked Isabella
"Yes," I answered
" Did you see Olivia fall?" Asked Isabella
They know about Olivia because Sophia asked me to tell my class. My best friends are in my class.
"Yes, " I answered quietly
Later, I headed to my jazz class. Sophia was really hard on us.
"Don't slack off just because it's hard!" She yelled at us.
I think she's taking her stress out on us. She had been before this, but tonight it was bad. Most of us got the hint to be quiet.

I think we were all relieved when Chloe came to take over. I honestly felt bad for the kids who had to go to nutcracker with her. That's bad, I know. I'm her foster child. I should be grateful, and I am, just frustrated . I walk out of the studio, and Sophia and I drive to her house in silence.