*Nia*
I was sat onstage waiting for awards and I was physically shaking. Sweat trickled down my forehead and my palms were all sticky. The announcer had got to my category, “The Junior Category, in 10th place we have Harriet with Lighting Strike……” He went on and announced 4th, 3rd and 2nd and then he got to 1st. I grabbed Chloe and Mackenzie’s hands, closed my eyes and wished. Please be me, please be me, please be me…
“And in first place and the title of Junior Miss Dance we have, drumroll please…” he said, why did he have to draw it out, couldn’t he just tell us. “Nia with The Haunting”
I couldn’t believe I had done I am National Junior Miss Dance 2015! I looked into the crowd searching for my mums face and saw her beaming at me with such pride. She was on her feet and was clapping so hard her hands would probably hurt afterwards.
I got up to receive my prize and I couldn’t believe it. The tiara was put on my head and my mum started to cry. I looked over to Miss Abby and say she was had a smile on her face that would do the Cheshire cat proud, for once Abby had actually paid attention to me and for the right reason as well.
