The Broken Ballerina (One Direction)

Chapter Two

*Authors notes at bottom*

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Chapter 2

I closed my journal and hid it again. It's really depressing a 10 year old wrote that. That 10 year old being me. I missed when I could pretend the floor was lava and jump from sofa to (AN: I really did that as a child(: ). Sing and dancing with my dad acting like goofs. I missed not having a care in the world.

I missed being a child. While in my thoughts I began to traced my scars that Jess left behind on my stomach, with my index finger.

"Kids, breakfast," the voice of Beth rang though the house. I got up walking towards the door. Not looking in the mirror, being told you're worthless and look like sh*t all the time affects you, a lot.

"Oh look who came out of her room,"sneered Emily, with a reply of giggles. The giggles belonging to her followers.

"Opps, I'm soo sorry,"sarcasm dripping for her mouth like it was poison, as she stuck out her foot, just in time for me to fall flat on my face. Let me tell you, it stung.

"I take that back, I think that would have helped your ugly little face," Emily said, earned high fives for Micheala and Anna. Emily walked off, snapping her fingers meaning for Anna and Micheala to follow her.

As they disappear from my sight. I stood you using the wall for support. I continue making my way downstairs for breakfast. We were forced to eat breakfast. One of Miss.Williams stupid rules.She literally force it down some poor girls throat last month.

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------- (fast forward time till after breakfast)

Being a Saturday meant no school *applause* but also visitors day. I always slip away then, knowing I want get adopted. Seriously, who wants a Teen with 'issues' and doesn't talk when they could have a bubbly toddler and full of life. Excetly, no one.

*knock knock*

"Come in," I shout. Knowing that it was Beth since she's the only one who knocks.

(A: Amy Lee B:Beth)

B: "Hey Boo," using her nickname for me.

A: "Hi Bee,"

B: About the dance studio, it's called Jackies (AN: I just made it up in my head)

A: The one down the road?

B: Yep, you can use room 200, it's a bit old and no one has been in that room for years, be careful, many people still use the rest of the rooms. And please don't get caught.

And with that she left the room. I'm used to the short talks during the day, knowing she was always busy on visitors day. No one notices I'm away during it, not even Beth. I guess they are all to busy to notice me gone.Visiting hours are between 2 and 6 pm. That gives me four hours alone. It's 1 pm now. I grab my small gym bag and place my ballet shoes, a towel and a bottle of water. I thumble though my small amount of clothes and grab my only sweats, a hand me down t-shirt and an over size hoodie also putting them in my bag. No one will see me so what's the point to dressing up?

I lock the bathroom door and quickly change into a the only other outfit I have. A pair of cream shinny jeans,a cream over size jumper with LOVE in pink writing. I unlock the bathroom door and walk over to my only other pair of shoes, a pair of light blue VANS. Beth gave me them for Christmas which I'm really thankful for. I slipped on my beanie, which matched my shoes. I also slipped on my glasses. Everyone makes fun of them but I don't care today. Another rule was we had to look 'pretty' so she could get rid of us. As soon as I get out and down to the dance studio I would change into my dance clothes. I grab my iPod and slid it into the bag. A popular at school dropped is and had thrown it away 'cause the screen craked. It still works perfectly fine. It had hundreds of songs on it, most I never heard before. Living in the orphanage is like living under a rock.