Twisted in time

Chapter 1

I dance ballet and that's it.
All I do, all I love. The pain in the beauty you can make with your movement, standing on your toes, and turning. I'm know as a "turner" that's what I'm best at,what all dancers want to be. Any type of turn is good with me. When one day I was practicing variations after my class was over, when I come to favorite part Fuetes a type of turn when you use your leg to turn and bring your leg in and out. In center, my finishing move 1 , 2 , 3 4 I try to land but I keep turning 5,6,7 I stop whipping my head around to try to stop turning but I can't, the most turns I've done in my life . Finally finishing slowly I fall. Like any dancer I get back up but something is not right. I try to leave the room but everything is swirling, swirling like a mad house. The room turns black, I scared of what's happening I close my eyes and I'm not in the blue studio any longer.Hello?? Hello!? Where am I?" Out of nowhere I start bawling, confused, refusing to open my eyes. Finally I give up, opening my eyes, in a hexagonal room pure, red as blood.
"Emma...Emma Steele" I hear said in a mysterious whisper "Who said my name !!, Where am I ? " I say my voice cracking, tears pouring out of me.
"Breathe, breathe, you can find a way out " I say to myself, looking around for a way out. Getting desperate I see a crack on the wall. I walk over and touch it, inspect it like my life depends on it. As I touched it, it opened up slowly like magic. Breathing rapidly , content that I wasn't going to die in here I step in to the newly opened passage.