"Great job A-young!" My dance teacher exclaimed after I had just got done doing a swift and graceful pirouette. I nod appreciatively and head back to my seat. "She only does good because of her mother!" One of the girls shout out. I roll my eyes and try not to wince at the mention of my late mother. "Just because she was famous doesn't mean I'm not talented." I snip back at her. She just turns around and roll her eyes at me.
"Lady's, Lady's" Mrs. Kim says as she takes another girl in for testing.
The girl mean mugs me from across the room. I roll my eyes. She's just jealous I get the leading role once again at tonight's show. I thought but don't say out loud.
It's not my fault I get the leading role tonight or that my mother was one of the most famous ballerinas there was, or that I naturally picked up this love and passion for this graceful and peaceful way of dancing. Yet everyone in here acts like it's my fault I'm the best( not to blow my own horn or anything) but that's just how it is. I'm honestly sick and tired of girls in this class saying I'm only talented because of my mother as if I'm not in this practice room with them every day.
Ballet has always been a passion of my mine every since I can remember. My inspiration was my mother. I remember the times dad would excitedly get me ready to go see her shows and how gracefully and beautifully she would glide across the stage. People would cheer her name
"Black swan!"
"Black swan"
"Black swan" And she would look out into the crowd and bow with the biggest smile on her face, the most happiest I had seen her was when she was on stage.
Don't think about her Don't think about her
I remind myself so tears won't form in my eyes luckily( not quite tho) I get a text from my Caretaker aka my Aunt from hell, I don't know how her and my mom was related.
Diablo👹: Get your ass home now, you better not be at those stupid practices.
Me: here I come, and there not stupid.
Diablo👹: 💬
I turn the phone off giving her no response. I hate her so much she literally makes my life hell. Even so I hop up, quickly say goodbye to Mrs. Kim and head to the place I once called home .
30 minutes later
I arrive "home" only to see her mean mugging me.
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"Get your ass in the house and wash these damn dishes stick bitch!" She screams at me I just rush past her up to my room and slam the door shut.
