Her TuTu and His Leather Jacket (ON HOLD)

Chapter 1

There's only 2 days until I leave for New York. I'm pretty wealthy and I live in LA.

I lay down on my king sized bed taking in the sweet scent of laundry from my silky, fluffy, pink comforter. My little body slowly sinks into the bed. My eyes begin to flutter closed and I take a deep breath of Bounty. My body loosens up.

RING-----RING-----RING!!!!! my phone is having a seizure and of course its ALL THE WAY ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE BED. I sit up and slide around my bed to get it.

I check the caller ID and it was Dyce. Dyce was my best and most experienced friend.

Whenever I had a tough situation, she always would help me choose the right route. Its like she makes all of the mistakes in life for me.

She's also very confident. She went to our 5th grade prom she wore a tutu and some black converse. She's crazy and outgoing and I love her for that but her past is twisted up.

Her parents both died in a shooting and she ended up living with me. We slowly grew apart and she went to New York for a new life. She left her little sister , Zoe, with my mom.

I pick up the phone "hey Dyce!" I squeal a little over excited than I should be.

"You obviously can't wait to live here with me!" She lightly chuckles.

" you must miss me too, I heard you giggle" "I didn't giggle, I snickered!" She says fighting back.

"I'm sorry tomboy," I say "go finish tying your ballet skirt now" We both crack up and Zoe walks in.

"See you later" Dyce says as she hangs up.

I love her. She got straight A's in school and although everyone knew she was book smart they never seen her actually reading a book. She was always up on her toes just like me. Speaking of toes - Zoe interrupts my thinking -

"What are you doing raisin?" She asks. "Not responding to anyone calling me raisin." I say with a smirk.

"Sorry Raven" she says with her head hung. She backs out of the room.

Zoe was a makeup model and she was absolutely beautiful. See picture in beginning of chapter.

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I get back in bed ready to cry. I don't know how on earth I was laying down but I needed to be back the way I was before Dyce called. It felt impossible to be as comfortable as I was before so I just pouted and marched down stairs.

The aroma of pizza tickles my nose. I slowly crave it more and more. I see the open box on the coffee table. "Dad, can I have a slice of pizza?" I ask.

"Sorry Raven, I just ate the last slice-- or four." He pats his stomach as if he was satisfied with crushing my cravings with his perfectly straight teeth.

"Nevermind" I sigh "I'll go upstairs"

I climb upstairs thinking of how much better those four slices of pizza would be if they were with me.

It's probably sad right now because I'm better then my dad. I can dance better, I can sing better, and I can even play basketball better. Well, the first two reasons were pretty legit.

I know I'm supposed to be having fun right now in the last 2 days of LA. but instead I'm laying on my bed thinking about my pizzas feelings.

Oh wait! Maybe New York Pizza is better than LA Pizza. So their dad, I didn't need those 4 slices. I feel proud of myself. I'm good at solving problems and managing food.

After a few more stupid, time wasting thoughts. I laced up my pointe shoes and stretch my feet. I put on some Adagio music and let the music do the dancing for me. My body just naturally falls in line with it. I was born to dance. I do a grand jete and land louder than I expected to. My dad pounds up the steps and bangs on my door.

"I'm okay daddy, it was just a rough landing." His eyes narrowed.

" What are you talking about? I just came up here to remind you that you can't make that much noise while I'm watching the game. I'm telling you this stuff is important. No more noise while I'm busy!" he closes the door.

For a second there I thought that he was concerned that my leg almost came off. okay, maybe I am a bit dramatic but I'm just like that.

I'm back up on my toes again and I start to do turns. I love turns. I'm the best in my class. In addition to going to the same school, Dyce and I went to the same dance school to. That made our friendship stronger. I can't wait to live with her.

I slip off my pointe shoes and tie them together. I hang them up on a nail in my wall and take off my gels and stick them inside the shoes.

I curl up into my oversized bed and I slowly sink in. I fall asleep, swallowed in the pink covers.

I'm floating above the clouds.