I've been practicing for the past four days at break time to perfect my routine. My classmates are doing something simple, while I'm the only one who's dancing. Because I'm the only one who dance.
Tuesday,Wednesday, Thursday and Friday~
Ahh! Friday! Oh nonono.... In, out, in, out.
Calm down. "Omg. Frida! Frida! Today is the presentations! I'm freaking out."... "I know, I know! But you'll do good." she says. I said thanks.
All the 20 students in the class had to do it in one day, that means it'll be one hour in total. And we go in alphabetical order.
~Next up~ Marie Claire!
Oh no! It's my turn!
Matt's Pov.
~Next up~ Marie Claire!
Marie. Oh gosh. She's so pretty. :) My friend Arnold is nudging me on the shoulder. Wow. She dances so gracefully. I hope to be her boyfriend someday. "Omergerd. She's such a slut! But, her dancing is really good though, to be honest" Emillee was whispering to her redhead friend, Wanda, I think her name was. When she saw me staring at her, she giggled, and winked at me. She put up her hand to mimic a phone, and mouthed 'call me'. As if! Marie really did a good job. She saw me staring at her. She smiled at me. I gave her a thumbs up. I think I'm falling for her.
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The lost ballet shoe.
Historia Corta«"Is ballet your only solution to everything that tries to break you?" "Yes." Marie Claire loves ballet so much that it is her only one priority. Would that change when she has to deal with heartbreak and one boy can help her overcome it?»
