A Dancer's Dream (One Direction Fan Fiction)

Chapter 7

A/N: Yay! Update! I JUST finished writing this... I've been a little self conscious about my writing lately, so hopefully it's not that bad! Just FYI, this is kind of a filler chapter and has some background info! Also, my twitter name in here IS MY REAL TWITTER AND INSTAGRAM. SO you should follow me, then tell me you read my story! I LOVE YOU.

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"Today sure has been interesting..." I said to my reflection in my full length mirror. I had just came up to my room, after I finished telling my mother EVERY detail of what happened at the studio today. Holy crap, this totally doesn't happen on a regular basis. I'm just a girl who has no close friends at school because I spend all of my time at the studio. Well, maybe if my school friends 'had no life', like they tell me I do, they would actually have a future. Or maybe at least do something besides sit on the couch all day and rot.

Okay maybe that was a little harsh... Eh, not my problem. They get to find someone else to make look stupid now. Let's just say, no matter what I say to them, I'm wrong. And every one goes against my opinion. Let me tell you, being 1 against 7 isn't very fun. Especially when one girl calls you a "F*cking rude asshole" when you say you don't like someone. Why I'm friends with them, you ask? Because I don't have anyone else at my school. Yeah. Life sucks, then you die (the wise words of my Literature teacher).

As my mind rants to no one in particular, I decide to exercise and stretch so I can improve flexibility.

I really need to do some sit ups... And leg exercises.. And push ups.... I'm getting a little squishy...

"Stop!" I whisper-yell in the mirror while putting my head in my hands and rocking back and forth. I was no on the ground looking in the mirror, and wondering why my brain keeps telling me this. It keeps telling me I'm fat, even though I'm not. I actually do know why, though. It's because I stare at myself in a mirror everyday and compare myself to the girls next to me. The mirror forces me to see every flaw, even if others can't. And it sucks. Luckily it hasn't led to eating disorders, even though in most dancers it does.

I tell myself I'm fine the way I am, but work out anyways. I then get up after a while, and blare my One Direction music. It's stretching time!

"TELL ME IM A SCREWED UP MESS, THAT I NEVER LISTEN -LISTEN!" I scream sing as I currently sit in the over-splits, spastically flailing my arms around to the beat. This is how I spend most weekends... POWER TO THE NO- LIFERS.

As I stand up to switch to my middle splits, I grab my MacBook Air and place it in front of me. While I'm in them with my entire body flat on the floor, I log in to my Twitter. I do a little stalking at first of 1D and other celebrities. I then decide for tweet about my day, even though I only have about 170 followers.

@SammiJeanM: Today was unreal. At least if I never can, my phone number will still have some A-List friends;) so excited for this month @DaniellePeazer xx

Eh, maybe she will see it, maybe not. She does have like 2 million followers. Seconds later I notice that

That she retweets it, score for Sammi! Then I notice it keeps getting retweeted.. Then I look to see that a few dozen girls have asked my questions on what I'm talking about.. I even got a few new followers. Man, I feel so freaking cool right now! To contribute to my new victory, my phone dings telling me I have a new text, then it does a second time. This newfound popularity is so overwhelming. I look and see I have one from

'Bambi Babyy<3' and another from

'Dani Peazer ;)'

EVEN BETTER.

I read Dani's first-

-Hey Girl! I saw your tweet, I'm so excited to know you better! I was thinking we could hang out this weekend! Maybe your place? We need to discuss some things about this upcoming month. Maybe we could also share a few dance secrets;) what do you say? Xx-

Wow. Just, wow. Before I reply to Danielle, I decide to see why Nicolle texted me.

-Sammi Jean, I saw your tweet! I'LL BE OVER THERE IN THIRTY MINUTES. YOU MUST EXPLAIN.-

Oh yeah, I forgot to tell Nicolle!

Well, this should be fun... I stand up and lay in my bed, smiling at the thought of her reaction.