Life in A Dance Routine

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I'm walking home from the gym. The end of summer, but that won't effect me since I'll be home schooled. I'm not paying attention. I run into someone.
"Oh sorry." I say walking around. I'm watching dancing videos.
"Um, miss. You dropped your dance thing."
"It's a grip and thank you."
I look up at him. Oh no. Not him. My dads brother!
"Oh, Callie. It's you."
I run home and slam the door shut.
"What on earth?"
"Sorry. Ran into Sum on the way home."
"What did that rat want?"
"I don't know."
"And what's he doing in Winona?"
"No idea."
"Well you see him again you run home like you did."
"Okay."
"Hungry?"
"Yes."