Chapter 3

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BANG!....BANG!....BANG!

Ever since I got on this plane the stupid freakin 5 year old in the seat behind me hasn't stopped kicking my seat.

This is going to be a long 4 hours.

4 HOURS LATER

Finally, finally we are landing. I look down at the runway and it is all just a blur, kind of like my life has been this whole this whole week.

I think back to my old dance studio and tears prick my eyes. That dance studio is wherw u first me tmy best friend, Chloe. Just thinking of Chloe makes my heart ache, I miss her so much already.

I have been dancing ever since I was 4. At first ballet, but now I do hip hop. Hip hop has always been like a safe haven for me, and I wouldn't give it up for anyhting. All I know is that if L.A. doesn't have any decent dance studios I'm moving back to Ohio.

As we are getting off the plane I see a group of passengers with matching t-shirts that say 'BLACK STAR DANCE CREW'.

"Hmm maybe L.A. does have a decent dance studio....wait dance crew?"

OK so what do you guys think? I know the chapters ate short I promise they will get longer. I know the story is kind of slow right now but it will get more interesting. Please leave comments. And don't forget to vote!
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