Chapter sixteen.

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I got a text from Matt. It said: "Erm...Marie, I have something that you own. Your pointe shoe. Yes, I have the other side. Long story. Please listen to me on Monday. I have to explain this to you in person. Thanks for reading this." - Matt :3

What? He's the one who stole my pointe shoes? When?How?

How in the world did he find that side? Is it a coincidence that he found it, and I dislike him? No.. That's not possible... But why does he care that I lost it? All I know is that I should stay away from him, I shouldn't be falling for him, I don't want my heart to be broken again. I must hate the playboy.

*In the ballet school*

"And 5,6,7,8! Chase.... Pas de bourree! Marie! Your doing it wrong!" Miss Cindy shouted at me. I have been distracted by Matt, what does he mean? I was lost in my own thoughts. " Marie...Marie... Earth to Marie!" Miss Cindy was waving her hands in front of me. "Sorry Miss Cindy, I was thinking about something." I apologized. She told me to concentrate.
After all the exercises that we went through, Miss Cindy wanted to see my solo for the Grand Prix. I need to concentrate for this one. I need to win, for the ballet school. Miss Cindy chose me because she thinks I could do it, and was "the best dancer" in class.... Please. No.
"You have done it perfectly, but your arms were supposed to be in an arebesque." Miss Cindy corrected. After she corrected everything, we did stretches.

I came home to a lot of spam from the watsapp group. Lynn was sending pictures of her in a sports bra. Ugh. What was her problem? I don't talk much in the group, I stalk. Matthew Stafford keeps on saying: Marie, stop stalking us. I laugh. Matthew is just so annoying as heck.

Anyway, we all hate Lynn, but she doesn't know it. She's really not that bad, but sometimes, she gets all showy.

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