I was woken up by the face of my gorgeous mother. Long blonde hair pulled back into a messy braid, with gleaming blue eyes. "Get up Shelby!" She said with a angry tone in her voice. As I stood up from my bed my eyes where stung by the unbearable sunlight shinning from my window in my room.
I sat at the kitchen table eating toast with tea. "Shelby your going to make your sister and I late for work!" "Mom, why can't I eat in peace?" My sister Madison was 23 years old. Everyday she would work at a Coffee shop near our house. Madison had strawberry blonde hair and green eyes. The only people that I live with us was Madison and my mom.
As I arrive to scho, I was greeted by the sound of 7th graders screaming and yelling. At the end of the school day, my sister Madison drove me back home. I had tons of homework to do :
English
Math
History
Science.
I was happy because today I didn't have dance class, (I have it every other day). You don't know how much I dread going. I love ballet, but I do not like my dance teacher. Every night I always have this reaccurring dream, that I become a professional ballerina. That is my dream. But if I have the same dance teacher for the rest of my life,I doubt I will achieve that dream
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The Abused Dancer
Short StoryShelby Magnus, is a twelve year old destined ballerina. She has been dancing since she was eight years old. Her dance teacher, Madem Koleena taught her dance her whole life.
