Is it meant to be? || Victuuri highschool AU

A Lonely Swan in a Crowded Pond

The date is November 8th 2022, and I am currently losing a vigorous battle to sleep during my 2-hour chemistry class, which is the worst class i can be in right now. I'm feeling drowsy and my eyelids keep drooping despite my efforts to stay awake.

The lecture seems particularly dry and tedious, and the topic at hand is not capturing my interest. I can feel my mind wandering and my attention drifting away, making it a struggle to follow along with the lesson.

WHACK

Out of nowhere, I am awoken by a jarring impact that hits me hard on the face. As my eyes snap open, I realize that a light book called 'the great science of Chemicals!' has landed on my face, causing me to jump in surprise. I quickly look around and see that my best friend, Isla Summers, is sitting next to me, grinning mischievously.

Isla is known for her thick, tangling, fiery red hair and piercing emerald green eyes, which always seem to sparkle with mischief. I can't help but chuckle as I recognize her as the culprit behind the unexpected hit. She has a way of adding fun and excitement to any situation, and I am grateful to have her as my friend.

Isla nudged me with a playful grin, "Hey dork, class is almost over. Don't forget, we have a ballet recital next week and you need to practice if you want to be on top of your game. It's your performance play too, so."

I sighed, feeling the weight of her words sink in like a knife cutting through butter, but instead of butter its my hopes and dreams.

I know how important this performance of Swan Lake was for both of us. We had dreamt of becoming professional ballerinas for as long as I could remember, and this was our chance to impress the right people and secure our future.

We met at ballet class when we were probably about four, even though I don't remember it Isla seems to remember the experience almost vividly.

But the pressure was mounting. I couldn't shake off the feeling of doubt that crept up on me every time I thought about the upcoming recital. What if I made a mistake? What if I wasn't good enough? Despite my fears, I know deep down that ballet is my passion. I was so dedicated to the art form that in the past I would even bring my beloved dog Vichann with me to practice sometimes, relishing the companionship and support he provided.

I rubbed my forehead where the book had hit me, trying to shake off my grogginess. Isla was always on top of things, she's also an anxiety-ridden mess but she actually does something about it. A stark contrast to my more laid-back, anxiety-ridden personality. But as much as I admired her for just going for it, sometimes her relentlessness could be overwhelming.

"I know, I know," I groaned, pushing back a lock of my messy black hair. "I'll practice tonight, okay? Just let me get through this class first."

Isla rolled her eyes but let the subject drop, turning her attention back to the front of the classroom. I tried to focus on the lesson, but my mind kept drifting to the recital and the pressure to perform perfectly.

As the substitute droned on about chemical reactions, I couldn't help but wonder if I was meant to be a ballet dancer. Was this what I really wanted to do with my life, or was I just trying to please my family and follow in my mother's footsteps? The uncertainty gnawed at me, and I knew I needed to find some clarity before it was too late.

However, I know deep down that I want to be a ballet dancer. It had always been a dream of mine, one that I had kept close to my heart for as long as I could remember.

As the final bell rang, signalling the end of chemistry class I took a deep breath. Leaving was always the worst part of the day. The busiest. 

With a small sigh, I gathered my things into my icy blue backpack and hurried out of the small classroom. The flood of students and noise in the small hallways and corridors immediately set me on edge. I hate feeling trapped in the crowd, with people brushing past me and jostling me as they rushed to their own destinations. I knew I had to move quickly to avoid getting stuck in the throngs of students, my anxiety growing with each passing second. Ballet practice was my sanctuary, the one place where I felt truly at ease. But first, I had to navigate the overwhelming chaos of the school hallways.