The community centre looked just the same as last time on the outside. But fortunately, there was no Karrie at the front desk today. The girl in front was short and had blonde hair that was tied up in a bun at the back of her head.
Brenda, hoping eagerly that this girl - her name was Myra according to her name tag - would be significantly less annoying than Karrie, stood in line at the front desk.
"Hello, how may I help you?" Myra asked. Her voice sounded bored, liked she would rather be anywhere but here.
"Yeah, I signed up for some ballet class here, I think it starts today but I'm not sure."
Myra slowly typed a few words into the computer in front of her, and then looked back up at brenda.
"Down the hall second door on the left." She said emotionlessly.
"Thanks." Brenda walked to the hallway, and went to the door Myra told her to go to. She pulled open the wooden door, and walked in to the class awkwardly.
Brenda immediately felt out of place. She was surrounded by dancers in tight little tutus dancing around the room. Brenda was just wearing a black shirt and jeans.
Everyone stopped what they were doing and turned to Brenda when the door closed. It was certainly awkward.
An older woman standing at the front of the room turned to Brenda. She was wearing a white tutu, contrasting to the pink all the other girls were wearing. She must have been the teacher.
"Hi," Brenda waved. "I'm Brenda. I signed up for this class instead of art class at my school."
"Oh yes, I am Mrs. Katie. Karrie told me that we had a new girl." Mrs. Katie told Brenda. "Come here, I need to give you an outfit."
Brenda awkwardly stumbled towards Mrs. Katie. All of the other girls were still staring at her. And it felt like they were judging.
Brenda locked eyes with a girl who had very pale skin and black hair. Her blue eyes were electrifying and hard to look away from.
Brenda snapped out of her trance when Mrs. Katie handed her a pink ballerina outfit that looked like it would be uncomfortably tight.
"You can change in that room." Mrs. Katie told her, pointing to a dark wooden door in the left corner of the room.
Brenda quickly found out that she was right about the outfit being too tight. It fel like she was wearing it wrong.
She stepped back out into the room, and saw all the girls dancing again. She happened to look at the same girl again. She was doing a bunch of different kind of moves that Brenda didn't know the name of, and she looked hypnotizing with her black hair dancing around her pale frame.
Brenda sat in the corner of the room, watching her for what felt like an eternity.
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My Dancer - brenderesa AU
FanfictionThomas wouldn't let her say no. He couldn't sign up for that science class alone because he didn't want to make a fool of himself, so, he had made Brenda sign up too. She wouldn't have been that bothered by it if it didn't mean she'd have to take an...
