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4 months later: November, 10th
"No... NOOOO curse you GRISHHCO" I cried out sarcastically yet still with feeling of betrayal due to what the producers of my pointe shoes had done.
Laid down on my stomach on the carpet floor of my room, as I browse on my laptop website to see a photo of my beloved pointe shoes below the image spelt out the word discontinued, my mouth hung open with exaggerated as I overemphasize the whole situation. Laughing at myself as I mentally thought "how could they do this to me😃" shaking my head knowing I'd have to reuse my dead shoes. An alarm then goes off on my phone reaching for the device I stop the alarm labeled "library". Quickly I push myself off the carpet-floor rushing towards my closet to throw on a brown hoodie along with pair of jeans I'd then head towards my vanity, my cosmetic and jewelry scattered the vanity as I search for my essentials.
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(The outfit would look something like this. Just something cozy If you don't like it just imagine whatever you'd like.)
"BYE!!! MA" I yelled with shout before heading out.
"OKAY BE SAFE!! LOVE YOU ANA!" I heard my mom yell over across the shout echoed from my sister Mia's room, along with Mia shouting a "good bye" and "Love you" to me as well .
"LOVE YALL" Id yelled back to them as I closed the door shut, prepared with my keys as I lock the door I'd stash them back in my bag.
As I trail off to the library I pull out my twisted/tangled wired ear buds, as I detangle them I'd place one in my ear as the other swayed freely playing with gravity. Usually I'd bike but just for today I'd decide to defer biking for once instead by walking, normally I'd only walk with my younger sister Its been a while since our last trip, I can't exactly recall were we previously. As I get lost in my thoughts one leading me to another minutes pass and I'd finally arrive at the library. I'd then hear the door being swung open an, action that I didn't cause, me and another had both arrived in sync of time at first I didn't notice his presence at due to me glancing at whatever my conscious being in a different world. Gathering my focus I'd see the slight of a familiar boy holding the door out wait for me with a nonchalant expression planted on his face, then it struck me I remembered his face... the painter. It was him nobody else, nobody looks like him, he has such a memorable visual his eyes his hair.
It felt like I couldn't forget.
"You... You painted the swan paint- painting." I pointed at him as If I was interrogating him.
"Um.. yes?" He said back to me, he seemed confused by my words. We only stared at each other in silence for a good second, until it was broken.
"Come on" He spoke in a loud whisper while he signaled with his finger for me to enter.
I'd pause dumbfounded blinking a few times in awkwardness before I step inside following his steps. Only a few seconds later I'd then questioned the boy again.
"It was the painting with a pond the girl looking down at her reflection to see a swan with a colorful sky. What made you paint that?" I addressed to him with curiosity. He'd then shift around to face me, he'd looked up as he were thinking of a response of exactly how he came to draw that piece.
"I didn't plan on painting it exactly like that I knew I wanted a swan to be captured in the painting though, just went with the flow..... Anyways why are you how do you even remember my piece?" He explained then later questioned me.
"Because I saw it in m- Because the swan is my favorite animal." I addressed back to him with a force smile.
"Oh is that what you aspire to be? Ballerina right?" He replied with a chuckle which revealed the boys dimple. I would be lying if I said his dimpled smile didn't make him a thousands times more attractive, his smile he has a pretty smile.
"How'd you know?" I look at him as I raise my one of my eyebrows eye, I couldn't focus. Turning away to avoiding his gaze as I glance at the window pink flowers place on the windowsill the widows start to fog slight drizzles of rain glide dawn traveling across the window.
