Everyone was on the bars, profusely sweating."demi plie ,mid plie, deep plie", I repeated over and over again in my head, half focusing on doing them right and half focusing on not getting smacked in the calfs with a stick. Yep my teacher is hardcore. Ellie started to cry. This was way too much for a 10 year old. Every one else was 14 and up. Through her cries of pain she did each plie perfect. I decided to stop and calm her down. "Breath, breath , breath " I said as I continued my plies with her. Her bun started to droop. Now that I look around class everyone's was. Eventually Ellis stopped crying , but once she did I was called out. " Marilyn why did you move from your spot on the bars?" She said in her in that intimidating French accent of hers.
"Ellie started to cry and was hyperventilating so I moved to help her."
"Did I tell you to move?"She questioned.
I didn't answer.
"Did I fxcking tell you to move?!"
"No" I said looking down at the ground.
"Get out of my class your done for today. If you do something like this tomorrow you will be kicked out of the class for forever." I quickly gathered my things from the back. As I left I heard Ellie scream. My dance teacher is a bxtch but I stay in that class because I love to dance. When I got home that night my parents interrogated me.
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Ballet and Blades
General FictionBallet isn't just hard on the feet. For Marilyn , ballet is hard on her mind and soul. Although her dancing is beautiful she is mentally falling apart. But you can't tell.........unless you look at the many lines on her wrist. From getting bullied b...
