"Her or me?" A tear rolled down Michelle's puffy cheek, "You have to make a decision."
Love is both a comfort and a prison. Emily finds herself tangled in an affair with Summer, one of her dancers. The connection is thrilling but comes at a cost. H...
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After rehearsal, I decided to change my clothes before heading home. And during that time, I got a little distracted when I saw that Xander had texted me. I think he might have a crush on me... I mean, I heard a rumour, and considering the fact he's always paying me attention, I think it might be true.
I don't know what to think about it. I mean, I've never had someone be interested in me before so it's all new to me. I also can't decide whether the feelings are mutual.
Being twelve is really hard! Sometimes I wish I could just close my eyes and I would wake up a baby ballet dancer again. I would get to play and dance all day and I wouldn't have to stress over boys.
But when I decided to leave the studio, I was surprised when I found that the doors were already locked. I thought it was strange because Emily doesn't usually lock up for another hour– I've paid attention to that.
"Hello?!" I shout, hoping that someone will hear me "I'm still in here! You can't lock the doors yet!"
"Hello?!" I try again "It's Presley, the J-trouper! You can't just leave me in here!"
And when I realise that it's not working, I mutter "Goddamn it."
I try not to panic. Emily will still be here, right? So, because I always go to her for help, I decide to walk to Studio A to find her. The hallways are in complete darkness though and I can't help but find it a little creepy.
I tiptoe slowly through the empty halls, the only sound coming from the creeks of the floorboards beneath my feet. I clutch onto my bag tighter, in fear of it being taken from me.
And when I reach the doors of Studio A, I push them open slightly, revealing that they're unlocked. I feel instantly relieved as I open them, knowing that I'm definitely not alone.
But I feel my heart drop when I'm hit with the sight in front of me. I listen to the sound of Michelle as she allows a man inside of her and I feel disgusted. I look at every part of their bodies, taking it all in: the cellulite on Michelle's legs, the naked back of the man in front of me, and the way her toes curl as he pushes inside her.
It takes me back to mom and dad. I stand frozen, watching them like I did many times with my parents. I feel the same sickening feeling taking over my body, the urge to want to run as far away as possible.
"Michelle?" I make them aware of my presence.
He notices me "Fucking hell, shit!"
"Presley?!" Michelle looks over at me.
He's clearly embarrassed "What the hell, Michelle?! You said that no one would be here!"
"What the hell are you doing here?!" She asks me, seeming quite angry
I watch as he zips up his trousers, turning his back to me, ashamed.
