In lunch break, I am swarmed with other kids congratulating me on my performance. Apparently, one of the other students in my class was filming and has put it on the school blog. That also means my parents can see it.
So, as I sit on a table eating salty mash potato and fatty sausages, girls and boys of all ages surround me asking questions.
One girl, who's name is Fawn, says "When did you start ballet?"
"When I was three," I answer. A simultaneous gasp is gasped.
"That's so young," says a disembodied voice. Well, it is obviously not a disembodied voice, but I don't know who it came from.
The swarming and questioning carries on until the end of break, where they all leave me alone. Thank god.
However, the rest of the week follows this pattern and before I know it, I am the most popular girl in school.
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Teen FictionLola has been selected and invited to join the International School for Child Geniuses. However, her strong passion for ballet gets in the way of her studies and puts her into grave danger.
