She's the little

chapter 22

"Please Dianna." James begged, leaning on the kitchen island in-front on me.
"No way. Not happening." I told him, staring at my phone.
"It could be fun, you could make new friends." James said trying to hype the stupid littles ballet class.

"I don't want new friends, I have plenty."
"Dianna." James said firming up. "Your going, you don't have a choice."
"Of course I have a choice." I say looking at him confused. "And I don't need to sit in a stupid littles class where there gonna tell us to run and jump in circles." I say groaning.

"It's not about what you do in the class Dianna. It's integration. Tones of books and websites say It could befit you so much if you just tried. You need this." He said walking round the Island towards me.
"I need a party." I say only half joking.
I really miss beer pong.

"Come on Anna. Once a week for the next 2 months. Humour me please." He said stood in-front of me, looking down at me.

"Fine but I'm not participating." I say rolling my eyes.
James literally said "Yippee" and did a goofy jump, running into another room in his house, coming back out holding shopping bags.
"I may have bought some stuff."
Oh my god.

"I look stupid." I say standing in-front of James the next morning, arms crossed, pout in full force.
"I've seen you in half the same stuff regularly, why is it any different when it's what I get you to put on?" James said rolling his eyes.

"Yea sure, except I'd never pick out this fat tutu! This thing is bigger than all my hopes and dreams." I say, face braking into a half smile at my own joke.

"You look very cute." James said leaning on the wall.
"Yea yea, whatever dude. Let's go." I say picking up the stupid dance bag heading for the car.
"You sure you don't want me to help do the ballet bun? You know your gonna be told to put your hair up anyway." James said coming behind me.

"Nobody touches my hair. You are not touching my hair." I say to James waiting for him to unlock the car.

we sat in silence most of the car ride. not because it was awkward i just wasn't in the conversation mood.

we pulled up to the dance studio and i really didn't wanna go in.

deep down i was nervous.
"new people are always a little bit scary." James tells me as we walked in, his hand on my back guiding me to the front desk.

"well who do we have here?" the lady asked looking at me.
"this is Dianna." James told her, realising pretty quickly i wasn't planning of speaking for herself.
"thats a beautiful name. why don't you go head in there and me and your daddy will sign you in?" she says pointing to another room, which I'm guessing was the studio.
"okay."

i wandered into the room and it was like a little dressing room and a few other girls and boys were in there.

wandering over to an empty spot i set my little dance bag down pulling out my water bottle.

"i'm tommy." the boy next to me said.
he had pretty dark skin, probably mixed, big brown eyes, and he was sat on the floor in-front of his spot looking up at me.

"Dianna." i say sitting down on the floor too.

"you not a fan?" he says, gesturing around the room.
"no way." i say with a little snort.

"thank god." he says leaning his head back in some kind of relief. "all the littles here are like daddy and mommy obsessed, they all love this crap and i'm like, i wanna sit in bed and watch the new bluey season." he tells me and i laugh along.

"right? like i'm only here because it was this or swimming lessons." i giggle.

"nice tutu." he says pointing at the fluffy thing.
"James went a-bit nuts at the store." i say look down at it.

"no no its cute. my caregiver, Addie. she did the same. got all the cute little jogger sets, weird shoes. the hole 9 yards." he says motioning to his purple sweat set.

a really tall thin blonde woman walked in stopping in the centre of the room.
"hello sweet peas!" she said doing jazz hands and immediately i knew i was screwed.

the woman made us all scoot into w circle and started explaining a game to us.
"youre gonna do a fun clap, then tell us what your name is, your favourite colour and you caregivers name? okay guys!" she said getting down on her knees.

she clapped like 100 times then told us her name was miss Lenny, then that her favourite colour is green and that she was a care giver so she doesn't have one.
how fun

the game was so boring and i was one of the last people to go, only clapping once "my name is Dianna, my favourite colour is pink and my caregivers name is James." i tell them all, then listening to the next one go.

eventually she brought us into the real studio and I looked up to see a big glass window with whom I'm guessing was all the caregivers watching.
Tommy grabbed my hand and dragged me over to a spot by a wooden bar.