Ballet on the Playground

Chapter 1

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I rush out of the front door and down the street. I run the two blocks to my dance studio then stop. I push open the glass door and head over to a seat. I slump down in it panting. But not for long. I slip off my shirt and Nike shorts throwing them into my bag. I search through my bag then pull out a black ballet skirt and my ballet flats. I stand up wrapping the skirt around my waist and doing it up at the back. I sit back down and pull on my flats. Once there both on I do up the ribbons and tuck in the knots. I stand up and do a few rises to make sure there not done up to tight. Thankfully there not. Next I stretch. I sit on the floor stretching out my legs, arms, head and then my feet. I finishing warming up just in time for class to start. I go to the front of the bar so I have full view of the mirror also because it's "my spot".

The music starts and I instantly forget the rest of the world and become engrossed with the music. I go down for my grand plié ignoring the sharp pain that shoots up my chin from getting kicked yesterday. I come back up letting out a small, quiet sigh of relief but not for long because soon I'm going down for my grand plié in second. I suck up my pain as I do the rest of the exercise and soon it is over. Next we do our tendus and glissaes. After that we do our adage then go to the centre. In the centre we do our five allegros then get a drink. As I get a drink I take the voltaren out of my bag and pop out a tablet. I put it in my mouth and swallow it with a gulp of water. The rest of the class goes smoothly and soon I'm out the door heading home.

When I get home I change out of my leotard and stockings and into a sweet shirt and Nike pro shorts. I grab my green Nike drink bottle and head into my bothers room.

"Coming?" I ask as I walk in.

"Yep. Got the ball?" He asks back.

"Right here." I say holding up the soccer ball.

"Okay let's go then."

I turn around and start walking back out of his room and to the front door. Soon my brother is behind me and we head off to the playground. When we arrive we go to the big playing field. Everyone gets split up into two teams and we begin. I stand there checking my nails until I hear my name being yelled. I look up to see the ball hurdling straight towards me. I bring my leg up and kick it. It rebounds and heads straight towards the centre. After another ten minutes I loose interest in the game and go to the playground. I sit down on top of the monkey bars and watch the game. It's not very interesting. Soccer for that matter. The aim of the game is to kick as many goals as possible. I start swinging my legs back and forth and feel them collide with something. I hear someone groan with pain and I instantly jump down from my spot. Standing in front of me is a boy probably no older than fifteen holding his forehead and muttering, probably swear words, under his breath.

"Oh my god. I'm so sorry. Are you okay?" I rush out.

"Yeah, yeah I'm fine just leave me alone." He says dismissing my niceness.

"Well I hope your okay because it's clear that you don't care very much for girls who accidentally kick a boy in the head then use there nicest tone to say sorry." I say in a sassy, slightly angry tone.

"Just leave me alone okay?" He asks looking up. "Oh I'm sorry. I'm such a um idiot. Thank you for saying sorry and yes I'm okay."

Wow sudden change of attitude. I will never understand boys.

"Well I'm glad to see you have a nice attitude but I really must get going. Goodbye." I wave wanting to get away from this crazy boy.

"Goodbye!" I hear him shout as I run down the hill towards the playing field where my brother was just finishing up his soccer game.

"Done?" I ask as he takes a sip of water from his drink bottle.

"Yep. Ready to go?" He asks.

"Yep."

And off we go. As we walk home we kick the ball along the path trying not to let each other get it. Of course he can get it off me and I can't get it from him considering he plays soccer and I don't.