Battle of the Betties{1D}

Chapter 3

A/N- I want to thank all the girls who auditioned to be the students! thanks!!! I'll put their names down in the comment box below. So follow them!

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"Hurry girls we're late" Mel exclaimed as we ran down stairs with our messy buns and our ballet shoes in our hands.

It's not my fault. I came in a long car ride, I don't even like ballet and I forgot how to do a perfect bun.

"We didn't even want to be here. So why should we" Amy rolled her eyes.

"Amy, don't get me started" Mel said. Mel looks younger than all of us because of her height. The funny thing is, usually the shortest turns out to be the oldest.

We jogged through the corridor and finally made a stop at one of the dance studios.

"Can I see that?" I asked Jamie as I pulled the paper towards me having a look at if it was the right room.

"It's got to be the right room. I tested like billions of times" Jamie said.

"Maybe" I shrugged looking up at the room door number.

The door that was perfectly still, suddenly swung open.

Suddenly we all gasped and Amy being Amy, let out a little scream.

"And who are you looking for?" asked this lady. She had dirty blond hair, tied up in a neat smart bun. It was so neat that I could almost see my reflection.

"I...I mean we uh came-"

"Are you the new girls?" she asked.

"Yeah" Jamie nodded.

"You girls are ten minutes late. Usually I'd never except late students. Only for once I will" she said. Right after her sentence she open the two doors wide for us to enter.

Immediately we saw a huge studio. Girls lined up along the bar. On hand on the bar, the other moving to the rhythm of the endless boring piano solo.

"Girls" the teacher clapped twice.

One of the students ran to the stereo and quickly put the volume down and went back to her spot on the bar.

"These are your new classmates" she introduced pointing at us. All pairs of eyes were glued on us four.

"Your names are..."

"Jamie" Jamie said acting laid back and cool about it.

"Melinda. Friends call me Mel".

"Rikki. Rikki Simmons" I smiled.

"Amy" she said absently.

"And I'm Ms Richard" she introduced her self.

"There's about ten minutes left for break time. Warm up. I'll be back in a tick" Ms Richard said.

As she exited the door, the so called 'ballet soldiers' cut their silence and started talking,acting weird and so on.

We just stood there awkwardly. Having no clue on what to do or say.

Suddenly, a olive skin girl approached to us with her interesting hello.

"Hippo milk is pink" she said and walked away.

"See what ballet does!" Amy hissed at us.

"Hey I'm Roshni" she said stretching out her hand.

"Do you always do that?" Amy asked.

"What did you do again Rosh" a voice called from the back.

The girl walked up to Roshni and put an arm around her neck.