She danced.
That was how it began, really.
She danced, and she danced too well.
Because, you see...
People get jealous.
Especially people who want to be the best.
People like Rosalie.
Rosalie was tired. She was tired of always being second, second, second.
Second to her.
She danced too well. Too well for it to be just coincidence.
And it wasn't just coincidence.
A trip, a slip, a small little shove.
A ripped leotard, a broken shoe.
And Rosalie knew it too.
She wasn't the angel all the coaches seemed to see.
She was a devil, with as black a soul as could be.
And what was Rosalie to do..but to put an end to it....
Wouldn't you?
So late one night, when she danced too close to the edge of the stage..
Rosalie gave a small push to the "best" dancer in the room.
Just like the ones she had given to all the young dancers whose dreams had been crushed.
Because, you see...
People get jealous.
Especially people like her.
The girl who danced too well.
