Preface
"You don't know me," I growled.
"I know that you put up this hard ass front because you don't want people to know the real you. I know that you change those combat boots for pointe shoes every night so you can do something that you love. I know that deep down you want to trust me but you," he whispered pulling me closer, "won't let yourself."
I shoved him away, glared and said "Go to hell."
As I walked away, I internally shook. Not because I was angry but because I was scared. Scared that he actually might know me.
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The Ballerina Inside
Teen FictionCarmen Hills is your average teen. And just like any average teen she goes to a high school where you have the popularity group and the not groups. Carmen falls right smack in the center by herself. She doesn't have friends at her school and she's o...
