Broken Ballerina

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Hello everybody!

So to the few of you that seem to be consistently reading (thank you, you're fabulous!) or to anyone else reading this, I have a very important announcement!

So you may have noticed if you have been reading for a while that I haven't updated in a while, that's because I have decided to stop writing Broken Ballerina.

I'm really sorry if you were enjoying it, but sadly the story was going nowhere. I hadn't planned it out thoroughly and I just amn't happy with it at all!

BUT it's not all bad!

I'm currently working on a new story that is now into Chapter Nine and still going! It's called 'My Mother, The Counsellor '. It's a sort of rom-com story but it's slightly deep at parts but still light hearted!

If I just did a terrible job at explaining, I'll leave a preview and the synopsis below!

It would mean so so much if you went and checked it out! I have this one all planned out and I'm so excited to continue it!

Love you all!

xo Hazel

Blonde haired, brown eyed, artsy, sporty, most popular girl in school Mia Moore is living the High School dream. While involved in every aspect of her High School, she keeps on top of her studies during her senior year of Lakeside High School.

However, will Mia's mother Wendy threaten her title of It Girl when she forces her to spend 5 days a week tutoring her sworn enemy of twelve years? The known slacker of the school, Blake Woods must go to Mia's house every day after school to study English, or else the chance of him graduating High School are slim.

Mia and Blake are forced to learn about each other and their lives. Will Mia and Blake's hatred turn into a friendship? Or will they never forget that day in the playground?

Chapter One preview (there's a prologue before this in the actual story)

"Hey Mia." I heard Blake whisper behind me during English class. "Was extensions a choice? Or is that just something every fake-ass girl must get as part of their image?"

I tilted my head back slightly so that Blake could hear every word I was about to say. "So do wasters just not shower? Or is that your choice?" I could hear Blake about to say something, but I cut him off before he even began. "What are you even doing here? Class is better when you're not here which is pretty much every day."

"Well I thought maybe today I'd enrich my knowledge in poetry." Blake whispered closer to my ear than I would've liked.

"We're watching Romeo and Juliet. This has nothing to do with poetry." I look over my shoulder to give him a dagger look that would kill him if it could.

"Whatever, just wake me up when it's over." Blake leaned back in his chair and put his feet casually on the table.

I shot Mrs. Peters, our English teacher a look of disbelief as she was sitting at the back of the class, next to a large window playing candy crush on her iPhone. Blake was getting away with sleeping in class and I did not enjoy that fact. Anyone else would've been funny, but not this idiot. I coughed loudly and continued as if I had a throat infection, until Mrs. Peters looked up and caught Blake asleep in his chair.

Mrs. Peters rose from her comfortable spin chair, and stalked up to the top of the classroom to where her laptop was sitting. She paused the movie and the image froze on the screen of the projector. "Mr. Woods?" She called, sternly. Blake didn't move a muscle. "Mr. Woods!" Mrs. Peters shouted his name this time, and Blake jumped in his seat.