The Bad Boys Wishes

Bring it on Bad Boy

Shoutout to butterflies101999 for making the first comment! It means a lot!:)

What do you guys think about Gabriella Wilde as being Ansley?^^
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Hours spent on picking a perfect outfit. Endless amounts of tears shed. A sleepless night, and the worst part you ask?

It was...Monday morning.

My second first day of school.

Without my parents. New school, new house, new classes, new teachers. I was starting over without the two most important people in my life.

Honestly, I didn't really know how to feel about it. Anger, heartache, grief, denial.

An emotional roller coaster. Starting at a new high school was not going to be helpful either. Well... Here goes nothing.
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I slowly sat up in my bed, letting out an inhuman groan as I pulled my self out of bed.

I ran my fingers through my thick curly hair and slowly walked into my closet, finalizing what I was going to wear. I had spent hours the night before, finding the perfect outfit for today.

I padded my way over to my new bathroom and plugged my iPod into my speakers, grabbing towels and turning on the shower.

Stepping in once it was warm enough, I let the water loosen up my tense muscles before starting my routine of washing my hair and face with my favorite vanilla scented shampoo and conditioner, singing along to my iPod.

Stepping out refreshed, I wrapped myself in my sleeping beauty towel and walked back into my room, making sure my curtains were closed just in case there was a certain peeping Tom. I could hear the water running in the wall beside me, signaling Ansley had dragged her lazy but out of bed.

I threw on a lacy strapless navy blue bra with matching underwear, then throwing on some spandex and a t-shirt, I commenced into doing my morning stretches and routine to help keep myself and my technique in tip top shape. If I wanted to get into Juilliard, I was going to have to work ten times harder than I was. No matter the circumstances.

I was doing this not only for myself, but for my parents who had pushed me to continue my dream. Every single minute of every single hour of every single day I thought about them and that's what was going to push me harder.

1..2..3..4..5..6..7..8. I counted off the beats in my head as I focused on balancing myself during an arabesque, then easing myself down.

I started to work on my pirouettes, focusing on making them as clean as possible.

Shoulders straight, legs straightened, feet pointed.

*knock knock*

"Come in" I half yelled.

I continued to practice as the knocker walked in. I landed my turns, turning around and facing Ashton, heavily breathing. Damn. I needed to get back into shape.

"Hey baby sister" Ashton said. He was wearing gray sweatpants and a shirt he had gotten at a soccer tournament with a sheen of sweat on his forehead signaling he had just gotten back from his morning run.