The Bad Girl Does Ballet

Chapter One

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Chapter One

I opened the door, tossing my bag on the ground. Miss Grace made us do conditioning day today, and boy did she work us. I could already feel the soreness kicking in and all I wanted to do was take a scalding hot shower, then watch Netflix.

"Ma, I'm home!" I called out, walking into the living room. My mom was sitting on the floor, watching some yoga video on TV. Ma was a big health freak, and thought we should all be in touch with our inner self. Bullshit, if you ask me.

"Oh, hello. I'm just trying out a new remedy to self-knowledge!" She exclaimed. Go figure. Imitating the lady on the screen, Ma got in a pretzel-looking position.

"I see. Alright, I'm going to take a shower, today was conditioning day and I'm exhausted." I said, already jogging up the stairs. I heard a muffled response from downstairs, and chuckled to myself. As much as I loved my mother, she was a freak.

Opening the door to my room, I sighed in relief. Shower, here I come. I made my way to the bathroom, taking off my sweatpants and baggy t-shirt. After all my clothes were off and the shower was on and heated up, I hopped in it.

Instantly, I felt relief. Hot droplets of water rained on me, and I sighed in content. Miss Grace was my dance constructor, and her favorite thing was conditioning us. Being a dancer since I was three, I'm used to conditioning, but this one was by far the worst.

When I started off dancing, I did tap and jazz. I did those two until I was six, then I moved onto acro. I did acro for a year, and started ballet. After one class of ballet, I fell in love with it. Five years later, at fourteen, I moved onto pre-pointe. Now, at sixteen, I'm doing pointe and some extra ballet classes. I do four classes a week, three only being one hour and one being two hours.

Dance is my passion, but the bad girl is my reputation. Yeah, you heard me right. I'm the schools 'bad girl'. Even though I'm only a junior, the seniors fear me. I guess you could call me the total badass.

Pranks, talking back, an attitude, and bad is how people at school describe me. Not one person knows I do dance, not even my best friend, Kristy. It wasn't like I was stupid, though. I was the exact opposite. I've been on the A honor roll since freshmen year. I just didn't exactly enjoy being obedient.

Turning off the faucet, I grabbed my fluffy towel and wrapped it up around me. I ran a couple fingers through my hair, then put it in a messy side braid before pulling on my giraffe pajama pants. After throwing on a tanktop, I walked out into my room, pulling out my laptop from under my pillow.

Opening it, I logged onto tumblr and went to my dashboard. There was not much new on there, so I logged out and closed my laptop. While I was putting it on my desk, my phone buzzed from on my bed.

From: Kristy

Hey girl! Guess what?!?

Oh god, this couldn't be good.

To: Kristy

What?

Her reply came in seconds.

From: Kristy

I GOT US TICKETS TO SEE PIERCE THE VEIL LIVE!

Holy hell weasels. Pierce the Veil was only my favorite band in the whole world. They had a gig coming up in my town on Saturday, but the tickets were ridiculously expensive.