After I was dressed I went to leave this house of nightmares and caught sight of myself in a mirror. My cheek was still red and there was a faint handprint. I sighed and rubbed my cheek only making it redder. I put some makeup over it as I had done many times before. Then I slung my bag on my back and crept as carefully and quietly as I could towards the door. I slowly tiptoed past my dad and breathed a sigh of relief when I realized he was asleep.
As I stepped back into the snow the coldness of it and the wetness of my hair made me shiver. I puled up my hood and made my way back to where I'd come from. The New York homeless shelter. It's the only way I can escape my dad.
Me and the women who work at the homeless shelter have an arrangement that they let me wash my clothes in a tub of hot water there if I work there every Sunday. It works for me. As long as I don't have to live with my dad.
That night I washed my clothes,hung them to dry and laid down in one of the beds,surrounded by the homeless,waiting for tomorrow. The big day. Out of all the auditions I've had this was the biggest one yet. I'd never been as nervous.
I fell asleep rehearsing the dance in my head with the sound of an old mans snoring in the background.
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Dancing For Bieber
FanfictionOliva Reynolds has the chance of a lifetime to be Justin Biebers star dancer. But when her dark past is haunting her and people are crashing in and out of her life, how will she cope?
