Connarelle was a beautiful ballerina with amazing long light brown hair that was at least 20 inches. She normally wore her bubblegum pink leotard and matching mesh tutu.
One day at an international competition, she saw the most beautiful ballerina with long brown curls up to her mid-back and a pastel blue leotard and tutu. When it was Connarelle's turn to perform, she accidentally kept her eyes on the beautiful ballerina and she fell off the stage. Pain went through her entire petite body.
She cried as paramedics lifted her into a stretcher. She was so embarrassed!
When she got to the hospital, they told her that she had a minor concussion and a severly sprained ankle. She was unable to do ballet for the next month. But you know what? She said fuck it and went back to the international competition 2 days later, since it was a week long comp. Most of the pain had already subsided and she was ready to go. She did it perfectly.
After her performance, the same curly haired ballerina came up to her.
"Hey, Connarelle, was it? I'm Troyelle. Are you alright? You did amazing out there after hurting yourself pretty badly," She hugged Connarelle.
"Yeah, I'm good. It doesn't hurt anymore," Connarelle said. Troyelle smiled, and Connarelle's heart melted. She was so adorable in her short pastel pink puffy dress. Her stunning curls shone naturally. Her blue orbs captured every speck of light. Connarelle leaned over and kissed her cheek. Troyelle screamed.
"EEWWW WHAT THE FUCK?!" She screeched, tears forming. She continued to swear until Connarelle couldn't take it anymore. She leaned in and kissed her to shut her up.
The next day, Troyelle proposed to Connarelle. Connarelle said...
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"YESSS OMG!" Connarelle yelled. They kissed and got married and had 1000 kids. The end.
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