Give It My All

Teasing And Triump

The rest of the day I did my classes and ate lunch. All the other teachers were not nearly as mean, but twice as strict. That night I went to the cafeteria to eat dinner. It was spaghetti. As I was walking to a table with my tray, one of the girls in my class bumped into me, purposely. The spaghetti splattered all over my clean new tights and crisp bodysuit.

The girl laughed and so did all her friends, over at their table. I stared down at my bodysuit horrified. This suit was not cheap and I only had five other pairs of tights, and they rip fast. I dumped my tray and used some napkins to clean my clothes. I bit my lip, hard as I tried not to cry. I went to the snack bar and grabbed a granola bar, and apple and some fruit gummies, for dinner. I ran out of the cafeteria with my bag.

I rushed to the dorms, eager to change. When I got to my room I threw my stained clothes into the wash and grabbed some PJs. I sat on my bed and ate my snacks and watched Net flics. I brushed my teeth and went to bed. I had a good night sleep and dreamed that I was the picked student in my class.

When I woke up the next morning I picked regular tights and a pretty lacy body suit. It had an opened back and a lace collar and front section. I laced up my pointe shoes and put on hot pink Bloch booties. I also wore black sweater tights. I put my hair into a tight bun and grabbed my dance bag.

I ate a quick breakfast and ran to studio B, where I had my first class pointe, again. The teacher, who we are supposed to call Lillian, said that today it would be posted. I ran into the dressing room. All the girls were nervously chatting. I walked up to the poster. It said . . .