Chapter 2

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My name is Maribelle Watson, I'm seventeen years old and for as long as I can remember my world has been dance. It's my dream, my lucky charm that I keep with me everywhere I go, my passion. But lately I haven't been so in love with as I used to.

My last years of high school are trickling away, and now I'm faced with the kingdom I have created. Namely, a large group of girls who all seem exactly the same. Frankly, it's a miracle I've ever been able to keep any of them straight. Height and hair color seem to be the only differences worth mentioning.

And there I go again, saying terrible things that I don't even mean. It's become so ingrained in me I'm not sure if I could stop, supposing I wanted to. But this wasn't supposed to be how I was going to start this. I was going to fill this notebook with the most honest, deepest parts of me that I could possibly find, assuming there are any to be found.

Let's start over.


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