My name is Maribelle Watson. I live in a place that's not really a city, or a suburb, or a small town. It's just a place with people. I've lived here for as long as I can remember, or want to. I go to a typical high school, with typical people, and but for one thing I live a very typical life.
That one thing is dance. Ballet. I've been doing it since even longer than I can remember. I think it began with childish dreams of wearing a crown and a pink tutu, but it quickly went beyond that. It didn't take my mother long to realize how much I loved dance class. So she just kept taking me to them, and I just kept loving them and what was once just a fun hobby grew into an obsession. And so I dance. All the time. I have classes on weekdays, and weekends, and in the morning I get up early to dance and stretch by myself before school.
I have two almost completely separate lives, two different groups of friends. My school friends, and my dance friends. At school I'm popular, at dance I'm talented. At home. I guess I'm just plain Maribelle, myself, nothing more or less.
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Dreams
General FictionEthan dreams of Maribelle, the beautiful and popular dancer, every night, but in his dreams she's not the same person as she seems to be in reality. Meanwhile, Maribelle struggles with facing an image of herself she has painted, one that she feel...
