The dancer life

Chapter 9 Shannon's POV

"Shannon, change into your softshoes," demanded my teacher as I nodded and walked to my dance bag that was on the floor and then began to take off my hard shoes.

As I took off my hard shoes, I couldn't stop thinking about the rude messages I've been getting.

Who could possibly want to do something bad to me? I've never done anything wrong?

I pushed these thoughts to the back of my head as I laced up my soft shoes tightly. Oireachtas is in one week. I couldn't let any of this get to me. I had to focus on me and my dancing. No distractions. As I finished lacing up my soft shoes and stepped onto the dance floor, I noticed that my softshoes felt slippery. I looked at the bottom and noticed that there was a shiny substance on my soft shoes. I put my finger along the bottom and then I soon realized it was olive oil.

I can't believe someone sabotaged my shoes! This must've been the same person who was messaging me all of those rude messages. Angrily, I took off my softshoes and threw them in the trash. I rummaged through my dance bag , and luckily found my spare pair of softshoes. I was saving these shoes for Oireachtas, since they're brand new and small on me, which makes my dancing look great.
Oh well, I thought as I laced up the other pair.
As I stretched my legs, I had a thought. If they were here at the dance studio, then it must have been someone at our dance school who knows about Michael and I. It certainly wasn't Grace. Grace is my best friend and she'd never do that. I couldn't think of anyone else.
I told Michael about my dilemma and he freaked. "Shan you have to tell someone."
"I can't. Everyone is all busy with Oireachtas and I don't wanna cause any distractions or attention. It'll all blow over...I hope. " I  bit my lip.
"Well whoever it is,they're probably very jealous of you," he said.
"Yeah."
"It's because I'm your boyfriend after all." He smirked.
"Your right though, cause they told me to stay away from you." I remarked.
"We'll catch this person, don't worry about it." He assured me as he smiled. He always knows how to calm me down.
From the other side of the dance studio, I heard Patrick yelling at Cara and Kaitlyn.
"NO! Do it again! Get your leaps higher!" He yelled.
"Shannon, come dance your reel because Cara and Kaitlyn certainly are not doing it the right way." Yelled my dance teacher.
I did what he said and danced my full out reel for them. Everyone applauded except for Cara and Kaitlyn.
"Perfect, Shannon. This is how everyones reel should look, " Patrick said as he pointed at me. "Everyone should do it right or don't  even expect a recall at Oireachtas."
Yikes, Patrick is extra mean today. I felt bad for Kaitlyn and Cara.

For the rest of the class, i couldn't help but notice Kaitlyn and Cara staring at me, no matter what I was doing. Whether I was talking with my friends, dancing, eating or drinking. I ignored it. I even tried to talk to them at class today and they completely ignored me. I didn't even do anything wrong? Grace also agreed how they were acting a little off today. We'll just have to find out who if it really is them at Oireachtas.

When Patrick dismissed class for today, I went to my dance bag to pack up things. I noticed a neon green post it note in my bag. It said:

"Shannon you just think your a little miss perfect right? Watch your back."

I rolled my eyes. This person must really be jealous of me. I folded up the note and stuffed it into my bag, for evidence.