I dance for the stars. I know it sounds cheesy, but it's true. I dance for the stars. Okay, maybe not that type of star, but I dance for stars. I dance for music artists in their videos; no one knows my secret. You think I would tell everyone about it and live in a lovely house with my family, have nice friends, and spend lots of money. Not me. My life isn't that simple. I live with an abusive father, and my mother left when I was ten years old. My father abuses me because my mother left, and it left him heartbroken. He had no one else to take it out on but me. I have no other siblings, for which I am grateful so they don't have to suffer along with me. I lead a double life. I tell no one at school what I do apart from my one friend, Megan. She knows everything about my life, from my father abusing me to which music artists I dance for. I met Megan in freshman year when she bounced up and sat beside me when no one else did. She demanded to be my friend, and when I refused, she hounded me for days until I agreed.
We have been best mates ever since. Even though I dance for music artists, I hardly get any money. All my money goes to paying the bills for our house, as my father spends all his earnings on alcohol. I pay for the bills and the food. I also bought my car and had to pay for fuel to get there from place to place. At school, I try to be invisible and avoid getting too noticed. My luck has never been on my side as the school sluts think that it is okay for them to bully me. They have done everything to me, and it doesn't bother me; they can do nothing to me compared to my father. They think that they are hurting me, but they are wrong. I get hurt at home. They are constantly pushing me and yelling names at me. Their words mean nothing to me. They mean nothing to me. The only words that hurt are 'you are nothing' and 'worthless' as they are spoken by my father often, and I sometimes wonder if they are right.
I let no one get close to me, and I only dance because it keeps me living and staying sane. Lucky for me, Megan is always there to back me up and defend my corner. At school, that is. By the way, my name is Nora, and I am seventeen years old. I have long brown hair and matching chocolate-brown eyes. I love to dance, and I can't survive without that. I hope to stop my double life someday and show everyone what I can do. Not even my father knows that I dance; for all he knows, I could be lying dead in the street, and he wouldn't care. He only cares about me enough to give him food and stay out of his way. That is fine by me. This is my story of how I became a full-time professional dancer and overcame all the nasty bumps on the road.
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The Secret Dancing Life
Teen FictionShe dances for the stars. Literally. Nora dances professionally for pop sensations such as the satyrdays and take that. She works hard and has all the confidence. That's when she is dancing. At home, Nora is abused by her farther and has no mother...
