Shadows to Stages

13 January 2016

Dear diary

Here we go again, back into.... the real world. Back to the place where I have to communicate. I was never the one to stand out in the crowd. I'm the person who hangs out in the back not really connecting. I've got the big fringe over the eye and a whole life I don't really share with. The one thing that brings me down to earth, DANCE. I can express who I am and I don't get laughed at, which is a regular thing. My drunk man gave me an idea, for once. If I want to succeed in life, I have to do something, go somewhere. So here I am. In Oatfield talent school, the best talent school in the country. 50% of the students before have became famous. I want to be them. A fault is having the confidence level the size of an ant you don't get far in life. My mam has a confidence level the size of an elephant. Maybe that's all the drinks and pills. Probably should take them away. I do miss my dad but my mam threatened him so that she could keep me. I don't agree. I had no say. I don't know why they divorced, they were happy together. I don't know what happened to them.

School is hard. I never connect with people. I know I'm not good enough for them and they would never talk to me. They'd only push me and trip me and laugh. I hate school, at least it's a dance school. I do have good teachers but I don't have any friends. I wish I did but no one wants to. I love to connect with another dancer in school, do a duet with them. I don't mind being alone but it does get boring. Fingers crossed for friends.