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Troubled

Sierra Williams POV (age 17)

I walk out of my house, sick of hearing my parents bicker about how their love has failed them.

I get in the white Mercedes gwagon

Did I tell you my parents are filthy rich.

It's disgusting

That's what you get when you dad owns a restaurant and hotel in the hamptons

That's where I live the hamptons but I'm guessing I'm won't be living here to much longer with this I can already picture my parents signing divorce papers and my mother moving out taking custody of me.

I drive out of the private community and to the local dance studio.

I'm not much of a dancer I've been doing it since I was 6 but it's just a hobby.

It clears my mind making art out of body language and ways.

I park the car grabbing my Nike duffle Bag and locking the car.

I walk into the dance studio in grey nike joggers.

I have a black nike sports bra on with sneakers.

You probably thinking wow she does dance.

I do multiple dance classes right now I'm in hip hop.

I'm not wearing a leotard to hip hop.

Ballet isn't till later.

I drop my bag in the corner putting my phone on silent.

I was told to run my solo from my choreographer.

As I was running my solo to "shame on you - by Jacob whitesides"

The door opens.

Normally you aren't aloud to come in my teacher flips but she isn't here.

I finish running my solo.

Getting shooting pains going through my back from having my disc moving the wrong way.

I go to my bag taking 3 Advil.

I walk up to the 3 guys that came into the room before.

"Do you need help" I ask them

"Ya we where told by you teacher to pick one of you guys" he said pointing to all of the 7 girls in the room

"To make a choreographed performance for our tour coming this summer" the talk tan skinned guy continue saying says

"Alright then" I said about to walk away

"We choose you" they say

"What" I say turning around looking at them

"We watched you your amazing" another tall tanned skin guy said

"fine meet me at my house at 7pm" I say writing down my address on a piece of paper.

"Now I got to get back to class so00......" I said carrying out the 'o' till I cut off