Keaton School Of Drama

Vanessa's experience

C and I stand in front of the large school. People pass and bump into us. Keaton School of the Arts.
C and I are dancers but all these people! So talented and so, so confident. But that was no problem! I was confident too!
"I heard our teacher is really mean." Said C. I turned and looked at her in a serious face.
"So not helping!" I said than we both laughed.
We walked into the school, our hands sweating and heads spinning. We go into the dance studio. As soon as we walk into the room we see a large group of people and the teacher yells "You're late!" At us.
Not a single word comes out of our mouth and we just sit.
"I am not easy going. If I wonder how you possibly got into keaton, you immediately get out of it and go to a normal ability."
A boy next to me says "gosh old lady!" Under his breath.
Miss Helswheel stares at the boy for a long minute than says "out."
"I was just- I. Just. I'm umm." Says the boy.
"You're umm not coming back." says miss Helswheel.
The boy runs off crying.
Today I will be testing your abilities." She says, as if nothing happened.
"First up Vanessa. "
Is this really happening? ME first?
I walk up to Miss Helswheel and tell her what I will be performing.
As I dance, I try to do the best leaps and pirrouetes I possibly can.
"Exceptional." She says.
I walk back.
"CARLY!" She shouts.
My best friend walks up to her and performs.
But Miss Helswheel just shook her head no the whole time.