"Are you sure this plan will work?" I asked Michael.
"Of course. Guys, just remember what I told you all to do." Michael instructed.
Michael, Grace, and I were in my hotel room at the Oireachtas venue planning out how to catch out who was sending us these weird messages. We all danced the next day so we decided it's better if we catch them now before they sabotage us the day we dance.
I hadn't been getting any weird messages since the last practice before Oireachtas at the studio.
"Just remember to-" Michael's bossy orders were interrupted when we heard someone try and break into my hotel room. My mom was downstairs buying an Oireachtas book down at the venue, and she had a key with her, so she wouldn't have to try to break in, but who would?
The three of us quietly ran to the peephole and saw a figure with a black hoodie, black pants and brown long hair. We opened my hotel door and she saw us through a mask and ran far down the hallway. We all sprinted towards the end of the hallway I saw her go down the stairwell to the lobby.
"Chase her down the stairs!" I yelled to Michael. Grace and I quickly hopped in the elevator to go to the lobby and meet this figure and Michael. After a few seconds we were down in time to see Michael chasing down this figure. As this person tried to run past us, Grace reached out and grabbed her. I walked towards her and started to unmaskher, not knowing what to expect. When I saw the face revealed, I gasped.
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The dancer life
Teen FictionShannon lives, breathes, and eats Irish dance. It's her entire life. Her journey of her life in dance is shown with drama, heartbreak, romance, friendship, and most of all, her amazing passion for dance
