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"A chance to dance!" my mother said, in her perky voice. "It will be fun, you don't have friends and you don't have a life!" my mother shouted. "Gee, thanks mom" I snapped back. What if I wanted to stay at home, sit in my room all day and write novels?! Its my life, but my mom controls it.

"You are going to love dance academy! You always enjoyed ballet class! They are like, the same thing!" My mom's persuasion is not going to work this time. I could see the bus nearing the stop we were waiting at. "Mom, could we speed this up a little? The bus is practically here" then, out of no where, my mom burst out into tears... Just fantastic! "My- my- baby, I'm go-going to miss miss MISS you" " Great mom, you k-know that when you cry, I st- art to cry" just perfect, now I'm in tears! We had the poor old bus driver waiting for our 10 minute sob session to end. "Um, ma'am, I can only be here for 5 minutes, I'm sorry, but can we speed things up a little?" My mom and I turned to the old man in the bus. "GO AWAY" we both screamed through tears. Soon after, I was on the bus.

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