Chapter 1. Baby Feet

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   I stood at the coffee table and rhythmically  bounced to the Law & Order theme song. I twirled in a ladybug dress. I skipped in my yellow boots. Who knew that these movements would be incorporated and developed into graceful dances. That my feet would be the most precious and important things in my life.

   My mother soon saw I was destined to dance. "She's got rhythm. You'll be the most beautiful ballerina, Caro."

   She quickly enrolled me at age 2, at a dance studio. I was a natural ( not to brag ). I danced like no one was watching. And I sashayed right into her heart.

   No one could tear me from the dance floor. The studio soon became a second home to me. Ms. Katie, my ballet teacher, nurtured my passion as I grew much older. My dancing matured as I did and I was given my first solo towards the end of grade school. My excitement was beyond words. I cried tears of joy. "Thankyouthankyouthankyou," I said to my ballet and jazz teacher.
"Deserve it Caro," said ms Becky. " And I'm so excited to choreograph a jazz piece for you."

---------------------next day at school--------------------

"I got a solo!" I announced proudly to my friends.

"Congrats," Lexi and Maria said.

ME:I'm super happy!

LEXI: You are going to be the coolest girl in the 5th grade!

MARIA: ya. Now you can totally show Ariana (the class bully) that you aren't a loser.

ME:  Thanks for reminding me..

I had no idea how to stand up to her. They suggested a dance battle, but I would surely go home with another bloody nose with tears and blood dripping onto a hateful note.

Dance class was my save haven. No bullies. I could dance away the sorrows of the day. Only who knew what would happen when tomorrow came.

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Hey fellow nerds!! Hope you enjoyed the first chapter of my first book. ❤️
•~•A.a.A

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