Dancing with Shadows

Hey, my name is Vicki and this is my first ever Wattpad story. I'm currently writing a novel that may consist of three books in the series, but I wanted to put someting on Wattpad for fun. The characters in my original book is the same as every character in this. I didn't want to write certain things here only because they would be huge spoilers. 

This is just a rusty little idea that I got from a dream about a dancer and everything. It's definitely something new for me, being on Wattpad and all, and I love it a lot. So don't look down upon if this story gets a bit shakey. I know where it will lead, but the journey to it is always the hardest, funnest part of writing a story.

So thank you everybody who has supported me when writing any type of story that I conjur up. I hope it serves interesting to people. Just stay tuned :3

And here we go...

< Vicki 3

"Alright, first position!" 

Groans and moans flew from wall to wall, causing the wall-length mirror to vibrate the wooden floors. 

"Mr. Bruce, can we take five?" The shortest, spunkiest dance member of the team pleaded. She threaded her bright amber hair that just about reached her shoulder.

I rolled my eyes and tapped her shoulder. "Quiet! I told you not to speak out like that. He doesn't seem in a great mood today." 

She didn't say anything.

"Oh and you're smearing your white makeup," I pointed out.

"Gee thanks. You're all full of perks today."

"Always am."

"Thorn and Aria, quiet down!"

"Sorry," we both blushed.

"And no, you are not going to take five, From the top!" All of the girls groaned one last time before beginning our routine.

"Great job everybody!" Mr. Bruce clapped his hands together to commend us for our hard work and sweat. 

We all sat on our three seperate lines: black, red, and black, Aria and I being on the first black. We had an amazing view of Mr. Bruce--- his hair was blacker than coal, his face peachier than sand, and his long arms tenser than ever. He was sweating from when he joined in with us, but he still managed to deliver than smile he always insisted on wearing.

"You guys did amazing today," he started. Every time we excel in a day of practicing, he praises us. Apparently, we are the best Sophomore class he's ever gotten in a couple of years, granted he's only twenty years old himself. "But I have some big news to tell you all."

The class of about fifteen squealed with excitment. I only shrugged and waited patiently. When I get home, I'm definitely grabbing some Motrin. This must be a migrane coming on.

"Quiet down!" some of the calmer girls shh-ed. 

Mr. Bruce shifted on the floor to rest on his knees. I tried not to stare, so I only made it look like I was glaring at myself in the mirror. "We have a new student coming in our class today." More obnoxious squeals. "Despite his sudden arrival, he has potential. Please be respectful."

"A new student? In March?" Recitals are in May, but Aria didn't have to yell out like that. She just started the 76th riot today, and I wasn't going to stand for a 77th.

"Shut up!" I demanded the class. Mr. Bruce even looked appaled, and it should be his job! "You were thinking it too!" I screamed at him. 

RIght when I went ape on the class, the silver doorknobs on the black wooden doors to the right of the spacious room clicked open and slowly proceeded on.