Barred by Ballet

Chapter 7: Behind Barres

"Aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!" I yelled as I looked into the mirror. "Ew, ew, ew, ewwww." I fretted while I pulled out cracked egg shell pieces from my now sticky hair. "This is the worst day ever!" I protested and angrily dumped the shells into the trash bin.

"Oh my gosh! Who could have done this to you?" My roommate walked into the bathroom looking all innocent and sympathetic. "That's such a horrid thing to do!" She said placing her hand on her heart. "I'm so sorry Mia. Here let me see if I can help." She raised her hand reaching for my hair but I quickly slapped it away.

"Don't touch me!" I warned, deeply glaring into her eyes.

"Oh dear, I'm sorry! You're so 'emotional'. I was just trying to help."

"I don't want it!" I snapped back.

"Okay, okay fine. You don't have to be so angry." She said slowly walking out of the bathroom.

I looked back at the mirror trying to figure out what shampoo would take this crap out of my hair.

SLAM!!!

"That's right walk away." I proudly said to myself.

After I vigorously scrubbed the slimy egg yokes out of my curls - making sure I get that fresh egg scent out. I then dressed for my first class which happened to be ballet. Talk about agony!

Ballet is pretty straight forward when it comes to 'accessorising'. Basically everyone wears the same thing, except in different brands. I particularly prefer to wear Mirella because they make really nice lower back designs. I threw on my favourite double 'X' back, black leotard and pale pink tights.

I looked into the mirror one last time to make sure my bun was perfect and then I adjusted the silver heart shaped hair pin that my dad gave me for good luck.

I glanced up at the clock on the wall and realised that I was running late. I only had five minutes to get to class and I heard that Madam Inessa was really strict on punctuality.

I hurriedly grabbed my pointe shoes off the bed, yanked my dance bag off of the floor and headed toward the door.

I grabbed the knob and pulled and tugged but it wouldn't budge. It was locked shut!

"Shizz! I'm going to be late!" I frantically searched for my pass key - turning over everything in sight.

"Ugh! Eva!" It had to be her. Who else could it have been? She stole my key and locked the doors.

"Someone! Help!! Please open the door!" I banged on the door incessantly but no one responded so I decided to pace around the room in search of something to manually unlock the electronic door.

"There's gotta be something!" I spotted a bobby pin on Eva's bed. "This should do it!" I stuffed it into the key slot and twisted and turned with all my might.

After many failed attempts I managed to trigger the sensors and opened the door -which may need repairs because I'm pretty sure it's broken.

However, there wasn't any time for a mini celebration so I grabbed my things and frantically ran through the hallways and down spiraling staircases in search of my ballet class.

Studio B-10, Studio B-10, Studio B-10.

I repeatedly chanted the studio number in my mind managing to slow down my rapid running pace each time I neared a studio door. My movement made a rhythm which went something like, quick. quick. slow down, quick. quick. quick. slow down.