Ballet shoes

Class

I wake up when my alarm clock decides to start singing a mentally frustrating tune. I get up and take a shower as quickly as possible making sure to use the ylang ylang shower gel which makes my body smell amazing! When I walk back into the room Pat is awake and staring at her phone blankly.
"Mornin" I say as I swing open my wardrobe doors. Pat grumbles in return. Trust me I'm not normally a morning person, but today is the first day of my whole dance education and I have to be ready. Everything needs to be perfect.

20 minutes later and I'm still staring at my wardrobe. I've tried on 20 different leotards and they are either too revealing, will stand out too much, will fit in too much or I have nothing to go with it. Somebody knocks on the door and I can tell who it is just by the tune of the knocks. I open the door and Fin stands ready to go to class.
"Unless you are going in your pjs we are going to be late."
"That's what I said!" Pat calls to Fin.
"I don't know what leotard to wear!"
"Wear the purple one with sequins!" Pat suggests.
"Of course you'd say that!" I chuckle and look at her multicoloured leotard and pink head band on her purple hair which is tied into two fun buns.He rolls his eyes and pushes past me and starts sorting through my wardrobe. He pulls something out and throws it at me. It's a black leotard with a pattern on the back. I quickly run into the bathroom and put it on.

When I come out of the bathroom they both nod in approval and chuck a pair of tracky bottoms at me to slide on over my legs. We grab our bags and run out of the room.
"We're going to be late!" Fin declares looking at his watch.
"Yup!" Pat agrees as we pick up our pace of running.

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We bust into the classroom 3 minutes late and out of breath. The room is long and wide with mirrors on all the walls. With a wooden barre outlined the room.
"I'm glad you three could attend class. Maybe next class we could get the joy of having you all lesson." I sharp voice bellows through the room. The women is tall and slim. In her late fortys I'm guessing. Her jet black hair was scraped back into a bun so tight it pulled on her eyes making her look chines. Pat raises an eyebrow and motions three fingers and mouths," three minutes late!"
" put you bags over there," she motions towards corner, where there is a pile of bags," and join the class as quickly as possible." We do as she says and run into the huddle of 20 people and laten to her talking.
"As I said before I was rudely interrupted. My name is Mrs Ruschwa and I will be teaching you for the next three years of your life. So I suggest you be you get in my good side." She raises an eyebrow at me, Pat and Fin. Does that mean we are on her bad side? For being 3 minutes late!? My year is ruined!
"Get into partners and warm yourself up!" She snaps. Pat immediately grabs me and Fin pouts like a three year old and turns to look who else is free. We chuckle and start stretching as we were told.

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Mrs Ruschwa had us doing triple pirouettes. Then she taught us a quick combination and told us to do it across the room. We all lined up and Fin ended up going first. Me and pat couldn't help but laugh as he got almost every step wrong. Mrs Ruschwa scowled at us which shut us up quickly. Suddenly it came to my go. I stood ready waiting for the music to play and I felt 19 eyes staring into the back of my head waiting to see if i was a competition or not. The music played and I started the combination and finishes it completely correctly. I turned round to look at my audience and Pat cheered loudly but died down slowly as no one else did. I laughed and walked to the back of the line.

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I lay next to my bag trying to catch my breath back after the class.
"You ready?" Pat asks
"Yeah." I jump up and slide on my tracky bottoms. As we get up to walk into the corridor Mrs Ruschwa stops us.
"Patricia is it?" She asks patty.
" yeah but I don't mind pat or patty!" She smiles.
"Patricia. Your hair is unexceptable in my class."
"Why's that?" Pat asks trying to look at her but failing as it is on her head.
"It's purple. By next Friday I expect that you will have normal colour hair otherwise you'll get kicked out of my class." Pat nods her head and Mrs Ruschwa motions us to leave.
" oh and patty, one bun not two please!" Pat rolls her eyes and we make our way into the hallway where we all burst out into laughter.

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Fourth chapter of ballet shoes done! Will Mrs Ruschwa like them. Continue reading to find out!!
Lilly
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