Short stories

The dance

I swirled around room, moving with a grace that most dancers would envy. I took in my surroundings as well, the walls a livid colour, and a maple coloured floor. I jump up and around the room, like I tiger about to pounce on its prey.

I spin, and is met with a loud crash once again. I pick my self up off the floor and try again. I swirled and jumped, and fell again.

I will get this.

I tell myself knowing that if I keep trying, then I will.

I go through the movements once again and I completed it with out falling! I suddenly here clapping coming from behind me. I turn around to see my dance teacher standing there with a proud look on her face.

"Good good, I told you if you keep trying you will succeed," she smiles softly. "And you did."

"Thank you ma'am." I responded with a proud smile and brushed some dirt off of my leggings.

I'll try again tomorrow in class. Maybe I can do it tomorrow in class without making a fool of myself.