A tall, pale skinned girl with long, silky, black hair approached us. She had pink sparkly glasses on, and a sweet smile. "Hello, and welcome WDA, or Washington Dance Academy!" My name is Tara, a third year. I'm on the Welcoming Committee! So, I guess, Welcome!" She started to laugh. Tara seems nice. Two more people started to approach, a girl and a boy. The girl waved and said, "What's up?! I'm Zoey, the chilliest third year you will EVER meet!" Zoey had caramel skin, a short black bob, a purple shirt, blue jean shorts on, and carried a sky blue notebook with her. Then, the boy, who had bronze skin, was very tall, and wore a red polo and blue jeans started to whine. "Zoey, you stole my line! I'm the chilliest third year these noobs will ever meet! Oh, anyway, I'm Jack, the coolest dancer you will ever meet in your entire lifetime!
"Guys, your freaking the new students out! And we all know who the best is!" Tara said, doing a pirouette into jazz hands. "Tara! We still have to show these cool cats around the whole building! Save that for dance class!" Zoey said, walking towards the main building.
When Paige and I collected our schedules and were shown around the Dance Building, the Main Building, and the Boys and Girls Dormitories, we headed to our room. "Luckily" Paige and I shared rooms. It wasn't much, the walls were solid pink, the floor light wood. "Hey, Rachel, where is the closet?" Paige asked me. I was fishing through my blue bags when I peeked up.
"You do realize this room is so small you could walk straight across it within 10 steps." I replied. "I didn't ask you to do rocket science! I asked you where I can put my clothing!
After about an hour of putting our room together, we were finished. "Hey, Rachel? Wasn't there supposed to be like a student mixer tonight? Like where you can meet the other students or something?" Paige asked.
"Yeah, I think. But I'm not going." I was tired, and didn't feel like socializing with other people.
"WHAT?! YOU ARE GOING! I'm already dressed up! And I need a wingman!" Paige whined.
"Uh, fine. But let me warn you, I'm not a good wingman."
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A chance to Dance
HumorA prestigious dance academy, crazy best friends, and an over the top cute crush. How will Rachel Samuels survive?! Follow Rachel, an introvert book lover who got sent to Washington Dance Academy, one of the most prestigious dance schools in the cou...
