Dancing is my life

Hi, I'm Brooke Hyland. Im 17 years old. I have hazel eyes with a light touch of freckles on my face. I also have dark colored hair that reaches an inch past my shoulders. I have really tanned skin. It's Monday morning. Ugh I hate Monday mornings, but then again doesn't everybody. I got out of the bed and looked in my walk in closet to find something to wear. I found a pair of black jeggings with a cute pink halter top. I then found my black wedged, knee high boots to wear with my outfit. I put my clothes on my bed and went into my adjoining bathroom. I stripped my clothes and got in the shower. If I don't take a shower in the mornings, I feel like grease all day. I used my favorite banana scented shampoo and conditioner with matching body wash. After my shower I brushed my teeth and blow-dried my hair. I went into my room and got dressed. After I had gotten dressed, I walked back into my bathroom and started to do my make-up. I did a greyish smoky-eye look with a hint of pink to match my top. I then applied light pink lipgloss to finish off the look. Next was my hair. I put my hair up in a bun with a few strands of hair framing my face. I was about to take my hair out and do it again but I decided that I was going to curl the strands to make it look good. I walked out of my bathroom(finally finished with everything), grabbed my phone, keys, and then walked downstairs. "Hi honey", my mom said. "Hey mom what are you cooking, it smells really good"? "I'm making chocolate chip waffles with hash browns and grits for breakfast she replied." She made two plates with the food on it and sat down next to me. I bit into my first bite and I was amazed. "This is really good mom." "Thanks sweetie, I got the recipe from my cooking class." You see, she has been taking a cooking class for a couple months and jumps at the chance to make something. After we finished breakfast I said goodbye and headed to the garage. I got into my navy blue Lamborghini and headed to school.when I got to school, I ran inside the building to get my stuff for first bell. A few seconds after I arrived at my locker, a guy walked up to me and started flirting. After 100 times of me telling him to get lost, he finally listens and walked off. The guys at my school think of me as eye candy and hit on me all the time. I'm never fazed by any of it. People think that I have dated a lot of guys because of the way I look but the truth is, I have never dated anybody(sad right I mean I'm 17 for god sakes). I haven't found a guy that I really like and a guy that I know I can trust.

I went down the halls trying to find one of my friends.

I have a lot of friends at school but my very best friend is the one and only, Blaire Jackson. Me and her have been best friends since the fifth grade. She and I are both very popular at Edge water High. Every guy wants us but we just keep walking and by we, I mean me. Avon is such a flirt but has never really gone on a lot of dates with guys. She doesn't want people to think that she will go out with just anybody. Her and I have all of our classes together, so she and I walked to class together. When we stepped into the class, not a lot of people were three yet so it looked kinda empty. We took are seats and almost immediately, the rest of the kids started storming into the classroom. Everyone starts chatting for what seems like hours( but was only really a couple minutes) before Mr. Cooke walks into the classroom." Quiet down everyone one, pull out your text books to page 156 and start reading until page 196." All you could hear know was everyone moving and turning the pages to start reading. I grabbed my text book and flipped to page 156. By the time I got to 196, it was almost time to switch bells. Only 3 more minutes before the bell rang, so I got everything together and waited for the bell to ring. When the bell rang, I hurried down the hall to my locker. When I got everything I needed, I went to Avon's locker and she and I walked to our next class together.

The class was so boring. No one was really paying attention. The teacher told us to work on the stuff we were working on last week and everyone just started talking. He sat down at his desk and decided that this class period was a good nap break. That was until the bell rang, he jumped up and told us we could go. "That was the best class all day," Avon said sarcastically.

"I know right". The next class went by faster than the speed of light. We went to lunch. Avon and I sat down at a table in the corner of the cafeteria. We had lunch and talked about the latest gossip going around school. After lunch, the rest if the day went by really fast. I rode home and unlocked the door. I grabbed a quick snack and ran up to my room. Once I closed

The door to my room, I ran into my walk-in closet. I started getting dressed for dance. You see, I love to dance, I usually dance everyday. Dance is my life and when I grow up, I want to be a professional dancer. I got dressed into my black and orange, striped spandex and a matching sports bra. After I changed, I waked out of my closet and into my bathroom. I took off all my make-up, put my hair up into a high, side ponytail and put a lot of hairspray in my hair so it would not fall out of the ponytail. I then walked to my closet again, grabbed my dance shoes and put them on. I walked down stairs and saw my mom at the door with her purse in her hands. "Finally your done getting ready. We're almost late to your dance

Class so lets go" she told me. "Ok, let's go". We ran to the car, jumped in, and drove to dance class. When we arrived I hurried into class. We started stretching first. I had to do a a solo thus week for the fire and ice dance competition. The solo I had was called "cry". it was a

Lyrical routine and I really liked it.

I had to do a round-off into a back Ariel, a chest stand, and an elbow stand. Then I had to jump in the air and do the splits, land it perfectly and do backflips off stage. It was really easy to remember and I thought that I was going to do great on my solo for competition.

After dance class, my mom and I drove home. When we got home it was 10:00. My mom went to bed and I ran up to my room. I took a quick shower, got into some fuzzy pj's, and went to bed. The school week was done just as fast as it came. I went to dance class ready to practice with stuff to bring for the competition. We rode on a bus to get to the competition.

Competition day finally came. We walked into the dressing room and got ready.

They called my name to the stage and I walked out. The music started and ended. I nailed my routine and danced my heart out. I had so much fun. After all the others girls danced their solos, it was time for awards.

I really hope I win over all in my age division.

I ended up winning 1st place and I was so excited. My dance teacher, Abby, was so proud of me and it takes a lot to empress her.

Today we went home and we arrived back at the dance studio at 10:45. I drove home, got a quick drink, and then went to bed.