The Lost Dancer

The first time

Perri POV    ---

I was aproaching the corner of an out school building in search of a quiet secret  spot that I usually went to in order to quietly and peacefully eat my lunch. It was somewhere that I could just relax, think and reflect on everything in the past. Or even somewhere where I could try to forget the past. For today though I was going to use my new beats and listen to some music. I was gonna spend the time trying to choreograph a routine to show the others that I can not only danceand be the 'short one with big hair who flies effortlessly through the air doing tricks. Don't get me wrong I love to do tricks and it's all really cool but I just want to show everyone that I could take on more responsibilities and even help Ashley sometimes and suggest some ideas to help his immense and breath-takingly sick choreography.

As I was approaching the corner that I heard it. The shouts were so out of place in this usually peaceful undisturberd area that it made curiosity take the better of me forcing me to investigate what was happening. I sprang intop action and took off running around the corner but that was went I first saw her and was forced to stop in my tracks. 

 "OOhh has daddy ran away again? Couldn't stand the sight of you I bet. Or was it the repulsive geek who always tried too hard? "

As I looked at the gorgeous girl in the corner I could see the pain in her clear jewel-blye eyes, and the panic searching for a quick excape. The panic was quickly masked as it changed into pure rage and anger. She forced her lent over body to straighten up and stand tall. The comments kept getting worst and worst, each hitting her like a bomb shell but she said strong and looked focused and determind and thats why she didn't see it coming.