Chapter Two

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Beep, beep, beep!

The sound of my alarm going off made me groan in frustration. Was it already morning? Hitting the dissmiss button on my cell phone I made an attempt to get my lazy self out of my heavenly warm and comforting bed. As I did so, my stomach muscles screamed out in pain, reslulting in yet another agonizing groan escaping from my parched lips.

The smell of coffee brewing was delicious as it entered through my nose and into my lungs. I wiggled my aching feet into a pair of bunny slippers  and shuffled my down the hall towards the source of the aroma. When I reached the kitchen, I poured some of the steaming, black liquid into a large mug before dreamily lifting to my lips.

"I would put some milk and sugar first if I were you."

My little brother's sudden voiced opinion took me by surprise hence forth resulting in me choking and spluttering on the hot coffee. After my coughing fit, I made my way over to the fridge where I could get some milk. I was to sleepy and lazy to remember to add milk and sugar. Note to self: don't stay up so late.

After a breakfast of Nutella on toast with yet more coffee, I quickly pulled on my tights, black leotard, and some hot pants. The time table Mrs. Wilson had given me showed that my first weekend class started on Saturday, 11:00 am. That was today.

While brushing my black hair back into a bun, I mentally asked myself if I willing to sacrifice my weekends for dancing, and if it is all worth it. Sometimes I just get exhausted from the constant excersize, stretching, extra classes, skipping social events, and so on, for ballet. I had a life too. But then again, I loved ballet and wanted to excel at it. I may be only fifteen, but I'm already thinking about my carrier!

"Are you ready to go, Dez?" my mom asked just a I stuck the las pin in my bun. It was a bit of a wonky number, but I was late and it woud just have to do.

"Yip," I replied, picking up my black and pink tog bag, "let's go."

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"See you later darling! I'll pick you up at one,'" my mom said with a wink as I hauled my tired muscles out of their relaxed state and onto the pavement.

"Ok thanks! Bye mom!"

"Bye Dezzy, love you!"

"Love you too!"

Strolling down the hall, my peripheral vision caught sight of a blonde head, bobbing as it made it's way in the same direction as I was going, only a little further ahead. I turned my eyes directly towards the blondie as she went along her way. 

It was Tiffany. And she was entering my studio.

Oh help.

A/N

Wow, second chapter already! Yes, yes I know they are short. I intend to try and make them longer in the future. 

Once again, I value feedback and constructive critisism, so please comment what is on your mind!

And, like Destiny, I am a ballerina myself and am very busy with loads of classes and reheasals so I probably only post the next chapter this weekend.

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Lots of love,

DB xoxo

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