NEVER TAP OUT

~01~

Emerson POV
Monday
"Em" I heard someone whisper my nick name. I searched the dance room trying to find the face of the whisper. "Emerson, over here" I saw Annie motioning me to her. I sat my bag down on the floor next to me before walking towards her.

"Miss Kendall, you are late...again" Mrs. Tucker, my ballet teacher yelled from my right side. I turned my body towards her, seeing her hands on her hips. As she waited for my excuse.

"Sorry, Mrs.Tucker it won't happen again" I say looking towards the floor. In the mirror behind Mrs. Tucker I could see a few girls giggling.

"You said that last time, if it happens again you will not be performing at the dance recital" she crossed her arms over her chest as she stared down at me.

"Yes ma'am" I say before going to stretch. I took a seat next to Annie as I stretched my legs.

"Is it me or does she seem tense" Annie said bending over her butterflied positioned legs.

"I hear that Mr. Tucker and her are getting a divorce" I say copying her position. Annie shrugged her shoulders as she sat up.

"I wouldn't doubt that, I mean look at her" we both glanced at her before turning and laughing at each other.

"Miss Kendall, since you were late why don't you show us your arabesque" I stood up with butterflies in my tummy. I'm not good with balance I fall every time I try an arabesque.

I walk over to the middle of the room, taking my time as slow as I can. Before I releve I try as best as I can to balance. "Sometime today, Miss Kendall" I look over to Mrs. Tucker before I look back at my feet. I releve having my arms in the correct position and my legs as straight as I can. "Wrong, those legs aren't straight, would someone like to show Miss Kendall here, how to do a perfect arabesque" she scanned the room with her eyes.

"Excuse me Mrs. Tucker I do believe that Emerson's legs were straight" Annie's cheery voice said from behind me.

"It's fine Annie" I say as I turn around towards her. She comes closer to me putting her left arm around me.

"No it is not fair considering they were straight" she looked at me then to the teacher. "Am I right" she turns towards the rest of the class for help. Everyone shook their head yes, everyone except Hailey.

"No, Annie those chicken legs were not straight, they were messily done" Hailey said walking closer to us. "This is how it's done" she says before doing the arabesque perfectly.

"Well done Hailey" everyone clapped except Annie and I. "Miss Skye, for your little out burst give me a hundred plié's " Annie walked to the end of the bar and started her plié's with an attitude.

We went on with the rest of the class until the hour was up. "Em" Annie yelled from behind me. I stopped in my tracks waiting for her to catch up. "Did you finish your biology homework for tonight" she said as soon as she stepped in front of me.

"Yeah, of course I did" I shook my head smiling. Biology is my favorite subject in school, so of course I did the homework.

"Good, you can do mine" she reached in her bag handing it to me. We both laughed as we walked out the front doors.

I said my goodbye's to my best friend and got in the car with my mom. "Hey sweetie" she said with a smile.

"Mom, what did I say about calling me sweetie" I lay my head on the head rest closing my eyes.

"Well, what do you want me to call you then" she says pulling out of the parking space.

"How about my name, y'know the thing you gave me at birth" I said laughing a bit. She joined in with me as we pulled out of the dance studio.

"How was dance" I looked out the window as the sight of the studio left my eyes.

"It was fine" It was always fine, I mean my dance teacher hates me and the rest of the class does as well. I hate dance more than anything, I only go to make my mom proud. Considering she was a dancer her whole life.

"That's good, I'm glad you like it" I show a small smile towards her. She would be disappointed in me If she knew dance was the last thing I liked. "There is left over spaghetti in the fridge if you're hungry" my mom said interrupting my thoughts.

When we got back home I ran for the door,dropping my dance bag to the floor as soon as I got in. I grabbed a bowl of spaghetti out of the fridge, putting it in the microwave to warm up.

"Emerson Jane Kendall, that is not where your bag belongs" my mother said almost tripping over my bag.

"Sorry" I said grabbing my bag and my bowl of spaghetti and going to my room upstairs.

So this is the end of chapter one. I hope you enjoyed it and will continue to read it. 🦄😂