AN/ Cylie is pronounced 'See-lee'.
2. Are You Saying That Donald Trump Is Your Friend?
Emma slipped on her dance shoes, ready to start her class. Her best friend, Cecilia 'Cylie' Danielle was beside her, struggling with her ballet slippers.
"Ugh! Every single freakin day, I have to go through the struggle of tying my ballet shoes. Lord!" Cylie groaned, fumbling around with the ribbons on her shoes, attempting and failing to
tie them up.
"Here, let me help" Emma offered, grabbing her ribbons.
She pulled her foot away from Emma, the ribbons slipping out of her hands. "Don't you tie my shoe laces for me like I'm a baby" she spat out at Emma.
Silence fell on the duo for a few minutes.
Cylie couldn't keep a straight face, and burst out laughing. "The.. the look on.. on your f..face" she choked out in-between laughs.
Emma shook her head, exasperated at her best friend's childish behaviour. It wasn't even that funny. She definitely didn't make a weird face.. Did she?
"Well okay then, I mean, if you won't take my help, then I guess I'll just leave" Emma looked around to see that all the dancers in their ballet class had already gone out of the dressing room and had started to stretch.
"If you do that, then you're not my best friend anymore" Cylie said with a dead serious expression.
"You act as if I would care" Emma scoffed, though she did have a feeling of doubt as she inched towards the door to the studio.
She was eight by the door at this point, her hand on the doorknob. She was twisting it...
And she stopped herself.
She turned around and sat back down on the floor next to Cylie, who was in peals of laughter.
"I would never actually so that to you Emma! That would make me a bad friend".
"As bad as Donald Trump?" Where did that come from? Emma thought.
"Are you saying that Donald Trump is your friend?" Cylie deadpanned.
It took a moment for it to register in Emma's mind, what she had implied. She wrinkled her nose.
"No way!! Ughh" she groaned. Cylie had finally tied her shoes and Emma lifted her up from the floor.
The two made their way to the studio, where they started to stretch.
Emma was in her middle splits, when she noticed a familiar face at the front of the studio.
"Oh my god" she groaned, as Shawn talked to her dance teacher.
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