Dear Little Deaf Boy

DLDB:14

"Point your toes girls!" Mrs Leta instructed at her words I instantly point my toes.Dance was suppose to be my escape my place of peace. And at times it was the sounds of soft classical music the balance between being graceful and aggressive. My Dad was always the serious type he signed me up for violin lesson when I was 6, he made me join the debate team when I was 14 and even has a child I wasn't allowed to watch cartoons instead gave me a private tutor and taught me how to play chess.Since birth he had envisioned my future. He picked my career path, who I dated, where I got my education. Daddy had my whole life planned out for me and never once asked what I wanted to do.

In a lot of people's eyes I was the spoiled little rich girl with everything she wanted just one call away. And in many cases they where right. I was the spoiled little rich girl. Who lived in a luxury penthouse spent 300 dollars a week on spinning around in pointy shoes and lived in a fancy suburb.
I was the spoiled little rich girl with a dead mother a absent father, a criminal brother and danish past. But I was always suppose to smile. Wave, paint such a pretty picture for those who looked our way.

" Spread your Carly knees apart!"

Mrs.Leta walked past me analyzing my posture she did an nod of approve " Great footwork Kinsley." She praised.

But there where always the envious, there would always be those to look at me and wish they where in my shoes.

Like Carly Aims.

She was green with envy her jealously beamed off of her brighter then most lights would. The glare she gave me was one that could make your skin crawl. Ever since I started ballet she had hated me. And I can't blame her she felt as if I was her rival. She was always pent against me and she always well....

She always lost.

  " Carly and Kinsley I would like for you to present one of your solo for this years Words Of Hope Festival."

How could I forget? Words Of Hope was a event our town hosted ever year. After a couple years ago a girl had been bullied an tragically took her own life she was a foster kid and had a hard time in school. It was the first real tragedy to happen in our little town. In her honor we hold a Words Of Hope Festival. Every one would get a lantern and towards the end we would realize them into the night sky. Usually at the Festival people donated money to Charities. The orphans would always come down to town square and sing, and poets would share there poetry. It wasn't all sad and gloomy, theres food, games,face painting little programs they would have there to help people.

Free Stuff.

And most importantly they would have Free Stuff.

Plus we're preforming.

My stomach flipped at the thought. I hadn't even asked my Dad about it.

I nodded getting in position.

" Who would like to go first?" Before Carly even had a chance to breath. I stepped forward.

" Ready?" She asked.

" Hold on I have wedgie." I announced un shamefully I dug my Spanx and fixed my leotard. Carly gave a look of distaste Mrs.Leta laughed lightly.