Broken Feet

School

It was Monday. First day of a new school. New people.
Usually I hate the first day of a new school, but today was excited. It wasn't the idea of making new friend ( though I usually end up giving up on this ordeal before even meeting the first person), it was the idea of ballet.
I have been doing ballet my whole life, which if you actually think about it really isn't that long but still. In my messed up family everyone had their own thing. Christian,s was terrorising people, Wards was lashing out and doing stupid things, Thomas's thing was being smothered by our mother and mine was ballet. Before I went to my 7th foster home I had never had a proper ballet lesson, but just practiced in my room alone. Then last year Grant had taken me to the audition and wouldn't leave until I went through with it. So that's how I ended up getting ready for my new ballet school.
I had to look presentable in the least, first impressions r always important, so I showered and pulled on my new crimson leotard with my tights and ballet belt ( all school uniform) and the schools coverups. I then grabbed my new ballet bag stuffing in my ballet shoes, pointe shoes, crossover and other various items I might need through the day. I finished up by twisting my hair into a ballet bun, and suffocating myself with the toxic hair spray I owned. Grabbing my trainers I sprinted down the stairs. I would not be late.
All most everyone else was their, clad in their own green school uniform, lathering their plate with food. I grabbed a plate and started putting some food on my own plate, before my thoughts were interrupted by Floss.
" Mike, why doesn't Robin have to wear our school uniform its unfair, I want to wear my own clothes," she whined.
Before I even got a chance to attempt answering, May-Li beat me to it, " Well Floss, Robin isn't going to your school," she replied.
Which was quickly followed with a annoyed, " why?"
This time Mike answered, " well Robin is going to a school that will help her with her ballet," at this point everyone was listening; just great.
" Do you men she's going to royal ballet school?" Bailey started.
I groaned," yes, and Mike I think we need to go if I'm not to be late,"

~~~~ timey whimey skip ~~~~~

To say I was in awe of the school would be a massive understatement. It was incredible. We started with lessons until lunch and then spent the rest of the day dancing and I was in heaven. Everyone their understood what I meant when I said that the elevation on my right leg for the foutte turn wasn't high enough or I had to work on my arabesque extension. Everyone their understood me and I loved it. And I actually excelled for once at school. It isn't that I'm not smart but more that school work bores me so I don't try.
By the end of the day I was exhausted, but happy.
Until, two men slinked in from the shadows, holding knives.