“POINT YOUR FEET!” Mrs. Tina’s loud voice echoes the huge studio and everyone jumps at her booming voice. We are leaving for the World tour next week and everyone at the school has been preoccupied. We’ve all been slacking on assignments, skipping classes, and arguing with teachers all in anticipation for the tour. Everyone’s so excited for the European part of the tour, but they’ve been forgetting about the American tour that follows.
After class, my feet are bloody and I have about five blisters on each of my toes, but that’s not the worst. On my big toe I have a huge water blister about the size of a quarter. It’s beginning to develop a callus over it and let me just say…It hurts like hell. Every day my feet scream in agonizing pain and today is no different. I don’t even want to think about what my feet will be like on the tour. We’ll be dancing every day and only getting hour breaks. I cringe just thinking about it.
I stumble all the way to my dorm room dreaming of taking a hot shower. When I finally get there, I find Natalie…in the shower…with a boy…big surprise.
“Great.” I say loud enough for Natalie and her “guest” to hear. My whole body aches and all I want to do is take a nice hot shower. Is that too much to ask for? I flop down on my bed giving my tired body a rest. I wait there for at least fifteen minutes waiting for Natalie to get out of the showers, but she never does. I start to get irritated at the sound of running water and without thinking, storm into the bathroom door.
“Okay, guys that’s enough!” I scream trying not to choke on the steam.
“Get out.” Natalie mumbles, obviously preoccupied with something else. Without saying anything I storm out of the room and slam the door. Just as I’m about to kick all of her things over a brilliant idea pops into my head. I slip on sandals, grab my phone, and head down to the electricity room. In the building, there is a huge electricity room containing generators, air conditioners, and of course access to all of the water heaters. I maneuver through the maze of electrical equipment until I find the water heater labeled “Dorm Room 136”
I quickly flip the switch off of the water heater and lick my lips in anticipation. Just moments later Natalie’s high-pitched brutal scream fills the whole building.
“GOD DAMMIT KAYLA!”
“Bingo!” I giggle to myself all alone in the electricity room, my new favorite room.
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We are leaving for the European part of the tour tomorrow and it’s all anyone can talk about around here. Anxious girls line the hallways whispering about hot French boys that they hope to meet and the boys are no different. They all hope to meet some amazing rich French girl who can pay for all of their expenses. Elle and I have been in my dorm packing for about three hours. We can’t seem to pack enough or even pack the right things.
“Should I bring a swim suit?” Elle asks holding the bathing suit on the tip of her finger.
“I don’t know. Aren’t the seasons reversed there or something?”
“So it’s winter there?” she crinkles her nose
“Uhh, I don’t know.”
“Well, someone has to know.” She says putting her hands on her hips
“Well, that someone is not me.” I snap becoming annoyed.
YOU ARE READING
Breaking Pointe
RomansaKayla is a 15 year old girl with blonde hair and sparkling hazel eyes. She had everything, good grades, awesome friends, and even a boyfriend, but she threw it all away to become a professional dancer at American Ballet Theatre. Her whole life is no...
