Pink Shoes

Chapter 2

"Honey, Stella's here!" yelled my mom from downstairs.

"Coming!" I shouted back. I grabbed my Harry Styles purse and ran downstairs.

"Hi Stella!" I said.

"Hi Mia!" she responded, "Ready for our girls day?"

Out girls day was something that Stella and I did once a month. We usually got Starbucks or got our nails done. Just something to get away from dancing. We try to be normal girls on girls day instead of dancers. It's pretty fun.

"Let's go! Bye mom!" I gave her a hug and Stella and I hopped into her moms car and she drove us to the mall.

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"Where to first?" Stella asked, "Forever 21 or Claire's?"

"That's a toughie," I thought about it. After a pause for effect I answered, "Forever 21 it is."

"Good choice,"

We skipped into the store.

"Oh!" Stella ran over to a rack immediately. She held up a short dress with daisies all over it.

"Cute! Try it on!" Unlike Stella, I could never find anything I liked at stores. by the time she had tried on 3 dresses, 5 shirts and a pair of skinny jeans I had found a sweater that I already owned.

"Well, at least it's a different print, right?" commented Stella when I showed her my find.

I shook my head.

"Oh, well let me pay and then let's go get pedicures!" she clapped her hand and skipped off to the register.

I hung the sweater back up and waited for her.

"Let's go!" she pulled me to the nearest nail salon.

"Mia, please don't tell me that your leaving me," she told me once we were settled in and having our feet rubbed.

That's right! I had almost forgotten. My audition for DAL or Dance Academy of London was next weekend in Pittsburg. I doubted I would get in. But it was worth a shot.

"Stella, you know I'm not gonna get in, right?"

"Mia, stop. You are an amazing dancer. There's no way that that school won't except you." I raised my eyebrows.

"So is Kelly even that good?" I changed the subject. Stella was in her ballet class, but since I had been on pointe longer, I was on a different level.

"Surprisingly, yes,"

"Really?" I gasped.

Kelly was a girl we went to school with. We didn't exactly like her. By exactly I mean at all. I mean, she's not an awful dancer but she brags that she's amazing when she's not, so she doesn't deserve to brag. She made the competition team as an alternate, which means she fills in for girls who can't make the competition. In fact, she's filling in for me next weekend when I'm at my audition.

"Really. She has great extensions and lines. Plus, she's not that bad of a person once you get to know her. Well, besides the bragging problem."

My jaw dropped.

"What happened to our anti-Kelly club?" I asked.

"I'm just saying she's not that bad!"

"Fine whatever you say. I'm just confused why-" I was interrupted by my own hysterical giggling. The lady rubbing my feet was using a pumice stone on the bottom of my feet. I am extremely ticklish.

Stella stared laughing, too. We never came back to the previous subject.

DING DING!

Stella checked her phone.

"My moms here! Let's roll!" we slipped on our sandals and shuffled out to the parking lot.

Hey homies!! Sorry it's bad; the next chapters are going to be a lot better.

Preview!!

•Audition

•Packing for Dance Academy

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