She danced as she's never danced before.
Her eyes were miles away and her body swayed in the empty room.
The music echoed through the small room.
Filling the void of darkness in her world, in her heart.
Until she felt complete.
A strong beat hit as she jumped and twirled. Her skirt floating for a few seconds before her feet touched the floor gracefully. Her eyes close as she lets the music teleport her. As she allows the music to erase her stress, sadness, and anger she had been harboring within her.
She was dancing her emotions out.
She was dancing to forget.
She was dancing to heal the pain.
A graceful hand stretched toward the sky as if reaching for a dream as tears spilled from her eyes.
The world is music and she is dancing through it's crest, beats and lyrics as if she owned the music - owned the world.
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The bell rang out across campus, waking most of the students from their morning slumber. A girl with light brown hair closed her locker before grabbing her backpack off the floor and turning toward her classroom. The hallways were filled with young adults, teenagers, all trying to find their class. There were the seniors leaning against the lockers still messing with the freshman, giving them wrong directions to their classes. A few sophomores were posted in the middle of the hallway looking at each other's schedules - probably trying to plan for lunch. A few juniors, like her, were just walking to class. With headphones in their ears or their eyes glued to their phones. Of course there were a bunch of freshman wondering the halls having no clue where to go.
It was reminiscent to when she was a freshman: lost and lonely.
She had finally reached her classroom as the final bell rang. The tables were arranged by three people in line so just chose to sit in the middle table. Most likely the teacher was going to arrange seats later today or tomorrow. She opened her bag to find her Starbucks double shot of mocha. It was the first day, they were just going to sign paperwork and wait for the lower class-men to finish their own paperwork.
It would be around lunch time when they were released from homeroom, hopefully. She glanced around her room, she noticed a few familiar faces. She took a sip of her Starbucks as she glanced to the front of the room. A young looking man had just walked in dressed in slacks and a blue button up shirt with his blue scarf covering most of his face. She raised an eyebrow at the teacher. She had heard some rumors about him. If the rumors were true, less than a third of the whole class would pass.
Mr. Guerra was easy to get along with, late often, absent even more, but ruthless in grading. She would have to work hard to prove her worth. Mr. Guerra was still setting up his stuff as a few more students stumbled in. She didn't know any of the late students. She took another sip of her Starbucks before looking down at her schedule.
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'Damn it' he hated being late. He could already hear his brother saying that being late was not something an aspiring student does. He held his breath the entire time he was walking into the classroom looking for an open seat. He finally found one, a few seconds before the teacher looked up. He was sitting next to a brown haired chick. He grabbed his journal out of his bag as the teacher began talking about some paperwork.
It was the same shit every year. He didn't think it was ever going to change. Granted it did take him a bit longer to find his class, 'the whole building was a fucking circle! Who the hell makes a school building a fucking circle?' He didn't get noticed for being late so it didn't matter that much. A bunch of paperwork landed on his desk as he dropped his book bag on the floor behind him.
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Ballerina
RomanceA warrior who can fight with speed and accuracy should be able to dance with grace as well. This is from my fanfiction account, I edited it a little bit. Enjoy!