Chapter One

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Dizzy. So very, very dizzy. I don't think I can hold on much longer. I'm scared, afraid i'm gonna fall. Pushed to my limit and she excpects more. Of course I have no choice but to listen and do as told; that's the only way.

"Faster! and don't forget to spot or you'll fall!" my dance teacher Madam Kendra yells. Too late. I fall, and fall hard. "14 foute turns? Not acceptable. To the barre and practice your technique." I curtsey and glide to the barre lightly on my toes as a ballerina should. "17 of age and only 14 foute turns..." Madam Kendra mutters under her breath.

My legs burn as I prcatice my technique. Quick rapid breaths are all I hear when I zone out, just staring at the mirror. My long golden brown hair is still tightly wrapped in a bun with a purple ribbon and my face is paler than usual from the heat of class. When will the torchure end?!

15 minutes later and another attempted 20 foute turns-note I said attempted-, and it's finally time to leave! Yes! Don't get me wrong, I love ballet alot, but I'm looking foward to escape the wrath of Madam Kendra. Like, who shoved a stick up her ass??? Cause she is way too uptight and grumpy for my taste!

I practically jolted towards the door when Madam Kendra calls my name "Erin!" Crap. Coming to a halt, I yet again glide across the room like a proper ballerina. As I curtsey she says "Your improving. But I'm afraid your still behind the rest of the class. You know why I keep pushing you harder." Quit reminding me. "That'll be all. Run along."

Instead of jolting towards the door again, I drag my feet. I know why she has to push me harder. She doesn't have to flat out tell me. It's because I don't look like your average ballerina. I'm only 5 feet and 5 inches and my legs are short. Unless my legs freakishly grow 8 inches in the next two months I'll continue to be the underdog of the class.

"Erin snap out of it and hurry up!", Blake, my brother, says to me clearly annoyed. I stick my tongue out at him and rip off my point shoes. Oh look, another blister. Yay. My feet might burn like hell and look monsterous, but it's all worth it in the longhall. My ultimate dream is to play Princess Aurora in the ballet Sleeping Beauty! I feel stars in my eyes as I ponder this seemingly unreachable dream until I catch sight of my feet and the stars fade. I wonder if Princess Aurora's feet look like this...

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That's it for chapter one!!! Comment!!! I would love some feedback-positive or negative-and Vote!!!

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