Their Little Secret

Hi guys, so this is the first time I've written a Fan Fiction and I know the begining is slow but just wait it picks up:] I hope you enjoy and please only leave positive helpful comments:] thank you hope you enjoy

Chapter 1:

I stand here hands clammy, heart racing. I’m slowly killing myself with “what ifs”. I look straight down at elegant, white envelope lying on the granite counter top. My name, address, and zip code is written in intimidating cursive letters placed in the center of the envelope. The return address is placed in the left corner. In crisp, clean hand writing the first line reads: “Europe’s Dance Academy”.

 I stare at it for what seems like hours before I finally pick it up and tear it open. I delicately unfold the off white paper and read the formal letter.

                Dear Elizabeth Blackwood,

                We are sad to say that you have not been accepted into Europe’s Dance Academy. We are very glad that you decided to strive for us but unfortunately it did not work out. You have talent in your dancing but your education is poor. We can see you have passion in your dance and you are willing to do anything to become better, to become the best. You pour all your passion, love, talent, feelings, heart, and soul into your dance creating something unique, beautiful, and worth watching. Sadly because you have poor education and a background of ditching we cannot accept a student like that into our school. Good luck with your future adventures and we hope that you continue to dance like you did in your try out.

                                                                                                Sincerely,

                                                                                                Europe’s Dance Academy

 I feel a spark of anger rush through me, burning like a flame. Who the hell do they think they are? I get the education part but to hold me on my past and pretty much call me filth to their school is pathetic! Screw the dance academy! It was too uptight anyway.

 Tearing the letter into pieces I toss it in the garbage. I then stomp up stairs not caring if anyone’s home. Running into my room I quickly strip off my sweats. I change into black skinny jeans, and converse. I pull over my favorite blouse. It’s a loose, white v-neck that has a plain elegant look to it. It’s also cut a little short to show off a sliver of skin on my stomach and back.   

Taking the time to rummage through my small amount of clothes I grab my white leather jacket. I flip my brown hair to give it a messy, sexy look to it. I apply a light coat of mascara to make my hazel eyes pop. I slide a soft pink lip gloss across my lips before I rub them together and make a popping noise with my lips. I stand in front of the mirror and make a big sigh before I grab my keys from my dresser and head out.

I plop my butt on the car seat, and start the car. I double check to make sure my purse is in the car before furiously driving out of the drive way. I drive around until I see the first restaurant. I park the car, grab my purse, and slam the door shut. I control my temper before I pushed open the door to T.G.I Fridays. I walked straight to the bar, hoping some beer will get my mind off of things.

Tossing my small purse onto the counter I sit in the first available stool and burry my head in my hands. Disappointment fills my head. I take a couple deep breaths before I hear an obnoxious, high pitched girl groan. I turn around and to my surprise she’s standing right behind me giving me a deathly stare.