letters | {l.h.} (ON HOLDDDD SOZ )

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-Elle-

I spin a triple pirouette into a flying leap before curtsying and ending the routine. My teacher, Ms. Katz, applauds, wiping tears from her eyes.

"I swear, Elle, you just get better and better every time you dance for me."

"It's because I'm amazing, I know," I grin at her, sliding my feet out of my pointe shoes and into my Ugg boots.

"You coming after school?" Katz questions with an eyebrow raised. I nod.

"Yup."

"Awesome sauce, have a great day," she pats me on the head.

"You too, Katz," I say, shrugging on my hoodie before exiting the studio into the frigid winter of Stratford, Ontario.

Katz was my dance teacher. I was training to join the National Dance Company my freshman year of college. They would pay all expenses, and I'd get to dance. Every. Single. Day.

Dance is my entire life; I live it and breathe it.

Anyway. Katz happened to be my private teacher, and in the 14 years I danced with her, she became my companion as well. I dance with her every morning before school, and now that it's my senior year, almost every day after school.

I check my phone. 6:52. I have almost an hour to get ready for school. I get home fairly quickly, and jump in the shower before my brother Ethan wakes up, so I actually get some hot water. I towel dry my hair and braid it into a messy French twist. I pull on a white short with the Vans logo on the front, and ripped black skinny jeans. I tug on my Maple Leafs hoodie, and then I'm off.

"Hey, Mom," I greet her over my morning cup of coffee. Ria and I will head to OUR favorite coffee shop, The Untitled Cafe, on our way to school.

"Hey, Elle, gonna eat anything?" she asks. I shake my head.

"Nah, Ria and I are gonna hit Untitled on the way. Love you."

My mom blows me a kiss as I shove into my boots. Ria is waiting for me at the curb.

"Hello, Elle Christine," she smiles as we start walking. She is the only one who calls me by my two names.

"Hey, Ria," I say as we cross the street to enter Untitled. We order our usual (me: a hazelnut macchiato, her: a vanilla latte), and was over to the school, which just so happened to be a block away.

"It's so cold outside," she whines as we enter the school. I laugh and grab my books for English, which was our first class. Ria does the same.

"It's winter," I reply as we walk into the classroom.

"Settle down, class, we're doing a new project today!" says Mrs. Greene, clapping her hands together.

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A/N: soo? was it good? idk if I did it justice haha but tell me what you think!!!

~Zoe x