Ballerina Shoes

One

( MEDIOCRE )

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Life was normal for Evangeline. She lived a normal life, as a normal teen, doing normal things. And she loved it that way.

The story starts out with Evangeline going to dance, as usual, on a bright Tuesday morning.

"Have a good time Angie! Remember to remind your teacher that if you struggle, you just got your pointe shoes!"

"Mum, I won't struggle. When have I ever struggled? To tell her I might would be rubbish."

"And also don't get cocky. That's rubbish as well," her mother replied.

"I won't get cocky," Angie said, pulling her bag and turning towards the studio. "See you later."

Angie entered the studio, immediately looking for the golden hair of her friend, Vic. Finally, she found her, her hair tied up into a high ponytail. She was warming up her feet in her pointe shoes, going up in relevé in first position. Angie went to her side and joined her.

"Hey, Angie," Victoire said, turning her head to face her. She looked down at Angie's shoes. "New pointe shoes?"

"Thankfully, yes. I can now actually fit my feet in these shoes."

Victoire laughed, turning her head to face the barre and changing to second position. "I don't get new ones. Apparently they're expensive or something, and when I only got them six months ago and they still fit and aren't broken in, it's not practical."

Angie simply rolled her eyes. "Vic, you're a drama queen. And I thought that you said you understood from your grandparents struggles before retirement?"

"I do," she replied, going on demi pointe and taking small steps to force her shoes to bend. "I just like being a pain for my parents."

Angie laughed, and didn't bother trying to go into demi pointe in new shoes, instead, she began doing écheppés.

"That's cheating!" Vic cried when she saw Angie skip demi pointe.

"Not in new pointe shoes it's not," Angie smirked.

"Since when has warming up been a race?"

Angie turned and saw Ms. Taylor, the instructor, smiling behind them.

Ms. Taylor was young, but had great success in running her own studio. She was tall and had brown hair, which was generally pulled tight into a bun. During fall classes, she always wore a leotard and tights, generic ballet uniform, but during the summer she wore leggings and tank tops in an attempt to battle the heat.

"Hey, at least we don't complain about barre as much as other girls," Victoire said. Ms. Taylor shook her head.

"I suppose I can't argue with a good point, can I, Miss Weasley? Continue." And she turned away.

The two girls laughed and finished their warm up as the rest of the small class filed in and began their warm ups. It was routine for Vic and Angie to begin their warm ups well before the rest of the class, giving them time to practice piqués and bourrées across the floor.