Pretty on pointe

Pretty on pointe.

*****Chapter 1*****

The colorful lights flashed in my drunken and tired eyes. I stumbled through the crowd into Hayley's dining room. Kylee caught up to me, grabbing hold of my shoulder.

"Katrina your really drunk we should go home." She gestured.

"No,Im fine"

I kept swerving through the crowd, my heels clicking with the movement. My hands couldn't help resisting flipping my long ombré hair back. A boy started walking over to me, he approached with long brown hair and sparkling blue eyes.

"Um.. Hi I'm Tom"The tall figure said.

"Hi" I looked down at my small feet.

Toms lips pursed tight. He took a pen from the table sitting next to us, motioning for me to give him my arm.He wrote "Tom" followed by his phone number. The loud music pumped in my ears. Kylee grasped my small hand a pulled me through the crowd. She slammed the door

wide open and pulled me through it. She lead me to the cream colored Cadillac. I forcefully oped the passenger door and climbed in.

"Kat, if you keep going to party's your not going to get into the academy."

"Yes I am."

"Kat we have to get to the academy, curfew is In 10 minutes."

Kylee put the keys in the car and turned them softly. I heard the engine's muffled rumble. Kylee switched into reverse then into drive.

Kylee switch into park as we reached the parking space. She swept her ginger hair from her face. We ran into the building together and our heels clicked all the way up to our dormitory.We both struggled to get into our pajamas. we hopped on the the soft beds. The door slammed open, Mrs. Raine stormed in, her black heels silencing on the carpet.

"Girls, you both have been accepted into the national dance academy of America, out of the thousands of auditions only 100 get accepted."

"Oh my god Katrina, were in the NADA!"

"Kylee, this means we both have a 1 out of 500 chance of being in the internationals, and going to the International school of dance in Paris!"

"Oh my god, Oh my god, Oh my god!" Kylee screamed.

"Girls get some rest now"Mrs. Raine said sternly.

"Okay good night" I called out.

Mrs. Raine forcefully shut the door. I leaned over slowly and patted my dresser, feeling for my phone. My heart was racing with excitement. I added tom to my contacts, thinking about him as I typed each letter.

Toms Point of View.

I stared at the colorful homepage of my phone, rubbing the warm metal backing. I wanted her to text me. Suddenly the phone rang, I jumped with the loud sound, shocking me. I pressed the green button, my heart was pounding in my chest.

"H-H-ello?"

"Um, hi is this Tom?" The soft feminine voice spoke through the phone.

"Yea is this the girl from the party?" I spoke quietly.

"Yea, I'm Katrina"

"So, Katrina I happened to notice you are beautiful."

There was an awkward silence. I think I'm boring her.

"So want to go to the movies around 2" I spoke

"3? I have ballet at the National Academy until 1:30."

"Wait, you go to NADA! Me too" My lips pursed again with nervousness.

"I love my ballet boys" She said, I could almost hear the smirk in her soft voice.

"So you go to party's often?"

"Actually yes, We almost missed curfew" She said.

"Wow, we'll I should get some rest."

"Bye"Her little voice whispered.

"Bye, Beautiful."

She did a soft giggle.

I though about her long ombré hair and her small feminine hand when's wrote her number down.

I closed my eyes because they were so heavy.

Blank.

My eyes opened slowly, I shifted to look at the clock. It read 8:43. I sat up, pointeing my feet for practice. I slid from under the covers, falling on my hip onto the soft white carpet. the sun glistened in my face waking me more. I stood on my feet, stretching my arms up. I whipped my hair back using a sharp movement in my head. I pulled my black boxers down exposing the length. I tugged my white t- shirt over my head,while pulling my towel from the coat rack and wrapped it around my waist and tucked it in. my feet lingered down the hall to the boys shower room. Katrina walked in the opposite with a towel , covering most of her chest and down until her lower thighs.

"Hi beautiful" The words slipped from my mouth.

"Wow" Her soft voice spoke.

"Sorry"

"Oh no your okay."

"Uh see you at the movies at 2:30"

"And class"

I watched every gentle stride she made down the hall. She disappeared behind the door. I continued to walk down the hallway into the men's shower room. The steam overpowered my senses, causing me to jump back. My feet instinctively walked to a shower and I pulled my towel down , hanging it on the door. I whipped my hair back and twisted the knob gently. The hot water poured over my body. While exhaled dramatically, I pored soap into my hands and lathered myself in it. The bubbles of cheap soap ran down the drain. My hands cupped hands filled with water, I splashed myself in the face. My hands reached for the knob and turned it. I dried my face and feet and wrapped the towel around my waist. My wet feet made almost a squeaky sound as I walked down the hall into my bedroom. My hands forcefully slammed the door causing my roommate Sammy to wake up. I quickly pulled my towel down,pulling my tight dance belt up, I pulled my white tights over the thick material hiding the length beneath, my left hand reached for my black leotard as I pulled it up Sammy left for a shower. I put my black brand new pointe shoes in my dance bag along with my ballet shoes , tap shoes, and paws. While I looked at the studio through the window, I zipped the small duffel, put flip-flops on and i head out the door.