Luna is one of the best ballerinas of her class, and she never stops to be on the top. One afternoon, on a winter day, her parent's car slides off the ice and collides into a tree, killing them instantly. Luna has to learn how to defend herself at a...
"Pirouette, faster, faster" The dance instructor commander fixing one of the girls posture once in a while. It always seemed to piss me all how she teaches us new stuff everyday expecting the rest to follow. Of course I understood, because I practice everyday after school. After my parents death, I decided to carry on their dream of dancing on stage in front of millions of people. Of course that's along way to go, but my mom always said, 'To want the best, is to be the best', she always had a way of words. A way of making you feel like home, but of course that'll never happen again so I try ignore the feeling to go and dig a hole and bury myself in my own regrets. I have had multiple urges to stop trying, but I will always come back, ballet is the only home I know. "Demi-pointe (half- pointe), posture Katy, we have no time and space for mistakes". She said, pointing at her back with her pointer. " Excellent job, Luna, but next time make your posture straighter so you look sharper ". She said smiling. "Class dismissed, remember, auditions for the nutcracker is next week, always expect-" she paused. "The unexpected". The class finished, picking up the dance bags, leaving, talking and giggling, like they had a normal life- unfortunately I'm never that lucky.
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I made my way towards the door, actually happy for once. I might actually get a chance to be Clara in the nutcracker. I might actually accomplish my parents dreams, my dream. Finally fate accepted me as the fuck up I am, and actually gave me hope. "Luna, May I have a word of with you". She said pulling out an envelope from her purse. "Give this to Evelyne (the caretaker), and tell her I'm sorry". She said with a weak smile, she looked like she lost something, or someone, she looks lost. But of course my imagination was just running, and I'm just worried. I took the envelope in my hand I told her a quick goodbye. Once she was a great distance away from me I ripped open the paper and read the contents. My eyes watered as I kept reading the note over and over, unable to believe the words that I was reading. 'I'm sorry Evelyne, but we cannot give Luna any more classes for half price. Other parents are starting to complain and we cannot afford any more props. I hope that she keeps on achieving- Mrs. Kassie.' I wiped the tears off of my eyes and ran the rest of the way back. I just couldn't believe it, I tried everything to behave and be the best but it's too hard. I wanna go back home with my real family, after all, I didn't do anything wrong. Once I reached the care home, I placed the letter on the desk and walked into the storage room. Basically the storage room is the biggest area in the house. Don't ask me why nobody uses it, probably because it reeks of old perfume, and dirty shoes. I placed my broken phone on the floor and started to play some music. (Intercom) "Ladies there some special people here to adopt, be down in ten". I scoffed as I began to do some moves from dance class.
I heard clapping surrounding me and I blushed in embarrassment. I must have looked like a mess up there. I grab my dance bag and make my way upstairs into my room. I was way to upset to appreciate someone for liking my dancing. All I can think about is one of my classmates playing Clara. I changed into my clothes and sat on my bed. I always wanted to do something other then dancing, maybe singing. I remember when I was fourteen I made a song dedicated to my mother, and started singing.
