The Letter

Chapter 1

Class finally ended. I pushed through the hard oak brown doors that lead to the women's locker room. Many of the girls that were In the room were already dressing out of their outfits into their casual wear. The room smelt distinctly of flowery and fruity perfume and hairspray. Over the years It was a common thing to smell and, I've gotten used to it, but when I first started, the smell was too intoxicating and it would give me headaches and make me dizzy. I sometimes get that feeling but it's not as worse as it was before. I open up my creme white locker with a loud creak. I've always dressed and undressed by myself without conversation. I've always been the most silent one of all my now and previous dancers that I've danced with throughout my years. All of the girls were avid talkers and mostly were scolded by our head of dance teacher, who was also our head administrative of the academy. I Have never been scolded by her before and I pray that I would never, because she is one person in this academy that you don't want to mess with. I seem to have found myself on her good side somehow? I never spoke that much to her nor have I consulted her. I still don't understand how she fancies me so much, but it will never know. I suppose it will always be a secret that I will never uncover or understand. The rest of the girls filed out leaving me by myself to finish up dressing and to lock up the locker room for the night. I heard the door open and close. I just ignored it and thought it was one of my classmates forgetting her phone in her locker. At that moment I felt a hand on my shoulder. I immediately spun around and slipped on my slipper right into my locker.

" Oh dear! I'm so sorry-"

"No, it's fine! You just spooked me," I spoke with a nervous laugh. I looked straight up to find it was the head of administration, Mrs. Aristo. Mrs. Aristo has been teaching and be the head of the academy for over 60 years, quite impressive I say so myself. She's a woman of manner and etiquette. She's a humble and well-dressed woman with years of experience in the art of dance, A good role model and figure to look up to.

" Maybe I should have spoken to you before scaring you. I'm dearly sorry, Kyli."

"Oh, It's perfectly fine, Mrs. Aristo. I was just finishing up; I can get out of the locker room if you need me out," I spoke a nervous tone.

"No, no, you are fine. I just came to talk to you about something rather important. I found this while going through my paperwork and my mail," Mrs. Aristo held out a sheet of paper with fine handwriting. I took the paper with shaking hands. The first thought that came to mind was: was I getting suspended?

"I felt that you would like to read and process the letter. I think you would enjoy it". I sat down on the bench lining the lockers and shook reading the letter.

Dear Kyli,

It has come to our attention that your performance in your current dance academy has been expressed by your administrator that you are performing better than your peers and It has to lead to her to contact-

I couldn't read anymore. I couldn't understand.

"I don't understand..," I stammered

"I knew you would say that. I have entered you to a new school. I find that you are too advanced for this schooling, and I feel that you should be placed in a more advanced school. That's why I wrote a letter of recommendation for your application."

"But, this must be a mistake, I-I think they have the wrong Kyli. I-Is this real? Like a full-blown real acceptance letter to the best dance school, the world could offer?" I spoke shaking in place. I could feel my hands sweating making the pure white letter buckle under my hands.

" I suppose so, yes. I have taken a liking to your knowledge and your dedication to this school, May that I add in that you have been to this academy for 13 years?"