*Yo! This whole story takes place in the 2012/2013 era. I may end up using some songs that are not from those eras, but that certainly fit the scene / moment of the chapter.*
It was always the same dream since last month. A place with purple neon stripes, a colorful circle on the floor and lots of lights around it. It even felt like a secret place ... or something.
The loud noise of Liliana's alarm clock scares the girl, causing her to open her eyes very quickly.
- Damn, man...It always ends right in the middle.
While cleaning and putting on her intimate clothes, she kept thinking about the dream. She didn't care so much, but this one made her think a lot, even though it was always the same. But the latter, even being the same as the others, was taking Lila's head out of tune...what was that place after all?
- LILIANA! YOU'RE LOCKED FOR YOUR BALLET CLASS! QUICK, WEAR THAT CLOTHING.
Lila's mother hurried her, watching her daughter get dressed.
She made the girl dance and train ballet. Forced to do this since she was 13, now 15, she didn't like it at all. Mother's plan was simply to get a ballerina to give her a lot of money... by training Lila, she knew she would make it. Even though she had a good life and a lot of money, she wanted more and more.
- Yes, Mother ... I'll be coming down already.
It was time and time again that Lila's mother abused her tiredness. Even with purple feet the girl was forced to dance with that damn ballet dress... Unless she wants to catch up.
In the kitchen...
- Today you will get extra classes with Mrs. Alicia, you walk a lot in the cake lately. Hurry up with that damn cereal.
The faster she completed classes, the faster she would save millions.
- But Mom, my feet are starting to get sore again, I would like a rest ...
- Whoever rests never reaches perfection. -Your mother looks at the clock- 5:00 am ?! We are late! Get your bag and let's go fast.
- (Damn ... She's using me again, as usual. I wanted so badly to get rid of it. I'll run away, I can't take it anymore!)
Fact: One thing your mother hated so much was Hip Hop. If she listened to something like Soulja Boy or Ciara it went farther and faster than a train. One other thing she didn't know was that, Lila always carried a Boombox in her ballet bag, she always carried it, because it might be possible that her Mother would suspect such a strange weight. And no, she would never leave her crush ... from Hip Hop to Pop she would dance. I would never leave them behind.
In Mrs. Alicia's classes ...
- Come on, a little faster, Liliana! A ballerina must be subtle, graceful and agile!
- I can't take all this anymore, Sara!
Lila continued to make the steps with a pained feature that changed with every foot that touched the floor.
- I know how you feel Lila, but you have to hold on! You know your mother will want to kill you if she shows "laziness" ...
- Sara, my feet are starting to turn purple and… she just explores me...
- I understand ...
Sara was sad for her friend, worried, and whenever she wanted to get away, she would pull Lila with her. A simple fun, here or there.
- Sara, you might think it's crazy, but-
- Oh no .. that idea again? Lila I don't find anything safe ...
- I know it gives last time my Mother ended up detonating me, but I want freedom!
- YOU TWO! Less talk and more hard work.
TO BE CONTINUED....
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Dance Central: Freedom Dreamer
FanfictionFrom Atlanta's suburbs is born a girl with a soul made of Hip Hop: Afro in the head and moves in the heart. Sweet as Mom and Stylish as Dad, Lila is Liliana Leah Rebecca. What was obscure in your life was not your past, but your present. That girl h...
