How crazy life can be at 16

Before I turned 16/ back story

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        The chaos in my life all began back in freshman year and my 9th year of ballet, when I met three "friends" at my school. Their names were Anya, Ollie, and Halley. They were amazing friends until I met my best friend, Cass, who taught me how real friends should treat each other. For example, instead of calling eachother names such as "b*tch" or "sl*t", like the others girls, nicknames such as "moose" or "drama llama" were more acceptable and uplifting. I also learned that being a constant "councilor" was NOT what a friend should be, I should have said "no" more often and stopped listening to ALL their problems much sooner. By mid year, I was stressed not only about the school and my ballet classes, but also my "leeches" who so proudly called me their friend. I was beyond drained, I needed a change. I begged my parents to let me transfer  schools or let me drop out or SOMETHING and all they told me was to cut off the leeches and ignore them. I was so afraid of what they might do to me if I cut them out of my life, "would they spread rumors making everyone hate me?! It was hard enough to find someone who would be my friend in this tiny school!!!", "Can I really do it?!",  "Cass is their friend too, would she hate me?! Would I lose my best friend who I love so much?!" so many doubts clouded my mind at night as I cried, tearing my feelings apart between doubt, fear, sadness, and anxiety. Eventually, my parents contacted a teacher who assisted me, they helped me cut off those who were giving me anxiety or doing nothing but make me feel small. It felt like a house had been lifted off my shoulders, despite seeing the girls daily glares and awful distant commentary. Thankfully, Cass respected my decision and continued to be my best friend!!! When freshman year ended the real test began.

         My 10th year of ballet had begun in the summer. I had just recovered from an over use injury in my left foot and I was itching to get back as soon as possible. I wanted to improve quickly so I could try out at local, well known companies when I would 16 in October. Everyday, I would wake up, dance, eat, sleep, repeat. My life was ballet and NOTHING could stop me... or so I thought. I had started private lessons with my favourite teacher, Mrs. María and I felt like I had never been better ,and yet, I also knew I had so much farther to go before reaching my goal. My life was going smoothly, even though I was only level 4 transitioning to level 5 out of 6 levels at a pre perfessonal studio at the late age of 15. According to a "perfect" out line, I should have ATLEAST have been level 5 completely, but they held me between levels. That might have been the only reason why I still have a slim chance as of dancing at all today.

  To be continued...