Dear Diary
I don’t get it, why won’t they let me dance? Dancing isn’t illegal, it is better than what I could be doing. And I am 24 year’s old!!! They shouldn’t be able to control my life. They may be my parents but I am an adult I can make my own decisions. The only person who actually supports my decisions is Gran, she want’s me to become a dancer because I am so good. Sigh, well guess I better get ready for the day.
I stopped writing, got up and grabbed the clothes I was going to where today. Sadly I wasn’t the one who chose the outfit, my parents had chosen it for me. I was going to be wearing a yellow dress that looked just awful(The yellow dress is the one she is wearing), and the shoes were great, how the hell does that work? I went and had a shower, stuck on my shitty ass dress and beautiful shoe’s, did my make, light so I didn’t look to bad and put up my purple hair into a messy ponytail. “There, ready for the day.” I told myself as I looked in the mirror, then walked downstairs to eat. After I finished eating my parents came in to the kitchen, I guess I was eating too much and Mommy dearest decided to lecture me about eating too much and she decide tell me that she made plans for me to go out with one of the slimmest, nasty, rudest guys here in France.
“Je ne pense pas. Je refuse de le voir, il est replusing.” I told her (I don't think so. I refuse to see him, he is replusing).
I was not dealing with this shit today. My mother narrowed her eyes at me.
“Vous ferez ce qu'on vous dit, jeune dame. Vous êtes âgé de 24 années, et ne sont pas encore mariés.” She replied (You will do as you're told, young lady. You are twenty-four years old, and are not married yet).
Well that’s just great she’s playing that card again. You know just cause I am 24 years old doesn’t mean I have to be married. I am perfectly fine being single, plus guy’s only want me for 2 reasons, 1) My body, and 2) My money. See my family is one of the richest of the rich. So there are always people trying to take our money.
“Eh bien si je dois aller à une date avec ce type visqueux, alors vous devez me laisser danse.” I said trying to negotiate with her (Well then if I have to go on a date with that slimy guy, then you have to let me dance). I should have known that negotiating with her with dancing would end in a fight, but hey it was worth a shot. My mother’s eye’s, I swear turned red with anger.
“Danse? Lorsque, au nom de Dieu, allez-vous réaliser la danse est interdite? Danser est terrible, repoussant, et tout simplement stupide. Vous n'êtes jamais à poser des questions sur cette chose stupide jamais,” She commanded (Dancing? When in god's name, are you going to realize dancing is forbidden? Dancing is terrible, repulsing, and just plain stupid. You are never to ask about that stupid thing ever again).
That’s all it took for me to become furious.
“Danser ne est pas stupide, ou répulsive, il ne est pas terrible! La danse est probablement l'un des plus beaux types d'art là-bas. Je ne comprends pas pourquoi il est interdit, et je suis malade et fatigué de vous me dire quoi faire, je suis un adulte maintenant, vous pouvez être mes parents, mais je peux décider des choses pour moi.” I argued (Dancing is not stupid, or repulsive, nor is it terrible! Dancing is probably one of the most beautiful types of art out there. I don't understand why it is forbidden, and I am sick and tired of you telling me what to do, I am an adult now, you may be my parents but I can decide things for myself).
Mom came over to me and slapped me across the face, she was about to say something but I didn’t give her the chance, I got up and ran out the door. And when I say ran, I mean ran. I ran two blocks before I stopped, and took off my shoes and continued to walk. I knew exactly where I was going.
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There's chapter 1, hope you guy's like it. This is my second story that I have ever written, so I hope it's good. I am dedicating this chapter to my Bestie/ Twin. You can also read this story on Quotev. Comment and Vote. Thanks for Reading!!
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