Trapped

Chapter 1

"Mia! Attention! Let's start over. Five, six, seven, eight."

This is my life now. Not that I don't mind, I audtioned for Juilliard. I remember getting the letter in my mailbox. I was so happy, my dream finally came true. I would dance a whole day, 5 days a week.

I started dancing when I was 7. My mom wanted me on a sport. I tried baseball for 2 months but even as a 6 year old kid, I hated it. My dad was dissapointed though. He always wanted a kid who could play baseball, just like him when he was younger. But they got me.

I wasn't like the 'normal' girls in my school. I didn't wore make-up, dresses or chased after boys. I had this own little world in my head, with music and ballet.

At a young age I already won alot of prices and at the age of 10 I started taking modern classes. You should've seen my mothers face when I was number one of Florida. Sometimes I think she wants this more than I do.

I moved to New York this weekend. This is my first schoolday. I live in the dorms a few blocks away from Juilliard. My dad didn't agreed with this 'living on my own' thing.

He would complain about me being alone in a big city like this. I'm from Miami so I'm used to it. My dad wouldn't also stop talking about my roommate. What if she wouldn't be nice? What if she was a killer? You never know right.

I met her two days ago. Her name is Liz and she is really nice. This is her second year on Juilliard. She gave me a few tips I would need here. Like don't eat the cafeteria food. Or don't mess with the 'hip-hop boys'.

Well I didn't plan to meet boys anyway and I brought my a sandwitch today so nothing can go wrong.

I'm relieved when it's lunch. I love dancing but it's also alot of work and I get tired really fast.

I walk in the cafeteria and look around. There are people dancing, mostly hip-hop or breakdance, playing an instrument, singing or just talking.

I see Liz sitting at a table with a boy and a girl. She said I could sit with her at lunch and since I don't have anyone else to sit with, I walk towards her.

"Het Mia! Sit down, how is your first schoolday?" I smile and sit next to a blond haired guy. He plays the guitar softly.

"It's good, I like it here." I look around the table. Next to Liz sits a girl with curly black hair.

"Oh yeah sorry. Liz this is Niall. He sings and plays the guitar. And this is Yasmine, she is a dancer just like you and me." I say hi and begin to eat my sandwitch.

They talk about teachers and the lessons they had today. I don't say anything. I have no idea what they're talking about and I've always lived on the background. I love to listen to people.

It's weird. In high school it never felt like I fit in. People would make fun of me because I dance. They would tell me I suck and that I never could make it. But here I am. Sitting in the cafeteria of Juilliard.

But it's different here. Everybody has the same passion and the same dream. I fit in here and it feels great.

The bell rings and I say goodbye to everyone. I have a few hours of modern practice now. I walk to the dressing room. I'm late so I hurry and get dressed.

When I walk to the class I hear voices in the boys dressing room. I stop walking and listen to them.

"You're still wearing your pyama's, little girl." I hear a voice say and the others laugh.

I open the door. A boy, who I recognize from the first class, is standing against the wall and 4 boys are standing in front of him.

"Ballet is for girls and you're a boy what is wrong with you?" One of the boys steps closer to Brandon, I think his name was. Brandon looks scared to me.

"Hey get away from him!" Before I know it I stand infront of the boys. I know what it feels like to get bullied so I had to do something.

"Awh, look his ballet girlfriend is standing up for him. How cute." The boy is wearing a snapback and a white shirt. He has alot of tattoo's. I roll my eyes.

"Yeah, no he isn't my boyfriend. Leave him alone and mind your own business." I smile and want to walk away but the boy grabs my arm. Brandon walks away fast. I don't blame him, I would do the same.

"Do you even know who you're talking to?" I look arrogant to him. Am I suppose to know him?

"Excuse me, who are you again?" I hear one of the other boys laughing behind the snapback boy. I try not to laugh. It only makes it worse.

"Liam Payne." He says and I raise my eyesbrows.

"I have no idea who you are. Guess you aren't as populair you thought you were." He steps closer to me and my back hits the wall.

"You'll get to know me better, trust me." Liam winks and I sniff.

"No thanks, not interested." I walk away and this time he lets me walk away.

I blow out my breath I didn't know I was holding. I've never said anything like that and I still can't believe I actually did that.

Brandon stands against the wall and when he sees me he walks up to me.

"Eh thankyou for standing up for me. I could never do that and if you weren't there I think I would end up in the toilet." He laughs and I join him.

"It's fine, didn't expect that either to be honest. Let's go to class, we are already pretty late." He nods and opens the door.

Everybody is dancing and the teacher walks to us, asking why we're so late.

"I eh, I got sick. So Brandon got me some medicines and I'm feeling alot better now." I fake a smile.

"Well I'm glad you are feeling better but don't be late again." Brandon and I nod.

"Okay class, in positions! Let's do it again. Five, six, seven, eight."

The music starts playing and I close my eyes. I focus on the music and start dancing. My body knows exactly what it has to do. Dancing is alot more than just moving.

Dance is a conversation between body and soul.

A/N Hii guys

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