Forget||Chloe Lukasiak

three

I wake up groggily, my head immediately throbbing. My alarm clock reads 4:27am, great...
The realisation that I probably won't be able to fall back to sleep kicks in and I decide to get myself up. I stumble around the dorm, trying my hardest not to wake my roommate, Megan. I grab my dance bag and rush out of the door, before I can give it a second thought.
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Thankfully, Miss Isabella left the ballet studio unlocked last night. I dump my duffel bag on the floor, and start to tie up my pointe shoes.
Dance always seems to help clear my head, and right now, I need all the extra ballet practice I can get. The audition for 'Swan Lake' seems to be slowly creeping up on me and I'm still not prepared. I wriggle into my leotard and ballet tights, pin my hair back into a ballet bun, and begin.
The soft, mellow music escapes my phone and fills the large spaces in the studio. I feel almost at one with the music, dancing like I've never danced before. I've finally lost the empty feeling inside of me, that I'd felt for the last few weeks. I am free again. I begin my À la second turn sequence, nailing each spin. Dance is my own way of getting lost...
"Very nice Lukasiak," the sarcastic comment snaps me out of my daydream, and drags me back down to reality. I had been to wrapped up in my dancing that I hadn't realised someone had entered the studio and had been watching me for the last few minutes. I'm pretty sure I recognise that voice... I know that voice.
Maddie.
Why is she even here? It's five o'clock in the morning for gods sake...
I have been trying my best to avoid her in the last week that she had been at the school. Taking long routes in the corridors, hiding at the back of the ballet class... But finally I have to face her.
"Thanks..." I mutter under my breath and begin to pack up my things.
"I know you've been trying to ignore me..." She grumbles, catching my eye in the mirror.
Oh shit... She caught me.
"I haven't been ignoring you," I bluff "there was just nothing I needed to say to you..." She mumbles something I can't quite hear, most likely some snobby remark. I recognise her dance bag as the same one she had when we were kids, white with a red ALDC logo printed on the side. Grabbing my duffel bag, I head swiftly for the door. "Oh and Chloe..." I stop in my tracks, "if you think you have any chance of getting the lead role in 'Swan Lake' then you're wrong. That part already has my name on it. So I'd better watch out if I were you," she snaps with a smirk.
I realise, at that moment, that Maddie hasn't actually changed at all. She's the same little girl that I grew up with. The same little girl that made me believe that I wasn't good enough to dance beside her when I was only nine years old. The same little girl who's comments forced me to suffer from mild depression and stress when I was barely even a teenager. The same little girl who got whatever she wanted, who always got first place. The same bratty, snobby, spoilt little girl.

Her comments hit me like a bullet, sharp and unbearably painful. I leave the studio and don't look back, desperate to prove her wrong.
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hey guys! Sorry, this is super rushed whoops :/
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Ps: the story is purely fictional. I wrote Maddie as a brat just to create drama, I know she is obviously not like that irl.