Amnesty|| Luke A.U.||

Two

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Alarms always went off much too early. Not bothering to tame my french curses, I rolled over and slammed it silent. Ellie was already out of bed, probably scratching or doing other cat things. I managed to roll myself out of bed. I stumbled into my kitchen and started some coffee. After a quick shower, I poured myself that coffee and sat on my couch in just a towel and dripping wet hair. I watched some Aussie cartoons, they were far different than American and English ones. Lots of kangaroos, how sterotypical. Finally I forced myself to get ready.

After pulling on dance clothes and blow drying my hair, I was grabbing the last of my stuff to walk out.

"See you later Ellie," I called as I pulled the door shut. I jogged down the stairs and to my car. The drive to my studio was short. I was in the rehearsal room, stretching.

"Violet! Oh my god! I know you have auditions and stuff soon but can you fill in my classes today!" Ann ran in, looking panicked. "It's just my mum, she got really sick and then she fell and I-,"

"Go," I cut her off. "Do not worry about anything. As long as you need, go take care of your mom."

"Thankyouthankyou!" She yelled as she ran out. I finished my stretching. I went into her office and checked her schedules. I read through a couple of notes on some students. She was very organized and wrote down everything. I had a class in thirty minutes or so. None of her classes had any routines being taught at the moment. Just skills, I could do that without thinking twice.

The first few classes were slow. Ballet was slow at eight in the morning, whether you were doing it, performing it or teaching it, it does not matter. It was slow.

"Blonde hair! Point your toe!" I snapped at girl. She fixed it quickly, I walked up and down the barre, inspecting their technique and posture closely.

"What's your name?" I asked the redhead at the end.

She looked at me when frightened green eyes. "E-Ellie."

I smiled. "That is my cats name but go to the front. You are the only one doing it correctly."

Her eyes lit up in surprise and delight.

"Ellie, demonstrate what you just did."

She went on pointe and leaned forward, toe pointed and head high. I walk up next to her and pointed to her ribs and back.

"You see how her ribs and her back are straight? No one else had it. To make sure you remember it, go across the floor. Twenty times," I barked.

I saw them all groaned softly. Across the floor was a form of ballet punishment. I watched Ellie start walking to the line with the rest of the girls.

"Ellie what are you doing?"

"I-I-,"

"You are the only one who did it correctly, go get some water and rest."

She look surprised again but nodded and trotted off happily. The other girls were envious.

I shrugged. "Do not glare at her, just do it right next time. First line, go. Make it quick too."

As the morning dragged on, the ballet classes ended and the more expressive and fun classes started. I finished one modern class when I glanced and saw I had a private hip hop class right before lunch.

I went and got some water and went over some technique and some quick routines. I heard the bell ring signalling someones arrival. A blonde teenager came in sweatpants and a tank top.