"Hurry up, Izzy. I have a competition this weekend so I can't be late for dance!" Screams my sister Teah.
On Mondays I have the dreadful responsibility of taking her to dance.
I speed up my walking in attempt to catch up. We end up arriving at the same time as my friend Emma.
"Ok bye Teah," I call, as we approach the studio for junior class and walk with Emma to our studio.
