Trouble

|Chapter One| Daffodil

[Daffodil] : rebirth, new beginnings, inspiration, memory
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Mia 17, Connor 19

I've always been a dreamer, and I got burnt because of it millions of times before...However, life never left me in ashes.  

It reminds me a lot of my ballet performances: a sequence of twirling, falling down, standing up on my feet, and trying again... and again, and again.

My feet would bleed, my mascles would give in, but yet there I was, dancing in my room with a huge smile until I'd feel complete again.

Ballet for me has never been about being perfect, it's always been a way of meditation, a release, a way to clear my head and think. It's always been my kind of art, my joy, and my escape. I wasn't dancing because I had to, I was dancing because I wanted to, because I couldn't not dance. 

Maybe that's why I didn't bat an eyelid when I finally quit my ballet classes at the age of fourteen. The thing is however thin I'd be, however much I'd try, my trainer was just never happy with me, and I was never into becoming a professional ballerina anyway, so the decision came to me naturally.

Well, of course, I could have handled it more professionally than staring at my trainer with a blank face and telling her to "go eat dirt".

Anyway, I hated those classes, but I LOVED closing my eyes, standing on my toes, and improvising, I loved not following the rules as I danced to my favorite songs. As I danced for him.

I loved loving ballet and hated to think about hating it, if that makes sense. And I'd definitely hate it if I didn't quit those freaking classes back then.

It made me love ballet more since then I was free to dance however I wanted to - in the rain, in front of my mirror, with my eyes closed, to my fairytale or R&B songs.

It was just my ballet and me, without responsibilities, commitment, and any care in the world.

However, it didn't last very long. 

"Hey," I hear my boyfriend Jack whisper in my ear, making me jump out of my skin, right back into reality.

I blink confused, as he throws an arm over my shoulder, before planting a kiss on my cheek.

"What are you staring at?" He asks before I can block the poster from him, though I try. I sneak out of his hold, and face him, shielding it with my body.

"There's going to be a ballet competition next month?" He asks, picking behind my shoulder. "Whoever still goes to those? Although, I'd give big money to see you in a tutu dress. " He adds chuckling.

I roll my eyes at him, not amused at all. Of course, Jack doesn't know I dance, but even if he doesn't, he's being a total jackass right now.

I mean it's ballet! It's art! It never gets old, it's a masterpiece.