I flop down onto my bed.
I feel exhausted and by exhausted, I mean EXTREMELY tired.
Even my friends all say they see dark eyerings.
DARN IT I need to look pretty!
I realised that there are a ton of asians here actually. Haha problably cause asians are always best at everything. Right?! I mean...i guess that's what everyone says...
I groaned and stuff a pillow into my face. I still have one more homework to do: practice my turns.
GAWD WHY
"Autumn you look HORRIBLE" said Sally. Her Canadian accent is starting to get on my nerves though. I need to stay away from her.
"Thanks" i rolled my eyes.
Sally plopped onto my bed and looked at me curiously "so. What's up? How's dance? I don't know how it really feels to be a dance prodigy and i always want to feel what's it to be one. But...yeah Visual Artist here. You know we have to do ART THEORY? God you know how deep that is?? Btw i saw this really cute guy in my class you see any yet?"
She rambled on and on.
Oh my gosh her accent.
"Oh it feels like nothing I just feel like I'm dying and no. No cute guys"
I mumbled.
I got up and pushed Sally down the bed, leaving her to squeal in surprise.
I went to my dance bag and looked for my jazz shoes.
i kept digging for 5 minutes.
Oh god no
I just lost my jazz shoes
And the ones here cost a bomb
Shit
YOU ARE READING
The Girl. Who Danced.
Teen FictionWhat if you pressed Restart? Autumn had to. She's starting a new journey and she's leaving everything behind. Her new school is high tech too. But weird as ever.... However, drama is about to stir up. Autumn starts to have crushes, roles in films...
