Pleasestopidontwannadothis cerita

Hey, it's your favorite Curly Fry. ME! So, my friend, a totally licensed therapist (definitely real credentials, trust us), and I both go to a ballet class. I've been doing ballet for 9 years, and she joined about 3 years ago. Our ballet teacher (who we will be calling Miss Nina Nevergoodenoughova) is Russian and has an absolutely ridiculous amount of lore. Because of this, we decided to write a fanfic/journal thing together. I'll write a chapter, she'll write a chapter, and we'll see where the chaos takes us. This story is dedicated to: Our rapidly declining knee cartilage Our unresolved ballet-related trauma The fact that we (12-year-old girls) somehow became therapists The fact that we are absolutely not qualified to deal with whatever Miss Nevergoodenoughova has going on Any resemblance to real events is unfortunately probably true. Enjoy the trauma. P.S. The cover is a picture of her. Yes, it's a filter. DEAL WITH IT.