Dancing is my life. I was born to dance, to be in front of millions, showing them exactly what I can do. I’ve been dancing since I was three, but obviously I wasn’t as serious about it as I am currently. I’m 18 now, venturing off to do something big. I’ve been teaching dance classes at the studio for younger kids; I really love it too. They never give up, especially this one girl, Stella, she’s 13 and boy, can she dance. She spends constant hours at the studio, I’ve even had to ask her to lock up once she’s done; she refuses to leave. I can’t pinpoint exactly why…but she does. Anyways, I guess I should introduce myself, my name is Andrea Russo and I’m preparing for my dream to come true.
I'm a teen mom, what am I going to do? My name is Aria and I'm 18 years old and pregnant, this is my story.
(This a re-write of my first story on Wattpad, I am extremely proud of the success of my first story, but I am truthfully not that proud of the flow, the constant capitalization, and overall the grammatically level. I appreciate the followers I have and the possible new readers I get. Thank you, the 13 year old me was so interesting.)