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""Ever since I was a young child I was interested in the art of dance, but not any dance like Jazz, Hip hop, or ballroom dancing, I was interested in the art Ballet dancing.  I remember begging my parents to take me to classes and buy the pinkest and fluffiest of tutus and outfits so I could dance around my house all day long. Finally, which I now call the most exciting day of my life, is when my parents finally enrolled me into a dance academy at the age of 5. Ever since then I've been there, for years 13 years to be exact. I've Never lost the love for Ballet and I hoped to go to school for it. Finally, The greatest day of my life came, but I never knew It would be tougher than I ever thought. I had to make a huge decision that would change my life forever, through me and my friends.""All Rights Reserved

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Neon Afterlife by kramerra

"You're this gorgeous, ballet-dancer-poet who knows the bartender at the sexy underground club where you take this girl you just rescued from a slimeball at the bus station." She stunned herself with this revelation as she paced back and forth. "This can't be real. You can't be real. Are you secretly a prince too? Or maybe just a wealthy CEO of a big corporation?" "Did you say gorgeous?" he smirked. His charm was so disarming, but she couldn't let him in. She had too much to lose, too much to do. She couldn't let a boy get in the way of her promise to her mother. She mashed her palms into her eyes then looked at him to confirm he wasn't a mirage. He was still there. "Either you're a bad cliché or too good to be true. Neither one is what I need right now." She backed off further, "I've gotta go." He stepped towards her and she retreated more. "Don't," she said as turmoil swirled in her mind. "Clichés aren't all bad," he pleaded. NEON AFTERLIFE Alex's mother died when she was 15 and her father checked-out, turning to drugs and alcohol, so the day Alex turns 18 she leaves home. She wants to follow in her mother's footsteps as a dancer in the Miami City Ballet. She expects to have to work hard to achieve her dreams, but she doesn't expect her dreams to change. That's what happens when she's refused admission to the Miami City Ballet Academy and meets Jason, a dancer at the academy and aspiring poet. He helps her find her way in a new city and a way to get in front of the decision makers at the Academy, until a life changing injury causes Alex to re-think her future and her relationships. Can she hold on to love when everything she knows about herself is changed? How can she become a professional dancer when she's in a wheelchair and the doctors say she'll never dance again?

The Stars Choose Our Lovers by cjacks1124

I was 5 years old when I met Mia. I knew I loved her from the day I met her. We did everything together, and we were inseparable. People judged us. All eyes were on us because she is black and I am white. We didn't mind because we were each other's light during the darkness of their stares. I never understood why it is so easy for people to hate, as opposed to love. Kindness is contagious, and we all should pass it along. I fell in love with Mia. Her flaws were perfect in my eyes, and I knew she would always be my Mia. I love her just as much as the bees love honey. I love her so much to the point her love is the only unconditional love I ever knew. Sad, but dreadfully true, when I look in Mia's eyes, I wonder, does she feel the same way about me. Am I her light? Does she accept my flaws, and are they perfect in her eyes? Am I the sun to her desert? Am I her rainbow after a rainy day? I hope she loves me just as much as I love her. My biggest concern is-after all the years we've been best friends, will our parents accept us? I'm scared. I'm afraid that if I tell Mia how I feel, I will lose everything we have built. I keep asking myself, should I express my feelings, or should I keep them to myself? I deserve to be loved, right? I will never know unless I take a chance. Will I have the courage, or will I let my true love slip away? I've always believed that the stars choose our lovers. I wonder did the stars choose Mia for me?

My Life In Pictures (Blog) by ARedHeadGirl

Hey everybody ! I'm Maeva I'm a Ballet dancer fond of Nature 🩰🍁 Who's also always juggling dance, school, and the chaos of being, well, a teenager! This blog is my little corner of the internet where I'll share the highs, the lows, and everything in between. From my ballet life to my latest photography obsessions, expect a lot of teen drama, awkward moments, and plenty of pictures. Grab a cuppa, because we're about to dive into the rollercoaster that is my teen years ! Don't forget to give your feedback in the comment section ! ⚠️ The book is marked as mature because it has got some cursing /swear words, implicit stuff... not that much but better safe than sorry, eh ? If you're ok with it, go ahead ! Enjoy ! 💫

Love with strings detached by M_scorpioxx

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Band Aids by rainy_daysx3

Band aids were always a must have when we were kids. Whether it was the time you tripped while skipping rope, or fell off the monkey bars, or got into one of those fights with the local bully, "No, that won't do" "What are you talking about, it sounds great so far! It's a lot better than what I can do." "This college essay has absolutely no direction". "Well, why are you telling me to come read it so far? Can't you just ask Josh- I mean, he's smart-" He shot up from his desk. "You know I can't do that!" "Oh yeah. Right, sorry. Look, why don't you ask him out already". Noah blushed furiously. I can't do that. What if he's not... you know... into guys? A-and we're already good friends, I don't want to risk our friendship over this. I saw what he meant. He stopped writing and looked up at me. I asked him, "Would you spend the rest of your life with him?" He sighed and put his hand over his heart. "Of course I would. He means everything to me". "Well, I know you'll take good care of him. Just try to ask him out to the dance. He paused, and smiled. "You know what, maybe I will. Thanks Sadie". "No problemo,'' I grinned. As I turned to leave, he stopped me. "And who might you ask out to the dance?" --- Sadie Hawkins is your average tomboy soccer girl. Her best friend Noah is a good student and a bit of a nerd. As the day of the school dance draws nearer, they are more pressured to ask out the people they like. But what happens if the people they like happen to be their closest friends? Updates every Monday!

When Worlds Collide (OC x Reader ) by catkingdomrise

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Neon Afterlife

"You're this gorgeous, ballet-dancer-poet who knows the bartender at the sexy underground club where you take this girl you just rescued from a slimeball at the bus station." She stunned herself with this revelation as she paced back and forth. "This can't be real. You can't be real. Are you secretly a prince too? Or maybe just a wealthy CEO of a big corporation?" "Did you say gorgeous?" he smirked. His charm was so disarming, but she couldn't let him in. She had too much to lose, too much to do. She couldn't let a boy get in the way of her promise to her mother. She mashed her palms into her eyes then looked at him to confirm he wasn't a mirage. He was still there. "Either you're a bad cliché or too good to be true. Neither one is what I need right now." She backed off further, "I've gotta go." He stepped towards her and she retreated more. "Don't," she said as turmoil swirled in her mind. "Clichés aren't all bad," he pleaded. NEON AFTERLIFE Alex's mother died when she was 15 and her father checked-out, turning to drugs and alcohol, so the day Alex turns 18 she leaves home. She wants to follow in her mother's footsteps as a dancer in the Miami City Ballet. She expects to have to work hard to achieve her dreams, but she doesn't expect her dreams to change. That's what happens when she's refused admission to the Miami City Ballet Academy and meets Jason, a dancer at the academy and aspiring poet. He helps her find her way in a new city and a way to get in front of the decision makers at the Academy, until a life changing injury causes Alex to re-think her future and her relationships. Can she hold on to love when everything she knows about herself is changed? How can she become a professional dancer when she's in a wheelchair and the doctors say she'll never dance again?