Dancing In The dark

I've never been one to talk much. You could always catch me in the back of the crowd, and hiding in the library at lunch.

Where am I going with this?

That's what you would expect any story to start with, but not mine. I'm the complete opposite.

I talk maybe a little too much, and I'm always up front, just in case Dave Franco comes out of no where. I can't miss that. I have a lovely best friend, and by lovely, I mean totally crazy and insane like me. Her name is Jacqueline. I also have another best friend. He's been there for everything, and I mean that. His name is Hunter.

I have a baby brother, who is 4 years old. He's my sunshine and the light in which I live, but he can be a big pain in the petunia. His name is Jackson, but everyone calls him Jax. Hunter and I are dancers. We've been dancing partners since we were in diapers.

Hunter and I are the captains in our dance class. We've never had any other partner but each other. That all changed though on one tragic day. More tragic than dropping your chicken nuggets on the floor. Nothing is more tragic than that, what am I saying?