'CHARLOTTE,' shouted Ms. Marshells 'YOU'RE LATE.. AGAIN!'
'Yes... I'm sorry,' I said in a sad tone
'If Bella didn't have that crisis. I WOULDN'T BE LATE! And ughhh, it's CHARLIE not Charlotte...' I thought in my head, not noticing the smirk on my face
'GET TO THE BARE, NO MORE ATTIDUTE. OR IT'LL RESULT IN A PHONE CALL HOME!' Yelled Ms. Marshells
As I was sitting on the floor, tying my pointe shoes, I saw a shadowy figure standing over me, I look up, and to my surprise. It's Chicago Marshells, Ms. Marshells daughter, also known as the 'Angel Of The Dance School' or 'Miracle Of The Studio'
She ALWAYS gets the best roles in dances, but yeah, she came over to me, with her brown hair with blonde highlights in a tight bun with a braid on the side! Like, who needs to be THAT fancy. In my opinion, fashion is the worst, I hate girly things. Sadly I get forced to do these lessons. Apparently it's for my 'Own good'. I'm 16, I can have my own life!
'Well look who it is...' Chicago said, paying all attention to her 'perfect' reflection in the mirror
'I don't even care about what you say, Chicago. Go on, hit me with your best pick-up line'
'You're life is soo sad!' hissed Chicago
'Yeah! Cuz you're in it, isn't it OBVIOUS?!' Replying in a mocking voice
'Wow! Feisty, well. We'll see how you hold up in the competions next week!' Laughed Chicago, as she walked away
'Compet-' Getting cut off by Ms. Marshells telling everyone to get in 1st position
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En Pointe!
Teen FictionHey! I'm Charlotte, but you can call me Charlie. I hate the name Charlotte, it's so... Girly... Anyways, welcome to my life! I'm a dancer at the Milliston Dance School and me and my best friend, Bella. Train everyday, 7 hours a day. Well, yeah! Welc...
