Madam came round early. We were rushed to breakfast, and I was scolded for still wearing my night clothes. She told me that ballerinas were full of poise and beauty, and my night clothes were 'unacceptable' at the breakfast meal. I was sorry to have messed up on my first day, so I ran back to my room to change, but I was stopped by the man in the mask. I said I was sorry, and he seemed to smile at me. It was odd. He took my hand and guided me up the stairs, showing me how the ballerinas were meant to walk. He said nothing. He shut the door behind me, and walked away. I was surprised by him. He seemed friendly enough, but scary too. I put my uniform on and raced down the stairs to finish breakfast.
The classes were difficult. There was much expected of us, and I didn't know what I was doing. Madam said they were observing us, and we would know who would stay by next week. That made us all work harder. No one wanted to leave the ballet.
I did not see Bepa today. They tell me she is in her own room with the older girls. I am missing her, and my doll. I hope I make it next week!
