A/N: Hey guys! :) So, this is my first story on Wattpad... first time really "publishing". So yeah, I will try to keep you guys updated as much as possible, but don't rip my head off if I take a little longer on some chapters. I make changes a lot when I write to try and make the story better. So, let me know what you think in da comments. Now, ON WITH CHAPTER ONE!!!! :) Enjoy guys! - Jess
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Kimber… what a name right? It was my mum’s idea… Personally, if I were able to talk when my parents named me, I would’ve shouted, “YOU REALLY THINK KIMBER IS A GOOD IDEA?!”. But whatever… who cares? I have grown to like it, just like my parents have grown to like the fact that I want to be a serious street dancer someday. Yeah, I said STREET dancer. I’m not talking about any of that ballroom stuff where the girls have to wear dresses that you can barely walk in, let alone dance in them. And the boys all gel their hair back, trying to look sophisticated… To me that is just pathetic. I like being able to move as I please, not have to do a Fox Trot where you just bounce from foot to foot. I like making up my own moves, coming up with routines and practicing them until my legs give out. I perfect everything. Unfortunately, I can’t perfect my life…
I’m fifteen years old, hair a dark brown, almost black, with some blue and purple highlights here and there, deep green eyes, pretty looking face. Hey, I won’t deny it, I do think I am beautiful, but I don’t gloat about it or anything like that. But I know some people who do, and I hate those people. They think they are all that and a bag of chips... like nothing and no one can beat them in anything. Psh, I beg to differ. It's quite simple really, they just aren't worth my time, so why bother associating with them? They talk shit about other people anyway just to make themselves feel better for a fraction of a second. That's how it is at my dance academy. Hell, I was lucky that I even got an audition but who cares? My crew practices every day after classes, and we just got into some competition. Oh wait, I can't go! Because I'm starting that magic school tomorrow, which means I have to leave the Academy. Thank God I won't have to leave my crew. That would be the death of me, it really would.
My last day at the Academy.... I couldn't fathom it. This place was my home, my sanctuary. It was everything to me. My friend Moose helped me empty my locker that was at the far side of the hallway. Moose has to be one of the best dancers I know, his freestyle is just amazing. It sucks that he is in the Lighting Department though. I have always mentioned to him that he should switch over to the Dance Department. His excuse? He can't do choreography... or so he says. But he can follow the routines well, and he memorizes them quicker than anyone in the crew. Good thing for him. I put him in charge of the crew until I came back.
"Hey, don't feel bad Kimber. I can handle it. I'll send you videos of our practices if you want. Not a problem." He chirped, always the optimist. I smiled as I hauled my backpack over the seat at our usual lunch table.
"Nah, don't worry about it. I'm not that kind of person who has to know every documentation of what's going on in the crew. Plus computers, phones, and all that electronic stuff isn't worth shit at Hogwarts. Apparently it goes haywire or something." I said, moving my hands around when haywire came out of my mouth. This was total bullshit. Moose rambled on and on about his plans for our routine and the music. God I would miss this.
"Hey Mum." I shouted, throwing my backpack onto the floor of my very pristine kitchen. Wooden floors, modern style appliances, you know, the kind of kitchen you would find in the department stores that looks so perfect that you wish you had it. My ENTIRE house was like that. Coming form a family of Pureblood wizards, my parents think we have to have the best of everything. Hence why I go to the Academy. I never really thought of myself as ever being like my parents, always wanting the best. Sure I don't want crappy stuff, but I don't want to look like a spoiled brat either, which I'm not, and I don't plan to be.
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