I've always wanted to be a dancer . From 3 I've watched ballet shows non-stop .I've always gotten in trouble in class : I never stop fiddling . Although I love dance ,whenever my parents ask me when I want to start I always say no . I used to dance ballet when I was 6 but quickly stopped after one week . I'll never forget that day .The memories all flood back .....
I am in ballet class awkwardly standing in the corner whilst the other girls talk and play around the room . My palms are sweaty and my eyes flooding with tears . I just want to go home .
Madame Cusin told us we can go home yet I stand still . I want to move - but I can't . Calmly I look around but everything seems to be darkening . I blink . And blink . And blink . But the darkness won't go away . I feel my veins popping and my temperature rising . I can feel this new rage of anger that was never there before .
The walls are black . The floors are black . The ceilings are black . Everything is dark and empty ....... Just like me . I close my eyes ( not that it makes a difference ) and open them . And I see it . Clearly .
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The studio
Mystery / ThrillerYou should always do what you love right ? Well Izzy wanted to do what she loved but something was stopping her ....something that even fear is scared of .Will she ever be able to overcome this hinderance ?
