Hey my lovelies :) So this is a preview to my newest story "Dancing Fire" I hope you like it! If you want to see more please, please, please review and tell me! :)
I DO NOT OWN THESE CHARACTERS THEY BELONG TO SUZANNE COLLINS.
Note: Some of these words are confusing because they are dance terms, and if you are unfamiliar with them I apologize, I will use as minimum as possible :)
"One, two, three and breathe! Pull up, up, up!" my ballet instructor, Effie Trinket, squealed, racing around the room, correcting students postures here and there. My eyes shift over to the clock.
4:45
Damn. 15 more minutes.
Don't get me wrong, ballet is one of my favorite dance classes, I just like my next class better. Also because I don't have to deal with as much in my next class.
"Miss Everdeen!" Miss. Trinket squeals, "tuck your butt under yourself, and make sure your knees are over your toes! I don't know how many times I have to tell you this!" She waddles over to me and pushes my butt down and turns out my knees. I shift my eyes over to her. Her blonde hair pulled back into a tight bun, with pink highlights streaked through it. Her pale, almost pink-tinted skin to flawless.
She's a carbon copy of Barbie.
"Ladies and Gentlemen! Please migrate over to the corner of the room, we shall begin with across the floors, and Miss. Everdeen you shall begin"
Awe shit, of course she picks me to go first. I hang out by the corner and wait for the music to begin.
"5, 6, 7, 8!" Effie calls and I begin the step, tamsbè pas deus beurre, glissade, sodasha, never looking anywhere but myself in the mirror. When I'm finished with the step Miss. Trinket calls out to me, "Very good Miss. Everdeen!"
10 minutes later I'm out of class and racing to get ready for contemporary. In my haste to get to the changing room, I run right into someone, knocking both of us down and spilling the contents of my bag on to the ground, with a pathetic thump.
"Oh! Oh my god I am so sorry! I-" I am met with the most beautiful blue eyes. The boy I've run into has curly blonde hair, with the face of a Greek god. His little half smirk make my heart beat fast, and makes my throat dry.
Well damn Everdeen, way to be a sap...
I make a few strangled noises, and internally begging myself to stop speaking, or in my case, stop making noises. He smiles at me again, and chuckles. This man, oh my.
"I'm Peeta. Peeta Mellark" he smiles and holds his hand for me to shake, "I'm Katniss, it's nice to meet you Peeta. Now if you'll excuse me, I have a contemporary class to get ready for" Before he has any time to reply, I'm up and in the changing room. I take off my black, skin-tight leotard and my black leggings. I then put on my green nylon booty shorts, my lucky black sports bra, and a loose grey half shirt. I then exit the changing room, dropping off my ballet clothes into my bag and grabbing my nude colored foot paws.
"Ahh sweetheart, how good of you to finally join us" Haymitch, my drunk, but sometimes lovable contemporary teacher slurs, "Alright e'ryone before we begin, this here's Peeta. E'eryone be nice. Sweetheart, Imma pair you up with new boy for now, be nice. Any questions? No? Good. Let's get started."
Haymitch put me with the sexy new boy.
Fuck.
We're never going to get anything done.
Fuck.
And here's the first chapter! I hope y'all enjoy it! If you think I should continue this, let me know! If not, let me know! :)
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