Hi, my name is Gabriella Montez.
My mother and I, were on our way to my very first bullet performance, but, by the time I was 18, I was in a car accident with my mum and I tried to wake her up.
"Mum?" I asked, trying to wake her up, but it was already too late.
And after that, I never danced again, until a boy, opened my eyes, and I, also opened his eyes, when he was alone and upset, after his father passed away. He never really wanted to talk about to anyone
Until, I felt my life crumble to pieces, after I moved in with my aunt, Louise, who took me in, after my father died.
I kept telling everyone that I was going to be okay, but really I wanted to break down and cry. Or just let it all out.
That was when I was pulled out of my thoughts by a boy calling my name.
"Hey, Gabby," he called. "Did you sign up for any dance lessons?"
"No," I Lied. "I haven't not since my parents died."
"Oh," he said. "Well, I thought you did."
