i never really told them about the ballerinas. I only told them that i imagined them poking me with there bunheads. I didn't lie- i don't and didn't want to be a ballerina.
Riley and I took ballet lessons together- against my will mind you. Riley had practically forced me into it, and let's face it- I'll do anything for that girl.
I was never one for dancing. Dancing was something i did with only one person. But that. That's a story for another time. But i kept dancing because Riley wanted me to, and i alway want her to be happy.
I wasn't very good- Grace is key for ballet, and i'm not the graceful type. But Riley was. When she leaped across the room she was like a gazelle- when i lept across the floor i was like an elephant.
When the dance recital came along she was front and centre and had a solo part. Me. I was stuck right up the back where no one could see me.
I didn't want to be a ballerina. But i was jealous i wanted to be pretty and graceful- but i couldn't so i quit.
And for some reason, i resent her for it. Maybe because i'm still jealous, maybe because it was something we were going to do together and she left me in the dust. I don't know. I wish i could get over it. I should be over it, it was like 7 years.