The music pumped through the empty halls of the dance studio. The source being a stereo standing alone alone in the room save for one girl. Her feet moved fluidly across the hard wood floors of the studio, the mirrors casting her reflection all around the room. Her spinning did little to jostle the tight bun on her head. As the music slowed so did the petite dancer's movement. Her breathing was fast and labored as she stopped with the music and swept into a bow, coming off of her toes.
Ballet always made Emily feel feel free. She had started taking classes when she was six, when her mamaw had signed her up, and had been dancing ever since. Ballet had been her escape from her hellish home life,still is. If her mamaw hadn't been around to take her away, she would probably still be living in that hell hole she called home for so many years. But that was all in the past and as Emily came out of her bow and paused to catch her breath, she reminded herself that the man she had called her father so many years ago, couldn't get to her now, and she needed to stop thinking about it.
Emily walked over to the stereo and hit the off button as the CD started playing the next song. Her breathing still coming fast and strong she took a seat on the bench the stereo sat on and took and long drink from her water bottle. She released her hair from it's tight bun and her dark curls cascaded down her back. She should be used to it by now, but the buns she wore when she danced gave the most massive of headaches. She had been here for over three hours and she made good use of her time too. She would stay here longer, but her mamaw would worry. Ever since the incident her mamaw worried excessively about her being out, even if it was only three blocks away at the dance studio, where she came everyday after school.
As she pulled pants over her leotard, packed up all her things, and turned out the lights in the mirror clad room, Emily thought about how wonderful it would be to own her own dance studio. After she was done dancing professionally, of course that is if she ever made it professionally. She was eighteen and her senior year was almost over, she needed to start thinking about college. Emily needed to get a scholarship to Julliard or her dream was over. She couldn't afford it otherwise.
Emily sighed as she started to walk down the sidewalk towards home. She didn't know what her mamaw were going to do if she couldn't get into college. Her mamaw was getting older and wouldn't be able to work for much longer, and working at the studio only pays so much when half your pay check is studio time. Emily's grandma has always done everything for her. When they started not being able to pay for her dance lessons her grandma striked a bargin with the studio owner that if Emily work there part time she could get lessons and studio time, after a while she was done with lessons and just had the studio time, thats when she started getting paid, very little, but it was money and that is what they needed.
As Emily was thinking all of this she was starring at the sidewalk, which she tend to do all the time. It gets her into trouble sometimes. Like right this very moment when she rammed into what felt like a brick wall. Emily heard someone exclaim, "Oh,gosh. I am so sorry." Thats all she remembered before she blacked out from the impact of the sidewalk.
There just a little first chapter of my new fanfic and I hope you liked this enough for me to contimue. :)