A/n: So this was a very unexpected drabble. My friend gave me this random prompt and I thought of using a character I've never written before. I hope you guys like it. It's kinda sad but if it makes you feel better it was before glee happened. R&R
People don't normally see all the cracks in my armor. It's funny really, seeing as there are so many I don't even know how I'm still standing. I guess having good grades and such an amazing disposition it keeps prying eyes at bay. Hell, if I wasn't me I guess I wouldn't give it a second glance either. But that doesn't mean I wish someone wouldn't take the time to do so.
I've always been told from a young age that I was going to do great things. That's what my parents expected of me. And I'm glad they thought so highly of me, but building pressure will only cause things to crack. They promised me the world. That I could be anything I set my mind too, but when it wasn't what fitted their perfect plan those ideas were shut down faster than Herman Cain's presidential campaign.
No, being a doctor or a lawyer isn't a bad thing; it's just not my thing. I've known what I've wanted to be for as long as I can remember. I recall all those Christmases where I still wrote Santa letters and it kinda makes my chest tight. Every year I would ask Santa if he could make my parents change their minds, so I could do what I've always dreamed of. Every December 25 I was so excited because I thought maybe it would happen. Maybe Santa would pull through for me this year. It's not like I could actually see my gift under the tree so I'd never know for sure, but I hoped with all of my heart that it would happen.
But sadly every year I would find out that it hadn't. My parents were always so strict on me, my dad especially. So when I was told no, for what seemed like the thousandth time, that I couldn't sign up for dance classes this year, I broke. I was fourteen. That's when gave up hope that I would ever be able to dance outside of my bedroom.
