Chapter 1
I pull my hair up in a ponytail before I warm up. Looking in the mirror I understand the physical appeal of myself. When released my log jet black hair falls in waves around my trim waist. My slightly larger green eyes take in my olive toned skin then travel my 5' frame up to the figure other than myself in the mirror.
"Jet, "A fellow troupe member calls," Do you go out and eat with us?"
I shake my head, "No."
Ella nods as she grabs her bag and exits the studio. Sweet girl, I think to myself. Ella Washington is probably the nicest girl in the universe. Every time the others go to eat she asks for me to join them even though I say no every time.
I hear a beep, I sigh, then nothing. I slip my hearing aids out of my pocket and into my bag. Turning up my music I close my eyes and lose myself in the silence. I dance.
