Chapter 2
I parked my bike outside the run down building I called home and ran in with excitement. "Mum! Guess what! I got into the dance class!" I exclaimed with glee. " So?" she said blankly. Her emotions left her with dad a couple of years ago. "It's a really good dance company and I got accepted." I said, hurt filling up in my eyes. "Yea whatever." She mumbled and turned back to face the tiny box TV. I moped into my room. I don't know why you're acting like this, it happens every day, you should be used to it by now! Truth is, I'm not. I munched on the pop tarts I hadn't finished this morning and went to bed, its what I did everyday anyway.
I was awoke my construction workers knocking down the flats a couple rows down from us, its was my make shift alarm clock for me to go to dance. I whipped on a leotard and some trackies then hopped on my bike towards the ALDC. It was weird because when I arrived, the girls had big designer bags full of stuff while I had a handbag with cash and my phone. I walked through the doors to see Abby at the front desk with a big smile across her face. It looked kind of real compared to the first one she gave me. She said "oh hey there! You just go through that door and then wait with the other girls to be told what to do ok?" "Sure, thank you." I replied. I walked into a room with benches at every wall and eight girls sat on them. They all smiled and said hi to me, but it felt as if they were judging me from every angle. I sat down next to a medium height girl with dark brown hair who looked around my age. Well, this'll be fun…