MARIA
It was second period of the day, when Riley and I had Dance. There were about fifteen other girls there. About eight of them all stuck together. All of those eight had red hair, and blue eyes. There features, and sizes were different though. Four of the girls wore black leotards with pink tights; the other half wore a pink leotard with black tights. I was wearing my new gold leotard from Paris with my sparkle tights and Riley was wearing an amazing turquoise one with white tights. Each of those girls' hair was pulled back with black headbands with silver writing. I couldn't see what the writing said. "Bonjour, Je suis Madame Lee." A woman said walking in gracefully. She was very tall, and Asian with extremely long black hair braided into cornrows and smooth skin. "We will begin with ballet, then segue into jazz, then hip hop," A smile spread across her face. "Then tap. All right then, line up." We lined up in a straight line. Madame Lee looked at each of us. She bent over to look at the headbands, "Hmmm. the octuplets, I see. Are you octuplets?" The shortest one with the longest hair and the bluest eyes smiled, "No, we just call ourselves that. Ya see we've been friends since pre-school! And we're really close." Riley and I let out a small giggle at her "empowering story". She glared at us, then turned back to the teacher with an "I'm your best student." smile. "Names please." Madame Lee asked politely. "Jezebella but my friends call me Jezie." The leader of the Octuplets said. "Jamie." Said a short fat one. "Jillian." Said a tall, thin one. "Jennie." said a medium sized one. "Jackie." "Jada." "Jocelyn." And finally a quiet one with bookish spectacles on her nose, her hair was braided into a long braid to her butt and she was wearing no make-up said, "Jenna." "Maria," I said pronouncing my name with a heavy Spanish accent. "Riley." Riley said. "Parlez-vous francaise?" "Comme ci, comme ca." Madame Lee said, smiling. We slipped on out ballet slippers and soon everybody fell, even Madame Lee! The floor looked suspiciously shiny. "Someone has waxed the floor!" Madame Lee proclaimed. "Excuse me, excuse me." Said Jezebella. "I think it's the New Black Knights. See, the story goes that way back when my older sister Cokie went to SMS, these kids would play pranks but nobody knew who they were." "Well, my sister Shannon had some friends that went to SMS." I began. "Who were they?" Jezie angrily shot back. "Kristy, Mary Anne, Dawn, Abby, those kids." Jezie shivered, "Ewwwwwwwwwwwww!" Jezie said. I ignored her. "Well. anyway, they suspected these two kids; Cary Grant and Alan Gray were heads of it!" "Hey!" Jocelyn cried. "Laurence Grant and Peter Gray are in all my classes!" I made a "DUH!" face. "Eureka!" Madame Lee smiled, "You guys are tres funny. You are dismissed." Dance class should be tres interesting.
It was second period of the day, when Riley and I had Dance. There were about fifteen other girls there. About eight of them all stuck together. All of those eight had red hair, and blue eyes. There features, and sizes were different though. Four of the girls wore black leotards with pink tights; the other half wore a pink leotard with black tights. I was wearing my new gold leotard from Paris with my sparkle tights and Riley was wearing an amazing turquoise one with white tights. Each of those girls' hair was pulled back with black headbands with silver writing. I couldn't see what the writing said. "Bonjour, Je suis Madame Lee." A woman said walking in gracefully. She was very tall, and Asian with extremely long black hair braided into cornrows and smooth skin. "We will begin with ballet, then segue into jazz, then hip hop," A smile spread across her face. "Then tap. All right then, line up." We lined up in a straight line. Madame Lee looked at each of us. She bent over to look at the headbands, "Hmmm. the octuplets, I see. Are you octuplets?" The shortest one with the longest hair and the bluest eyes smiled, "No, we just call ourselves that. Ya see we've been friends since pre-school! And we're really close." Riley and I let out a small giggle at her "empowering story". She glared at us, then turned back to the teacher with an "I'm your best student." smile. "Names please." Madame Lee asked politely. "Jezebella but my friends call me Jezie." The leader of the Octuplets said. "Jamie." Said a short fat one. "Jillian." Said a tall, thin one. "Jennie." said a medium sized one. "Jackie." "Jada." "Jocelyn." And finally a quiet one with bookish spectacles on her nose, her hair was braided into a long braid to her butt and she was wearing no make-up said, "Jenna." "Maria," I said pronouncing my name with a heavy Spanish accent. "Riley." Riley said. "Parlez-vous francaise?" "Comme ci, comme ca." Madame Lee said, smiling. We slipped on out ballet slippers and soon everybody fell, even Madame Lee! The floor looked suspiciously shiny. "Someone has waxed the floor!" Madame Lee proclaimed. "Excuse me, excuse me." Said Jezebella. "I think it's the New Black Knights. See, the story goes that way back when my older sister Cokie went to SMS, these kids would play pranks but nobody knew who they were." "Well, my sister Shannon had some friends that went to SMS." I began. "Who were they?" Jezie angrily shot back. "Kristy, Mary Anne, Dawn, Abby, those kids." Jezie shivered, "Ewwwwwwwwwwwww!" Jezie said. I ignored her. "Well. anyway, they suspected these two kids; Cary Grant and Alan Gray were heads of it!" "Hey!" Jocelyn cried. "Laurence Grant and Peter Gray are in all my classes!" I made a "DUH!" face. "Eureka!" Madame Lee smiled, "You guys are tres funny. You are dismissed." Dance class should be tres interesting.