If Only It Could Be Easier
Chapter One With Love "You know you're dancing when tears of pain and happiness blend in with your sweat" ~anonymous
"I don't have an attitude, I'm just REALLY good!" ~Dance Caravan
Looking out the window at the passing scenery, Arista sighed her light blonde hair falling in her face as she looked down at the note her sister had given her before she had left signed with love, Shelia. She was leaving her small town in South Carolina to move to the excited state also known as New York. Mostly because of her dancing talents, she is a ballerina and an amazing one at that. Her mother sent her to New York to be somebody because according to her you can't go anywhere when you live in a small country town.
But Arista was only fifteen and was scared of being on her own and scared of the people that she would meet. Having lived a sheltered life going to live with her Aunt and Uncle in Manhattan was a big change. She felt the train slowly come to a stop she took in a big breath. Arista had not seen her Uncle Edward and Aunt Margaret in many years and they were somewhat "different". Edward was pretty snobbish and Margaret was wild as far as Arista remembers back when she was younger.
Peering outside she immediately recognized her Aunt wearing the latest styles of New York she stuck out like a sore thumb next to all the proper society ladies of New York. Edward was a little harder to pick out being like every other snob at the station with his top hat and cane Arista thought he looked ridiculous. She put on a dazzling smile and got off the train and ran into her Aunt's arms.
She could smell the perfume coming from her Aunt "Oh Darling I've waited so long toooooo seee you!" Once Margaret was done freaking out she gave her uncle Edward a hug but it was stiff as if she was a stranger.
"Hello Aristalyn." She cringed no one ever called her that except her Grandfather but it was in a much gentler tone.
Arista knew how to treat Uncle Edward he mother had given her a long speech about how to be proper "Good Afternoon Uncle Edward." She slightly curtsied with the same dazzling smile she had always flashed.
"Well you must be exhausted from that long and Boring train ride now come along we have tea and cookies waiting for us back at the Penthouse." As they stepped into the carriage with the sparkling white horses and the polite coachman. They pulled up to the white apartment building with dark green trimming everything was perfect looking, Arista wasn't surprised Edward would have it no other way. The bellman took the many of Arista's suitcases up to her room, as Margaret was chatting away in her ear she was observing her surroundings.
She snapped back and heard Margaret's question. "So when do your classes start?"
"The day after tomorrow Aunt Margaret."
"Do you need a ride?"
"No I've been instructed by my mother to walk there and that I should be fine I know exactly where it is."
"Good exercise is good for a young dancer. You'll be in good shape Aristalyn, that's good for a lady."
"Yes it is Uncle Edward."
The three of them were walking into the apartment and Margaret instructed Arista to where her room was. And asked her for assistance but she said she just wanted to unpack and rest.
When she entered her room she had seen that Margaret had done it especially for her, it was a big canopy bed with pastel pink, blue, and white. It had ballet pictures all over and many porcelain ballerinas. "Whoa."
She heard her Aunt scream loudly "DO YOU LIKE IT?"
"Absolutely Aunt Margaret its beautiful." She said looking around the room especially at the bed she was so used to her bunk beds with her sister. Arista looked around to make sure no one was watching a hopped up and laid back on the bed. This bed is amazing! She thought.
Chapter One With Love "You know you're dancing when tears of pain and happiness blend in with your sweat" ~anonymous
"I don't have an attitude, I'm just REALLY good!" ~Dance Caravan
Looking out the window at the passing scenery, Arista sighed her light blonde hair falling in her face as she looked down at the note her sister had given her before she had left signed with love, Shelia. She was leaving her small town in South Carolina to move to the excited state also known as New York. Mostly because of her dancing talents, she is a ballerina and an amazing one at that. Her mother sent her to New York to be somebody because according to her you can't go anywhere when you live in a small country town.
But Arista was only fifteen and was scared of being on her own and scared of the people that she would meet. Having lived a sheltered life going to live with her Aunt and Uncle in Manhattan was a big change. She felt the train slowly come to a stop she took in a big breath. Arista had not seen her Uncle Edward and Aunt Margaret in many years and they were somewhat "different". Edward was pretty snobbish and Margaret was wild as far as Arista remembers back when she was younger.
Peering outside she immediately recognized her Aunt wearing the latest styles of New York she stuck out like a sore thumb next to all the proper society ladies of New York. Edward was a little harder to pick out being like every other snob at the station with his top hat and cane Arista thought he looked ridiculous. She put on a dazzling smile and got off the train and ran into her Aunt's arms.
She could smell the perfume coming from her Aunt "Oh Darling I've waited so long toooooo seee you!" Once Margaret was done freaking out she gave her uncle Edward a hug but it was stiff as if she was a stranger.
"Hello Aristalyn." She cringed no one ever called her that except her Grandfather but it was in a much gentler tone.
Arista knew how to treat Uncle Edward he mother had given her a long speech about how to be proper "Good Afternoon Uncle Edward." She slightly curtsied with the same dazzling smile she had always flashed.
"Well you must be exhausted from that long and Boring train ride now come along we have tea and cookies waiting for us back at the Penthouse." As they stepped into the carriage with the sparkling white horses and the polite coachman. They pulled up to the white apartment building with dark green trimming everything was perfect looking, Arista wasn't surprised Edward would have it no other way. The bellman took the many of Arista's suitcases up to her room, as Margaret was chatting away in her ear she was observing her surroundings.
She snapped back and heard Margaret's question. "So when do your classes start?"
"The day after tomorrow Aunt Margaret."
"Do you need a ride?"
"No I've been instructed by my mother to walk there and that I should be fine I know exactly where it is."
"Good exercise is good for a young dancer. You'll be in good shape Aristalyn, that's good for a lady."
"Yes it is Uncle Edward."
The three of them were walking into the apartment and Margaret instructed Arista to where her room was. And asked her for assistance but she said she just wanted to unpack and rest.
When she entered her room she had seen that Margaret had done it especially for her, it was a big canopy bed with pastel pink, blue, and white. It had ballet pictures all over and many porcelain ballerinas. "Whoa."
She heard her Aunt scream loudly "DO YOU LIKE IT?"
"Absolutely Aunt Margaret its beautiful." She said looking around the room especially at the bed she was so used to her bunk beds with her sister. Arista looked around to make sure no one was watching a hopped up and laid back on the bed. This bed is amazing! She thought.