If Only It Could Be Easier
Chapter Three Prima Ballerina
The next day Margaret woke up Arista gently, "Darling it's ten o'clock you've got to get going."
She dragged herself out of bed she had been up late thinking and reading. Thinking about Spot and how she had wished she had stayed to tell him her name. Her seemed so charming and sweet.
Arista had her breakfast and got dressed Uncle Edward insisted that she wear her stuff so she could have extra time to practice there. She took a bath, put her hair in a bun, put on her stage make up, put on her pink tights, leotard, and pointe shoes. She came out into the living room.
"Oh Darling you look splendid." Said Margaret and gave her a kiss on the cheek got her coat and brought her a bag with her packed nutritious lunch.
"Thank you Aunt Margaret."
"Dance well, head high, back straight.." Uncle Edward was saying when he was cut off by his wife.
"And have fun." Said Aunt Margaret.
"Yes of course. Good bye Uncle Edward and Aunt Margaret I will be back around six or seven."
Arista set out she felt a little ridiculous because you could see her pink tights and pointe shoes. She tried to move as fast as she could to get there and the city was so noisy with everyone yelling. It hurt her head badly so she rushed, looking at the ground as she walked. Almost bumping into someone.
"Oh." She said quietly and saw a boy with a red bandana and a cowboy hat and tried to keep walking.
"Heya der I likes youse shoes." He said pointing to her ballet slippers.
"Thank you." She said almost in a whisper deeply embarrassed. Another boy came up next to him one she recognized.
"Hey der youse gots to stop meetin people like dis." He said in a laugh and she found herself giggling as well. "Sorry but I should be going."
"Youse a dancer?" said Spot.
"Yes."
"A prima ballerina?"
"One might say so."
"Youse name?"
"Aristalyn."
"Pleasure ta meet ya." He looked into her eyes and his gaze made her very nervous and her knees were shaking.
" I'm sorry. I really need to go I don't want to be late."
"See ya later, Aristalyn." He called after her.
"Don't even think about it spot." Said Jack with a smirk.
"What??"
"She's an aristocrat. You dun have a chance wid her."
"Probably right but hey youse never know." He said poking Jack with his finger and they set off for the docks for the boat races.
Chapter Three Prima Ballerina
The next day Margaret woke up Arista gently, "Darling it's ten o'clock you've got to get going."
She dragged herself out of bed she had been up late thinking and reading. Thinking about Spot and how she had wished she had stayed to tell him her name. Her seemed so charming and sweet.
Arista had her breakfast and got dressed Uncle Edward insisted that she wear her stuff so she could have extra time to practice there. She took a bath, put her hair in a bun, put on her stage make up, put on her pink tights, leotard, and pointe shoes. She came out into the living room.
"Oh Darling you look splendid." Said Margaret and gave her a kiss on the cheek got her coat and brought her a bag with her packed nutritious lunch.
"Thank you Aunt Margaret."
"Dance well, head high, back straight.." Uncle Edward was saying when he was cut off by his wife.
"And have fun." Said Aunt Margaret.
"Yes of course. Good bye Uncle Edward and Aunt Margaret I will be back around six or seven."
Arista set out she felt a little ridiculous because you could see her pink tights and pointe shoes. She tried to move as fast as she could to get there and the city was so noisy with everyone yelling. It hurt her head badly so she rushed, looking at the ground as she walked. Almost bumping into someone.
"Oh." She said quietly and saw a boy with a red bandana and a cowboy hat and tried to keep walking.
"Heya der I likes youse shoes." He said pointing to her ballet slippers.
"Thank you." She said almost in a whisper deeply embarrassed. Another boy came up next to him one she recognized.
"Hey der youse gots to stop meetin people like dis." He said in a laugh and she found herself giggling as well. "Sorry but I should be going."
"Youse a dancer?" said Spot.
"Yes."
"A prima ballerina?"
"One might say so."
"Youse name?"
"Aristalyn."
"Pleasure ta meet ya." He looked into her eyes and his gaze made her very nervous and her knees were shaking.
" I'm sorry. I really need to go I don't want to be late."
"See ya later, Aristalyn." He called after her.
"Don't even think about it spot." Said Jack with a smirk.
"What??"
"She's an aristocrat. You dun have a chance wid her."
"Probably right but hey youse never know." He said poking Jack with his finger and they set off for the docks for the boat races.