A/N Wow, this has been a while right? Ok, so nobody reviewed (except Ashleigh,) and I was totally stuck, but I hated not having finished this, so this is a little finishing/epilogue chapter. It will probably be bad, but I needed to finish it. If there is any mistakes to do with continuity, give me a break because I haven't wrote this in so very long!
Wow I just looked back, my presentation (if not my actual writing) has got a lot better, I actualy use capitals and things!
Mierya Green sat in the back of her parent's car, listening to the songs that played from the radio. She tapped her foot and noticed that her tapping was in time with her Dad's finger on the steering wheel, of course it was, it was him who had taught her to dance and listen to the beat. Jesse was really her step-Dad she supposed, as she had to tell everyone anytime they saw him and her together. With her blonde curls and blue eyes she definitly didn't look even half Cuban, unlike her name.
She glanced across at her best friend, Aletta, she was sort of like her cousin, even though techniqually she was Jesse's cousin's daughter. They were the same age, and although they lived in different countries they always visited each other. Aletta was her best friend because she was one of the only people who didn't care about her family life. Most people got embarressed when she mentioned the fact that she had a step dad because her Mom and biological father were divorced, it just didn't happen. Now, Aletta was over in Cuba for the summer, and she knew they would have a great time. They were both sixteen and liked the same things, including, as most of the family did, dancing. They had both enrolled in the dance school that her Dad taught at, and were looking forward to lessons.
Lindy looked back at her daughter, and gave her a quick smile. She was still amazed that this beautiful girl was her own daughter. She was tall, with a dancer's body, and had blonde ringlets, sparkling blue eyes, a winning smile and a warm golden tan, from living in Cuba nearly all her life. Lindy leaned back against the seat, a smile playing on her face. She had gone through a lot, but now, finally she knew she was happy. She had all she could have ever wished for, Mireya and Jesse, that was all she needed, she was happy now.
"Come on," Mireya said to Aletta, taking her by the hand and dragging her into the dancing room, a group of teenagers about their age were all standing around, waiting.
"Good Morning everyone," A tall Cuban boy, who looked about eighteen entered the room behind them and spoke in Spanish,
"Oh no, I'm rubbish at Spanish," Aletta laughed quietly,
"Don't worry I'll translate," Mireya whispered back,
"So, you're all here to learn dance, it's a personal thing, dancing, so I hope we can all give each other the room to grow," He smiled a gorgeous smile, "First I'll come round and get to know you a bit, I'm Adelio," He walked over to Mireya and Aletta,
"Hello," He said in English, "What is your name?" He was looking at Mireya, she raised her eyebrows and sighed,
"Mireya, and I know Spanish, I have lived in Cuba for most of my life," She said in Spanish, he looked a little embarressed,
"Sorry," He smiled again, Mireya smiled back. She had a feeling that learninng to dance this summer would be quite a lot of fun.
A/N Short and quite sweet? At least it is now finished, unless people want me to go on about Mireya, which actually would be quite fun... no, to many stories! Ok, well review please! p.s. sorry about any spelling mistakes, I forgot to spell check this!