POV: Margo
Here I was, at a coffee shop eating a muffin and drinking chai tea, after a 2 hour ballet practice. It was now 6 o clock. Yes occasionally I did eat contrary to popular belief. Just not around people. I had recently thrown myself into ballet because I wanted something different. Something that made me stand out. To make me stand out. Claire was a model, Vanessa was a mystic, Molly babysat and the boys drank and did drugs. I was the only one in the family who did something even remotely attached to the performing arts. And I loved it. The grace, the fluid lines the escape it provided for me. The fact that the teacher actually noticed you and corrected you when you were wrong. I wasn't noticed much at home. Dad we never saw much of and I never saw much of Mom, either. Molly, Claire and the boys were frequently out. That was also why I had an eating problem. It made me stand out. And you couldn't be a dancer if you weren't thin everyone knew that.
Vanessa what to say about Vanessa? Well, she was a mystic, as aforementioned. Everything I wanted to be everything I wanted to know. She knew so much without even telling you. She knew about people and how they were feeling at any given time, could sense their emotions. If someone she knew very well was having trouble she knew it. She picked up on vibes incredibly well. You didn't have to tell her anything because she always knew. She was probably the coolest, most original, most beautiful person I had ever known. It took a lot of courage for her to be who she was and to keep being it. I still didn't know who I was.