Post by matilda jackson on Dec 26, 2013 15:30:17 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; height: 380px; background-color:#E3E3E3; border-left: 3px solid #331E13; border-right: 3px solid #331E13;] and if i lived a lie, WOULD SOMEONE MEET ME ON THE OTHER SIDE? |
I was infamously known to be one of the "bad kids". I never went to class, I drank and did drugs, and probably the worst side of me was the fact I bullied others - mainly the nerds. I even bullied my little brother, not in a sibling rivalry way, I would throw his papers on floors and once I gave him a swirlie in the girls toilets. I liked the idea of power and being feared, the power that I had around the school is tremendous. I could probably get a load of nerds to carry me around all day if I really wanted. Okay, that's taking it a little bit too far, but I probably will try that in the not-so-distant future.
The only "weakness" I seem to have is either my height, or my passion for dance - ballet to be precise. I never missed practice or lessons, it really is my passion. I'd give up bullying little freshmen for it if my future depended on it.
I stepped forward slightly, getting ready to practice my pirouette. It was one of my weaker sides, despite having been doing ballet for over 10 years. I always got dizzy after a while and I could never spin for too long. It cost me my last exam and I didn't pass to the next grade - I desperately needed to practice it. I'd taken time out of my busy schedule of stalking out prey, it is that important to me.
I kept my eyes on a random object in the auditorium - one of the seats in the crowd visible from the stage. I managed to spin for a total of 4 seconds before having to step down, dizziness seeping through the veins in my head. Sighing in frustration I tried again. And again. And again. I continued until my feet ached 10 minutes later from continuous attempts of pirouetting for as long as I could.
Another sigh tumbled from my lips as I looked down at my attire - lose fitting shirt and skinny jeans; it was not fit for ballet practice. I had got pumps I used to practice in on though, so at least I was a tiny bit equipped for it.
As I quickly pulled off the pumps I heard a sound come from around the back of the auditorium, it sounded like someone was walking around the backstage. I furrowed my brows, standing so I could walk round to see who was there. I called out "who's there?" to the darkness, my bare feet padding against the wooden floor. I got no reply at first, so I called out again, hoping to get a reply and find out who was sneaking around back here.
The only "weakness" I seem to have is either my height, or my passion for dance - ballet to be precise. I never missed practice or lessons, it really is my passion. I'd give up bullying little freshmen for it if my future depended on it.
I stepped forward slightly, getting ready to practice my pirouette. It was one of my weaker sides, despite having been doing ballet for over 10 years. I always got dizzy after a while and I could never spin for too long. It cost me my last exam and I didn't pass to the next grade - I desperately needed to practice it. I'd taken time out of my busy schedule of stalking out prey, it is that important to me.
I kept my eyes on a random object in the auditorium - one of the seats in the crowd visible from the stage. I managed to spin for a total of 4 seconds before having to step down, dizziness seeping through the veins in my head. Sighing in frustration I tried again. And again. And again. I continued until my feet ached 10 minutes later from continuous attempts of pirouetting for as long as I could.
Another sigh tumbled from my lips as I looked down at my attire - lose fitting shirt and skinny jeans; it was not fit for ballet practice. I had got pumps I used to practice in on though, so at least I was a tiny bit equipped for it.
As I quickly pulled off the pumps I heard a sound come from around the back of the auditorium, it sounded like someone was walking around the backstage. I furrowed my brows, standing so I could walk round to see who was there. I called out "who's there?" to the darkness, my bare feet padding against the wooden floor. I got no reply at first, so I called out again, hoping to get a reply and find out who was sneaking around back here.
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i love brooklyn from caution !!!
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