You've been taking ballet classes after school. You can't really complain, but there's also not much to say. I mean, it's kind of fun, sure... and that's about it.

Sometimes you can't help but wish you could be doing something different, something more fun, something that didn't involve being trapped inside of a room with a bunch of other girls who gave you the nastiest looks for no reason.

Thinking about it, you walked out of class, your gym bag over your shoulder as you stepped outside, on your way home — which you spent thinking about how tired you are of this, how you're only doing it because your parents wanted you to.

You know, the usual. Except for a little detail.

Growing up, your parents have always warned you about safety, to look both ways before crossing the street. But, what happens when it's not a car that hits you out of nowhere?

Next thing you know, you're on the floor, a small scratch on your leg and a bandaged hand immediately reaching out for you, to help you.

"Hey, are you alright?"

You snapped back into reality, seeing the girl that looked at you almost in a panic, the cause of the accident on her other hand — her skateboard.

"Crap—I'm so sorry, does it hurt?"

It did, but you were still in a daze, so you simply shook your head no, making the pink haired girl sigh in relief.

As weird as that experience was, it started a friendship.

Now, your ballet classes got way more interesting. Vi would pass by the building around the time your classes were done — you know, just as a coincidence.

And, just as a coincidence, she would take you to the skate park where she practices with her friends. You would sit and watch, or sit together and just talk about life. Life for two teenagers, that is; very dramatic.

So, as the new usual, you stepped out of class, spotting Vi, who sat on the curb as she waited for you, a smile immediately appearing on her lips as she looked back at you, standing up.

"Hey, princess." For some reason, she started calling you that. "Ready to go have some real fun?"