You limped and sobbed as you hurt your ankle from a failed jump, hearing the laughs of the other dancers who had pushed you earlier.

You didn't know why they hate you, it had been like this ever since.

You sat at a bench outside the studio, trying to massage your ankle as you saw someone kneel Infront of you. It was Damien, the boxer who had liked you for a while.

"Little swan.." He called gently, placing a hand on your ankle "Who hurt you?" He seemed kind of mad.