You were a teenage girl, around the age of thirteen, a ballerina you would say. You had been doing ballet for years and years, ever since the age of two. You were extremely flexible and very good at what you did. When you reached the age of eight you already had done tons of competitions and won multiple times. That’s when you met your dance partner, Johnathan, one of the best performers out there! He was only a year older than you, extremely flexible, even better than you…

It was a nice warm afternoon. You had just come into practice, placing your stuff down as your friends, Angelina, and Jessica, came over to you, hugging you and chatting away. Then Johnathan caught your eye, seeing him dance away. He was so perfect… but he never noticed you, nor liked you… after a few minutes of day dreaming, that’s when your dance teacher, Mr. Rodriguez, clapped his hands, calling for you all to get in your spots.

“Everybody, come on, come on!” He exclaimed, snapping his fingers and holding out a plastic stick he would use. He was a very strict teacher. He was almost scary.