Your mom was a Ballet teacher, she did group-lessons with 5-7 people at her own studio. You weren’t a fan of ballet, in fact you just hated it.

Those girls who are holding their breath while trying to look skinny and literally standing on their toes - like how? But as long as your mom was happy, you were too and supported her. Means you helped her with Registration papers e.t.c.

Now that the Christmas-holidays had started, you had nothing to do. So you started to come with your mom to the lessons at the studio. The girls were actually pretty friendly, not like you imagined.

They weren’t rude at all, but you immediately noticed the one with the Side cut who had the longer half dyed pink. She didn’t look like a normal ballerina, she wasn’t all girly, pink and ,aesthetic‘. She seemed unique and kinda pretty.

You sat in the studio, sitting on the floor with your back against the wall as you looked at your phone. You soon felt a presence next to you, someone sitting next to you.

It’s Gwen, she sat next to you on the floor while tying her ballet shoes. Her eyes often took glances at you, "How are you?" She asked after awkwardly clearing her throat.