ThugWorkout wrote:
adam stroked her hair gently, frowning as he looked down at her. "princess, tell me what's wrong. if you don't tell me I can't make things better, and I want things to be so much better for you." he whispered, shrugging his shoulders as he looked down into her eyes, cradling her, basically.
mella tied her hair up into a long pony tail and the went into class, and as usual, she was the tar pupil. every twirl, every jump, every spin, it was perfect. she was born to dance. she was then partnered up with some guy in her class, to begin ballroom dance.