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Celina wrote:
I love to write, but stories haven't always been my thing. Hope you can enjoy this!
"Let's go, let's go, let's goooo!" Ariella yelled, running down the stairs with her first pair of pointe shoes in hand. Juggling 3 AP classes, dance class, and two younger sisters on a Friday afternoon was not the easiest thing to do, but she had to make it work. Why, this was not just any other day. It was Ariella's first day of pointe class. After years of Jazz, ballet, and tap she finally found her way up to her dream class. "Toe pads, toe tape, toe separaters..what am I forgetting?" she repeated over and over. As her two little sisters, Julie and Jamie the twins, ran down the stairs she gave them a nudge, pushing them through the door and leading them into the car. "Wow, I think this is your fastest time yet. Aren't you afraid of being a little too early?" Her mom, Kate, asked chuckling. "Too early? No way. Besides, me and Becca are supposed to meet up so she can give me a few tips before my first class. She's been on pointe for about a year or so..she's always been better than me so I might as well learn from the best." Ariella said, voice trailing off into a whisper. Becca and Ariella had been best friends for years, joining dance at the same age and always going to the same dance academy's. One thing a lot of us can admit to is having a friend who you always seem to be envious of. For Ariella that friend was Becca. Becca didn't just pass tests, she aced them. She didn't just dance, she told a story. She wasn't just better than Ariella, she was the best compared to everyone. She set the bar and Ariella wanted to raise it herself.
Ariella's POV:
"Bye mom, wish me luck!" I yelled, practically jumping out of a moving car and into the doors of my dance school, Sharon's dance works. "Hey!" Becca shouted from the lobby, jumping up to give me a hug. We went into Room B, the official beginner pointe room. She helped me slip into my pointe shoes and get them warmed up. I had already broken them in quite a bit after repeatedly banging them on the concrete as I had seen Becca do when she first got hers. "Alright, stand up and go over to the barre." Becca said. She was good enough to be a teacher so I figured why not take a few tips from her. "Alright, go on demi-pointe...good, good. Now do all 5 positions. Great, just work on your turn out, it shouldn't be forced. Alright, demi-pointe once again, and don't sickle those legs! Good, awesome actually. You'll do great. Just focus. I remember my first Pointe class. I was beyond excited, so excited I lost focus and lost grip of the barre, I nearly slipped over my pointe shoes and broke my ankle" Becca said laughing, as I laughed with her.
After my first two hours of pointe class I was excited. Who says ballet isn't a sport? You try it then. Feet sore and brittle, I wobbled my way back into my mom's car. The feeling of pain never felt so good. I remember talking to my mom a little bit, but one thing I remember the most was trailing off into a lovely nap.
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I love to write, but stories haven't always been my thing. Hope you can enjoy this!
"Let's go, let's go, let's goooo!" Ariella yelled, running down the stairs with her first pair of pointe shoes in hand. Juggling 3 AP classes, dance class, and two younger sisters on a Friday afternoon was not the easiest thing to do, but she had to make it work. Why, this was not just any other day. It was Ariella's first day of pointe class. After years of Jazz, ballet, and tap she finally found her way up to her dream class. "Toe pads, toe tape, toe separaters..what am I forgetting?" she repeated over and over. As her two little sisters, Julie and Jamie the twins, ran down the stairs she gave them a nudge, pushing them through the door and leading them into the car. "Wow, I think this is your fastest time yet. Aren't you afraid of being a little too early?" Her mom, Kate, asked chuckling. "Too early? No way. Besides, me and Becca are supposed to meet up so she can give me a few tips before my first class. She's been on pointe for about a year or so..she's always been better than me so I might as well learn from the best." Ariella said, voice trailing off into a whisper. Becca and Ariella had been best friends for years, joining dance at the same age and always going to the same dance academy's. One thing a lot of us can admit to is having a friend who you always seem to be envious of. For Ariella that friend was Becca. Becca didn't just pass tests, she aced them. She didn't just dance, she told a story. She wasn't just better than Ariella, she was the best compared to everyone. She set the bar and Ariella wanted to raise it herself.
Ariella's POV:
"Bye mom, wish me luck!" I yelled, practically jumping out of a moving car and into the doors of my dance school, Sharon's dance works. "Hey!" Becca shouted from the lobby, jumping up to give me a hug. We went into Room B, the official beginner pointe room. She helped me slip into my pointe shoes and get them warmed up. I had already broken them in quite a bit after repeatedly banging them on the concrete as I had seen Becca do when she first got hers. "Alright, stand up and go over to the barre." Becca said. She was good enough to be a teacher so I figured why not take a few tips from her. "Alright, go on demi-pointe...good, good. Now do all 5 positions. Great, just work on your turn out, it shouldn't be forced. Alright, demi-pointe once again, and don't sickle those legs! Good, awesome actually. You'll do great. Just focus. I remember my first Pointe class. I was beyond excited, so excited I lost focus and lost grip of the barre, I nearly slipped over my pointe shoes and broke my ankle" Becca said laughing, as I laughed with her.
After my first two hours of pointe class I was excited. Who says ballet isn't a sport? You try it then. Feet sore and brittle, I wobbled my way back into my mom's car. The feeling of pain never felt so good. I remember talking to my mom a little bit, but one thing I remember the most was trailing off into a lovely nap.
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