Joan almost dragged me down to the room. She made me go over the basics, like Tundos and Turns.  Then, she made me do moves I had neaver done.

"Good Sph, not point that toe! Come on!" she yelled. I moved more quickly, doing everything to the best of my abilty, until I had to do eight Grand jeté. I didn't know how she came up with this, but I could only do four at the most.

I begin to do them, one by one. Five, Six. But, on my seaveth, I fell.

The pain rushed thorgh my head.

"OH MY GOD!" yelled Joan. She ran over, then I heard yelling.. and than it went balck.

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