The teacher makes me nevors, as she shows up. Her long black hair, up in a bun. Her royal blue leo, almost black to me. I want to laugh, but this is my frist day with the sixteen year olds. HA! I'm just a fourteen year old.
"Ok, girls," she said in a heavey Russian accent. "We have a new pupil, who wishes to study the art of pre-prossefel ballet! She thinks she has what it takes. You all think you do! Now, two hurned grand` pleas