The ballet class was long. The point was terrible. I hated it. HATED IT!
I walked out of the class, my feet on fire. I sighed, and walked past studio 2. A level five girl was in there, doing comptany. I laughed, I used to be a level five. Being a level eight, I could do that stuff in my sleep. Like that turn she just did. Simple.
Level five wasn't even aluod near point class. Let alone in it. They had to be level six and a half for pre-point and seven for point.
I walked into the large waiting room. I walked past Mary at the desk, and made my way up to Acro class. I wasn't in Acro, being almost fifthteen, I wasn't aloud to take it. Instead, I helped Ana teach it.