Six- Hannah

While, my teacher was teaching me the basic's I saw a girl walk by. She looked about fifteen and her hair was in a tight bun. She carried her dance bag on her shouders and her point shoes were hanging out.

I would never do point. Never have never will. My teacher used to try to get me to do it. She said my feet were strong enough, but I was too young. You have to be in level six. I was only in level four when she said that.

"Hannah, focus." This interrupted my thoughts.

"Okay now I will teach you your character, run along and put on your shoes."She said again.

I ran out to get my bag and accidently bumped into the girl I saw earlier.

She looked at me with a stern look then hurried on.

The End

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