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[princess aly]

[ Mila-Annabelle ]

Mila-Annabelle Regardee sat idly twirling her hair in the plush red seats. She listened. a bit boredly, to the speech given by Ms. Sinclair herself. Her mind wandered, and she wondered what her parents were doing back home. Not that it really mattered, of course, because they practically hated her. They abused her and were extremely strict with rules. When Mila found out that she had made it into the prestigious Sinclair Academy, she jumped up and down on her bed and ran through the house yelling. Nothing could ruin this experience for her, anything was better than being stuck at home with them.
She came halting back to attention when Ms. Sinclair called the first name, a girl apparently named Katrina. She silently glanced in the row behind her, searching for the first mystery girl. Maybe she's the girl i happen to be rooming with..?

[ Ryan ]

Ryan Matthew Chase slouched in his squishy red chair in the large auditorium of his new school. He looked around at all the beautiful girls, about 10 of them. He adjusted his against-the-dress-code hat and flipped his hair again. He put on his normal smirk, and watched Ms. Sinclair give the longest speech of his whole life. Finally, she pulled out a clipboard and read a girls name off - Katrina. He didn't make any effort to conceal him staring at every girl, looking for this one. You never know, she might be my new romance.

[princess aly]

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˩ocation ;; Δuditorium
Ɯith;; Єveryone
Ѧood;; Єxcited
Ƨtatus;; Ƨingle & Ɔrushless
Ɖance Ƭype;; Ħip Ħop

I look around, bored out of my mind, at the auditorium, only twenty students sitting in it. Ms. Sinclair's voice banged around in the speakers and came out just to bang around the auditorium. Then I get pretty excited, who wouldn't if you were in my position? I'm sitting next to two girls, and I'm in a school thatI can actually show off my dance skills, because it's like I was born without a spine, but it's still there, it's just made of jelly or something. How awesome? Ms. Sinclair talks about the nine maximum that will go on to be profesionals, five for injuries, and another five leaving because of behavior, and I can't help but feel that her eyes are locked on me for that part of her speach, the long speach that I don't really pay attention to most of it. She finishes her speech, or so I thought, and then called some girls name, Katrina Andrews. Great. That means that she'll most likely be calling names in alphabetical order, and my last name ends with a k, and with only twnety of us I'll be one of the first ten, most likely. But I really can't let that stop me from being super excited for these four years, if I get through them. It's going to awesome for the time that I will be here, but then again I might be able to keep myself from screwing up, but I still have to be excited. Four years. Dancing for four years, it'll be so much fun. Then she calls a name, and a brunette walks up, whispering something to Ms. Sinclair.

˩ocation ;; Δuditorium
Ɯith;; Ѧs. Ƨinclair
Ѧood;; Иervous
Ƨtatus;; Ƨingle & Ɔrushless
Ɖance Ƭype;; Єverything вut тap

I listen intently to Ms. Sinclair tell her speech as the twently of us sitting, some moving, some scared out of their mind, one of them me.I don't move an inch, I try not to draw any attention to myself, but it probably makes me even more noticable that I don't move. A boy with red hair catches my eyes because he moves something, so I lean forward to look down the first row, the one I'm in. I sit back in my seat, moving my attention back to Ms. Sinclair. She talks about us students being honored because we're here, as if we didn't know that already. Being here is a wonderful honor. I could never ask for anything different. I love this. She continues talking, her voice getting bigger because of the speakers, making her voice loud and clear through out the auditorium. She calls my name, and for a minute I just freeze, but I stand and shove my straight hair away from my eyes. I whisper the words excuse me a few times as I make my way to the end of the isle, then I walk down to the stairs, stepping up with my flats snuggly glued to my feet. I smile to Ms. Sinclair and lean in, stepping onto my tippy toes. "I prefer to be called, Kat, ma'am." I say with a toothless smile on my face, and I hope I didn't sound too rude, but I really didn't like my real name. Anything but that would be fine. I smile again, then look around to the nineteen kids I stand in front of I look to the floor at my shoes, then I look to my skirt, fixing it a bit before I look back up to Ms. Sinclair who's pretty much taller than me, and it'll probably stay that way because I havn't grown since seventh grade.