1. Head down
My dad locked me in my room. I 'disobeyed' him by taking a break. I sit on my bed reading chemistry books. I look up. No Dylan you can't. Dad will catch you. I look at the book again and start reading. My mind kept trailing to dance. I get up and take my bag with my dance stuff in it. I climb out the window making sure my dad doesn't see me. I climb down the tree and run around the block. The performing arts teacher at school also worked in an arena. Concerts and musicals were held there. I walk through the doors and go to the bathrooms. I change into tights a leotard and a skirt. I walk onto the stage and set my bag down. 'Dylan! I didn't expect you to be here so soon!' my teacher sees me on stage. 'oh hi mr mason. I'm sorry I just had to have a break from home.' I say as I put my ballet shoes on. 'oh never mind it's fine. We have a concert rehearsal on in a few minutes so you have that long. Have fun' he wal out f te auditorium. I pull my hair back into a tight bun and pull my sleeves up revealing scars. 'jake!' I yell to the music guy. He puts on some music. I twirl and do a whole ballet routine. I was almost at te end when I was doing multiple twirls and I saw five boys looking at me. I stopped and looked down te went overto my bag. I picked it up and started to go down the stairs. 'wait! That was awesome! Why'd you stop?' I turn back still looking at the ground. I shrug then continue on my way. 'hold on!' a different boy says and takes my arm. 'what's your name?' he asks. 'Dylan' I mumble. 'pardon love? I didn't hear' he says. 'Dylan' I say at the same volume then run around and leave again. 'wait!' they all call. I run do they don't stop me.