Hey readers! This is my first story and I really hope you like it! It's about a girl who is 17. She has just Lost everything. Harsh right? In the little town, she knows she can't run from it. It's everywhere. She needs to escape. But how? Will she find a way to get over him? With a new guy in her future. Is she ready?


2. The Studio

(1 year later)
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I slammed my fist down on the clock. 5:30. I had to get up. I knew I did. I didn't want too. My mom barged in my room and threw on the light. I squinted in my now very lit bedroom. My mom said something and walked out. Not knowing what she said, I got up to go after her. My toe hit hard on something big and solid. I fell to the ground.
"Ow! Shit! What is this?" I rolled over and saw a black box with my name scribbled on the top. I picked it up and set it on the table. No time for that now. I got dressed and through my hair into it's usual bun. With my DANCE head band tightly around my head I ran into the bathroom and did my makeup. I looked at myself in the mirror. Ugh. Today was gonna be one of those days. I walked to my room and grabbed my stuff for the day. I put on my shoes and my necklace. The one that he- I stopped myself. I shook my head and took two calming breaths. I headed to the kitchen, grabbed a muffin, and kissed my mom on the cheek. Then i was out the door.
Once at the studio, I prepared for the day to come. I got the music ready and cleaned the rooms. Banana-Rama is the studio owned my friend Hannah. We used to teach little girls together. After that incident.... I blinked back the tears. There was no denying that I missed her. I did everyday. I wish she would come home. I promised her the day she left that I wouldn't let Banana-Rama go under. And I have kept that promise since. You see, Hannah was the type of girl anyone could love. We were like sisters. But the day she found out that her parents, brother, and sister-in-law had died after being shot by two gang members, leaving her to fight for the custody of her niece, well she was devastated. I saw a whole new side to her. She was in Washington. She has been for a year. She left the day before the crash- ok stop. Don't go there. Anyway I missed her terribly and the little girls did too. I hated seeing her in that much pain. She we always so strong. When we found out the week before she left, we stayed cooped up in her room for days. I let her cry on my shoulder like a good friend should. I told her she needed to go get her niece. We still kept in touch though. Sometimes. I was interrupted from my thoughts when I heard the bell on the door ring. The first girl was already here. Holy crap 9 already! I quickly finished up and went to teach. Let's just get this day over with.
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