Who I Am (Sequel to How did I get Here?)

Reed couldn't take Jamestown anymore after she and her dad got into a fight about the boyfriend who hit her. So she went to New York to pursue her life long dream of becoming a dancer. The New York Ballet Academy has taken her under their wing and given her an apartment. She lives alone and spends nearly every waking hour dancing as she tries to drown out the guilt and longing she feels towards her all-time-best-friend-and-possibly-boyfriend Alex. She still has no contact to her father or half-sister and she tries desperately to become a new Reed. But at age seventeen is that poossible?


7. Can't come up with a real title...

I walk up to the doors of studio L. Gina is meeting me here in a few minutes to see the school. Most of the hallways are deserted by now. It is nearly five. Only Gina, Alex, me and the office ladies are still here. My phone beeps, and I drop my bag inside the studio to go let them in. I run for the doors while checking my phone. Just as I thought it is a text from Alex, saying that they're here. I see Gina bouncing with excitement outside the glass doors. I wave at her and let them in. Without a word she runs ahead of me to the open studio doors. I laugh softly at her cute little frame running for studio L. She closes the door behind her, and I'm guessing that she is changing, so I leave her alone for a second. Alex' arms slide around my waist from behind me, and I lean back into his chest. We both turn our heads and share a quick kiss. When I can't hear Gina moving inside the studio anymore, I release myself from Alex' grip and go in. She is already trying to figure out where to put the plug on my iPod in. I take it from her and put on some classical piano. She goes to the bar and I start instructing her on what to to. Alex sits back silently and watches us work. I know that this is a rough patch for Gina, and I went through those places too. So I know how badly one can miss being in a studio without even knowing of it. After half an hour or so we move on to the small phrase that I made for her. She picks up easily, so I put another part on. She twirls all the way across the floor in a lovely little dance and ends the whole sequence with a chassé and a pirrouette in the middle of the room. "Did you see that Reed! I did it! I did it!" she exclaims proudly. "Yeah you did sweetie! I am so proud of you! Even I couldn't do a full pirrouette at your age!" I say and hug her. It's a lie, of course I could, but I want to let her have that victory. Alex hears it in my voice, and he raises his eyebrows from behind Gina's back. I shrug my shoulders lightly, and he smiles at me. After that Gina and I just jump around, training our teqnicue and improvising. When we finally leave the studio two hours later, it is evident in her little face how much she needed to dance. I make a mental note to check out ballet schools for her, just for fun. I show them the rest of the school before we leave. Outside it is freezing, and Alex was smart enough to dress Gina in some jogging pants over her wrap around skirt, but I didn't put one on, which I am regretting bitterly now. I whistle for a cab, an art Leo taught me when I first arrived in the city, and jump inside headfirst. We go for a light dinner at a cute little restaurant on the other side of the park. When we enter the restaurant people immediately start staring at me since I'm still dressed in a leotard and a wrap skirt in light blue chiffon along with my microfibre tights. When the time to pay comes Alex doesn't even let me pay for my own food. He picks up the check like the gentleman he is.
"Thank you." I say and lean across the table to kiss him lightly. We take a cab home, but they didn't come up. I let myself into my apartment and flop on my bed. Within the second I am dead to the world.

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