My name is Louana Halls, I'm 15 years old and obsessed with dance. I live in rainy old England but my dream is to dance professionally in America.
Sounds fairly stereotypical, right?
You're not wrong.
My life is the personification of typical. I'm always either on the Internet, dancing, eating or sleeping.
But I'm happy with my life.
Most of the time.
I'm running through my school being chased by a panda. I turn the corner and there stands a pillow. Yeah, I said 'stands a pillow'. A pillow with legs. I dive towards it and it explodes into thin air, leaving a lampshade rolling on the floor. I jump over it and I'm next confronted by a toilet. I turn my head and see that the panda is still chasing me, so I take off into a sprint. I finally spot the front door to the school as I use my final burst of energy to crash through it. Or so I thought. I collided head on with the glass door as it stayed completely stationary. I frantically rattled the handle, trying to open it before the panda catches up with me. Speaking of the panda, I catch sight of it out the corner of my eye. It dashes towards me as I cower into the corner, curling myself into a ball. Instead of the impact I was expecting, I was greeted by the loud, irritating buzz that wakes me up in the mornings.
I sit bolt upright in bed whilst trying to catch my breath. Strange dream, huh.
I slam my hand down on top of my phone in an attempt to stop the alarm but end up knocking it off the table. I groan as I swing my legs over the side of the large bed and pick up the phone. I unlock it to find 4 texts and 3 missed calls. I open the texts first, curious as to who they were from.
'Unread message from: Stacey x'
''LOU! Are you awake? BRING ME FOOOOOD"
I quickly tapped in a reply, telling her to get some herself before opening the next text.
'Unread message from: Jess x'
"Are you coming to contemporary class today? Tom's choreographing... Oh, almost forgot! Ballet intensive workshop at 4! Bring pointe shoes! Love x"
I sigh and decide not to go seeing as Tom was choreographing. Tom is my ex boyfriend and dance partner. Things aren't very good between us. I text her back telling her that I have other plans for the morning but I'll be there at 4. Ballet has always been my passion.
I don't bother to read the other two messages or calls and put my phone down as I slide my way off the edge of the bed and start walking towards the bathroom. I turn the shower on and wait for the water to heat up before climbing in and letting the steam relax me.
After having a long shower I decide to get ready for the day. I quickly blow-dry my long blonde hair and tie it in my usual style; a high, tight bun. I brush a small amount of mascara onto my eyelashes to define my dark eyes and apply my favourite pink lipgloss.
I wander out of the bathroom into my room and grab a leotard and tights with a pair of tracksuit bottoms and a hoodie before slipping it all on. I pick up my phone and dance bag and stroll down the stairs to the kitchen. I have my usual small bowl of weetabix and fruit with a glass of water before picking up my keys and leaving the apartment for the day.
Sorry, I'm aware that the boys haven't been mentioned yet but bear with me! This is my first time writing so please don't murder me because its crappy :(
Comment your opinions please!
Love you allllllll