The Dancer

Lily Scott finally has her dream come true when she is accepted into the best performing art school in the state, but things don't turn out like Lily hopes. She realizes to be a dancer you have to be light on your feet, and that's not easy to do when you're 160Ibs. Lily has to decide if she wants to give up her health to live her dream. Can she do it?

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2. The Dream

I stood outside the school just looking at how big and amazing it was.  I couldn't believe I was actually here.  It took so much to get here, but I did it.  I couldn't really have done it without my dance instructor, she's the one who got me into this school on the scholarship, so my parents didn't have to pay for it.  My parents don't have a lot of money due to the fact that they never went to college.  They decided to have me instead.  They wanted me to do better with my life, which is why they have never let me date.  I still did date, I just didn't tell my parents about it.  I've never really had a serious relationship though.  Guys were often attracted by my long blonde hair and long limbs.  I was about 5'10 and the running helped my legs look more toned. 

I walked through the big doors and walked down the long hallway.  I was staying in room B20.  As I walked through the hallway I looked at all the numbers on the door and finally found my room.  I took my key out and opened the door.  Standing in the room was a really small girl with short brown hair.

"My name is Lily and I'm your roommate."  I said extending my hand.

"Hi, I'm Allie.  That's your bed over there."  she said pointing to the bed on the left.

"Cool."  I said placing my stuff on the bed.

"So, are you from around here?"  asked Allie hanging up posters of One Direction and 5 Seconds Of Summer

"Yeah, I'm from Brooklyn.  Where are you from?"  I asked while unpacking some clothes.

"I'm from Chicago."  she said turning from her posters.

"What's your major?"  I asked.

"Acting.  You?"  

"I'm a dancer."  I said.

"Wow, I thought dancer had to be short?"

"Well, some are."  I said finishing up my packing.

"You don't have that many clothes, do you?"  she asked looking at me putting the last shirt on the hanger.

"No, not really."  I said.

"You don't have any posters either?  Do you not like any bands?"

"I do.  I just find posters creepy is all."  I said sitting down on the bed.

"Mine won't bother you, will they?"  she asked sitting down next to me.

"No, just as long as we cover them up when I'm changing."  I said grinning.

"Alright."  she said smiling too.

"Have you seen the entire place yet?  I haven't."  I said standing up.

"Nope, not yet, but they are having a meeting in student center in about five minutes."  she said standing up too.

"What's the student center?"  I asked as we walked out of the room.

"It's where we eat."  she said as we walked.

"Do you think we'll have any classes together?"  I asked.

"Probably not.  We are in different majors."  she said as we walked into a big room with a bunch of tables.

We sat at a table by ourselves.  After we sat down a women who looked to be in her late forties came in.  She must be the headmaster.

"I would like to welcome you all to the New York Performing Arts School."  she said.

This really was a dream come true.

 

 

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