I had this chapter all written out but my laptop didn't have charge so I'm posting it right now :Dx
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I was standing in an unbelievably long line. I was afraid not getting chosen with the required 30, when the line consisted of 60 girls.
I watched girls' names getting called up, with their head held high as they walked, their smile stretched so wide, their chest gestured upright to show they had confidence, and also watched some with wet faces that had endless tears rolling down their cheeks.
It was almost my turn. I watched every single girls' dance routine, to see if I was better than them. They were sure a lot more flexible than I ever was or ever will be. Amazing dances caught my eye, but what also did catch my eye was overhearing our dance teacher reject it. It was quite frightening.
"Ghaneya Al-*****, your up." our dance teacher called out.
At first, I was forcing myself to stay in reluctance. Eyes began to look at me, so I couldn't stay any longer.
The music began to play, and all of a sudden I imagined myself the only one in the room, I danced and danced and danced! I thought I danced better now than I did then at my rehearsals.
I went up on stage and danced my heart out. I made it sure to look like I've been working so hard for this.
My dance ended, so I stood up tall with a grin on my face and waited to be judged.
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I ran back to the car, and headed back home.
I entered the house and marched up the stairs and straight away, skipped lunch, and headed to my room to charge my iPhone. It ran out of charge today out school since I was talking to Fouad in some of my classes and so did he.
I clicked on Twitter and headed to his user and noticed he began talking a long time ago.
"Hey G<3"
"Oh yeah.. you're in your dance auditions"
"I really wish I could see you dance, you've got to Skype me sometime and show me once my camera gets fixed!"
"I miss you"
Those messages touched me and made me smile.
"Hey F<3 I miss you more :(" I replied.
"Sooo?! how were the auditions?!" he asked.
"Good except that" I told him.
"Except what baby?" he answered.
"EXCEPT THAT I MADE THE TEAM!" I typed in joy.
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I was standing in an unbelievably long line. I was afraid not getting chosen with the required 30, when the line consisted of 60 girls.
I watched girls' names getting called up, with their head held high as they walked, their smile stretched so wide, their chest gestured upright to show they had confidence, and also watched some with wet faces that had endless tears rolling down their cheeks.
It was almost my turn. I watched every single girls' dance routine, to see if I was better than them. They were sure a lot more flexible than I ever was or ever will be. Amazing dances caught my eye, but what also did catch my eye was overhearing our dance teacher reject it. It was quite frightening.
"Ghaneya Al-*****, your up." our dance teacher called out.
At first, I was forcing myself to stay in reluctance. Eyes began to look at me, so I couldn't stay any longer.
The music began to play, and all of a sudden I imagined myself the only one in the room, I danced and danced and danced! I thought I danced better now than I did then at my rehearsals.
I went up on stage and danced my heart out. I made it sure to look like I've been working so hard for this.
My dance ended, so I stood up tall with a grin on my face and waited to be judged.
-
I ran back to the car, and headed back home.
I entered the house and marched up the stairs and straight away, skipped lunch, and headed to my room to charge my iPhone. It ran out of charge today out school since I was talking to Fouad in some of my classes and so did he.
I clicked on Twitter and headed to his user and noticed he began talking a long time ago.
"Hey G<3"
"Oh yeah.. you're in your dance auditions"
"I really wish I could see you dance, you've got to Skype me sometime and show me once my camera gets fixed!"
"I miss you"
Those messages touched me and made me smile.
"Hey F<3 I miss you more :(" I replied.
"Sooo?! how were the auditions?!" he asked.
"Good except that" I told him.
"Except what baby?" he answered.
"EXCEPT THAT I MADE THE TEAM!" I typed in joy.
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