For Love Of Dance.

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For Love Of Dance

Lucy turned up the speakers and put on her ballet shoes. Staring in the mirror as she twirled around in her little pink tutu, trying to do a pirouette.  She fell on the floor.  She never was good at doing pirouettes.  Lucy had loved to do ballet for as long as she could remember.  Her parents though of it as a waste of time so they never sent her to any classes, but when they were away and nobody was watching Lucy would dance.  She would pretend to be one of the sugar plumb fairies like in the nutcracker and perform in front of her stuffed animals.  They were always willing to watch her. And at times it seemed like they were the only ones that understood her.  Lucy was thirteen years old and was very tall for her age and very skinny.  She had long, curly blonde hair that almost covered her belly.  She was a very pretty girl, but the kids at school did think so.

 Lucy didn’t have many friends at school.  She was the type that preferred coming home and dancing some ballet by her self in front of the mirror then playing video games, and going to the movies like the rest of her kids her age.  Linda was Lucy’s best friend and only friend.  Linda was a loner as well, but she did not share Lucy’s love for ballet. Linda though of ballet as a waste of time just like everyone ells.  ‘’Come on Lucy!’ she would yell. ‘There are better things to do on Friday nits then stupid ballet!  I don’t understand why you like it so much.’’  

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Linda was the type that tried very desperately to fit in.  She was Lucy’s friend but at times seemed like she would rather to play with the popular kinds.  She would laugh and make jokes about Lucy’s love for ballet and call her names behind her back.  Lucy herself didn’t understand why they were friends.  Linda herself wasn’t the prettiest girl.  She was a lot shorter and fatter then Lucy was.  She had wavy brown hair that fell on her shoulders and wore glasses.

One day as Lucy sat in class practicing pirouettes in her head an announcement ...

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