“Please don’t leave me!” I shouted after seeing my best friend, Kyle, die from a congenital heart disease. I still remember his last words and only I heard it.

“Miss Joyner! Are you even listening?” Miss le Haut, my ballet teacher, yelled. “You even fell while doing fouettes. You’re spacing out in the ballet studio! Your mom even called me that you’ll be participating in your dad’s theatre next week.” “Please take a rest, practice at home, and come back tomorrow.” She said, worriedly.

I lovehow my ballet teacher understands what I need. My mother, on the other hand, is, umm, a deadly serious ballerina and. she’s the best of the best in the world right now and I can’t help but be a disgrace to the ballet world. Well, I got the flexibility and strength. But my life’s sooooo boring. At least I still have ballet and Jake, my other BFF, by my side. “My life would probably be miserable if another tragedy happens after Kyle’s death.” I thought, spacing out while waiting for my ride.

“Rose!” Jake shouted while huffing because of running. “Why didn’t you answer my calls?

I was just from Kyle’s funeral.”

“Yeah, I was in the ballet studio. My mom didn’t let me go to his funeral” I frowned,

checking the pretty photos I took on the way from the studio because I wanted to.

“But why? You can’t go to your Best friend’s funeral just because your mom didn’t let you? That’s unfair! He’s your BFF for 9 years!”

“Well, you know my mom. The best ballerina of all time, while I’m here tripping on fouettes. My pirouette wasn’t even stable!” I said, my speaking volume rising.

“Whoa, chill, Rose. I dunno what those 'pee-rhou-eats' mean but you’re shoving it in

my ear.” He said. “By the way, your ride’s here.”

“Oh, then, call me.” I said hurrying to my dad’s vehicle.

“I’ll see you tomorrow!” Jake yelled, even when I was already inside the car.

“Your friend’s funny” my dad said, grinning.

“Yeah.” I shortly answered.

There were 20 minutes left till we get to mom’s mansion and silence filled the air. Dad

can’t help but be a chatterbox and asked me random questions until the worst

one came in my ear…

“You know, Rose, your mom and I had been discussing about this recently. “We think

we need to transfer you to a better school. We already thought of a school. King Arthur Elite School!” my dad screamed, startling me. But I didn’t like the

idea, even if Jake and I can think of a plan.

“Dad, how did mom and you fall in love?” I changed the subject, hoping dad would take

the hint that I hated the idea.

“Well, sweetie, long story short. I was a part-time ballerino then and my dad owned

the theatre in where your mom and my friend was supposed to dance in but my friend got injured and since I was the only one that knows my friend’s moves I was the one that replaced him and danced with your mother.  Then, 2 to 3 days later we met again but it was our pas de deux.” He told me, taking the hint that I hoped he’d know,

arriving to mom’s mansion.

I instantly called Jake and told him about the news that I’m transferring to another school.

“WHAT!?” he screamed in the phone. “WHAT ABOUT ME AND KYLE!?”

“I don’t know, Jake” tears rolled down from my eyes. “I don’t know. Even if my mom let me

go to his funeral I still woudn’t have gone. ---TO BE CONTINUED

“What do you mean 'even if your mom let you, you wouldn’t have gone'? To his funeral? Did

you two fight before he died or somethin’? Jake asked.

“It’s not that, idiot. It’s because he said something to me that I can’t stop thinking of.” I answered.

“Well, are ya gonna tell me or nah?”

“Of course I will, but you won’t be the first one that Imma tell it about.”

“Then who? Your butler?”

“Wow, you’re getting better at guessing these days.”

"Wait, wait- WHAT!?”

“Stop yelling, please.”

“OH, sorry about that”

I needed to lie because Kyle told me not to tell anyone about it. He said that he sabotaged my marriage with someone when I was 5 years old. He loved me. But I didn’t love him back. He was like my own brother. And now, the only thing I

need to do is find the one that was supposed to be my husband. But I didn’t hear his name clearly ‘cuz Kyle was already stuttering. I think he said

“Angel”(?). Then, I slept with many thoughts lingering in my brain and overslept. I had to catch up in my school and I needed to do an overtime school since I was late.

“Position one! Position two!” I heard while hurrying to the ballet studio.

“Rose, why are you late?” my co-ballerina asked.

“I packed my things from my locker since I’ll be transferring to an elite school” I replied.

“Ooh, is it King Arthur Elite School? There’s a LOT of hot boys there.” She informed. I don’t really care about boys so I wasn’t interested.

“Rose!” My mom shouted, startling my co-ballerinas.

“Oh, mom!” I said. “What are you doing…here?”

“Rose, I want to see you practice. You’ll be performing for the “Swan Lake” performance

in your father’s theatre in South Korea.” She explained.

I came back to practice after a short chat with mom. An icy vibe was there the whole time as she was watching me. But pressure surprisingly made me focus. “So the performance that Miss le Haut had mentioned must be Swan Lake. That’ll leave me exhausted.” I thought, anxious about performing as Odette (Search it up).

After practicing, my mom came inside of the studio in her leotard. She sentimentally danced into some songs but her unexpected performance left me and the other ballerinas satisfied. All her moves were clean yet full of emotion. We got on dad’s limo as I knew that I’ll be going to the school that my dad mentioned and got home as a family. I came to the mansion’s dance area and started doing some basic stretches that I call as my habit whenever I’m nervous. After all of that exhaustion, I changed into comfy clothes and laid on my bed. Then, a memorable conversation with Kyle popped in my head, randomly.

“You know, Kyle. I hate loving someone.”

“Oh? Why is that?”

“Because, when I love someone, I have to learn to let him or her…go.”

“Well, I already know that you’re ready to let me go since we’ll always be this close to each other.” He said, gesturing a small pinch with his fingers

Tears flowed down my pillow. “This is probably why I don’t like someone now. Not even celebrities. I can’t believe how much I cry these days. This is too much for a 17 year old to handle.” I thought.

 “OH, SHOOT” I suddenly yelled.

“Ma’am, what happened!?” my butler said, busting my door open. ---TO BE CONTINUED

“Oh, nothing hehe.” I said, surprised.

The butler didn’t need to know that I forgot to call Jake. As I opened my phone, it was full of missed calls. So I called him and gulped that I was conscious of his expected scream.

“YO ROSE! WHY DIDN’T YOU PICK UP ALL MY CALLS!? DID SOMETHING HAPPEN!?” Jake predictably shrieked.

“Quit screaming like a donkey, will ya? I just forgot cuz I was tired.” I calmly explained.

“Oh, okay.” He sighed of relief.

“Okay, any updates?”

“Umm, you’re transferring to that elite art school, uhhh, KAES, right? I heard that there’s a lot of hot boys there and you may get your chance.”

“KAES, yes. Boys, I don’t care.”

We chatted until midnight. My joy finally came back but our conversation felt like it had a hole in it. ‘Cuz Kyle wasn’t there. But it was satisfying. Then, I slept.

“KRING KRING KRINGGGGG” my alarm fills the quiet morning.

I dressed up in the uniform but--- THE UNIFORM’S TOO SEXY. The top is like a cropped top but there’s a tube top inside and the skirt’s just hanging on my waist, supported with JUST A BELT. But it was secured, though. So I thought,

“The designer must be smart.”, forgetting that I just hated it a while ago. Well, it’s a no choice situation. Thus, I came to school.

“Wow, that girl’s pretty.”

“Oh my. Is that the, famous ballerina, Joyner’s only daughter? I never thought she could be so appealing.”

“Ooh, her figure is so perfect!”

Murmurs welcomed me through the art school but only one person caught ng my attention.

It was a black-haired guy. But girls were everywhere around him. “Rose! Get a hold of yourself! You’re here to study!” I warned myself.

“Good morning, class! Let me introduce your new classmate, Miss Rose Joyner! Please come in.” the teacher said.

“Good morning, everyone!” I waved with a smile. Unexpectedly everyone agreed that I was pretty! I didn’t think I was because I didn’t really meet people because I only studied through a tutor and I met Jake online. “I’m Rose Joyner, 17, and a prima ballerina.”

Everyone gave a good impression of me. But I noticed…BLACK-HAIRED GUY IS IN MY CLASS! “Please don’t tell me that I’ll be sitting beside him.” I hopefully thought.

“Miss Joyner, please sit beside Mister Robles over there-“she said, pointing to Mister Black-Haired guy.

“SH*T.” I blurted, startled. I interrupted the teacher. “OH MY GOSH. I’M SO SORRYYY.”

“No, it’s okay. You’re probably one of his fans.” She implied.

“Um, no, no, ma’am. You totally misunderstood me-“I said hurriedly. WAIT, I just saw “Robles” blush!

“Please go to your seat.” She quickly replied. So I did.

“Hi.” I said to Mr. “Robles”.

He ignored me. The girls, on the other hand, were staring at me. “They must be his fans” the thought popped on my head. But, I ignored them and listened to the lesson. But I couldn’t. He has that sentimental vibe that goes along with his attractive face and perfect figure. So I can’t help but blush. “What the hell is going on with me!?” I thought, quietly slapping my cheeks. The exposing outfit only made it worse. Finally, class was over.

“Oh, students! Before you leave, pair yourselves with your seatmate for your first photography project. First place will have a ticket to the South Korean ballet show.” ---TO BE CONTINUED