SHE slowly crept down the hallways, trying to be as quiet as a mouse. Her jazz shoes maked small, unnoticeable, squeaks. Her hands were still covered in the smelly, crimson substance.
But not to worry, the blood was from her gloves.
She turned back around, scurrying to the closet. creek.. It still smelt like death, it makes sense. The corpse was still there, left for someone to find it.
She smiled and rubbed her hands on her leotard. She hoped that the dried blood would be just as bright as the leo. She smirked, looking at the corpse. That Mackenzie bitch deserved it.
No one comes running into her studio and steals her solo. No one.
Chloe felt like she'd have to doubt again, she didn't mind. It was kinda fun. Hearing her scream and gasp for air, was the sound of victory.
She quickly changed her jazz shoes into pointe shoes and was off to Studio A.
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Thoughts? I just randomly thought of this lol. Hope you enjoy my first story!
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leotard + C H L O E
Mystery / Thriller"What's that red stuff? oh, It's just my leotard. "
