"Altitude, Chase, Grand Jete, and again." I could repeat those steps in my sleep. So many times have I done them. Every step I take is much harder than one other girls do. I love ballet, my whole heart is in it when I dance. The few other dancers in my school who share that passion for it are the perfect shape and size. I must work ten times as hard because of my curvy figure to do anything with near the amount of grace that they can master in a few minutes. What takes them hours, takes me days, or even months.
My name is Angela and this is my story. Sometimes we don't always get what we want, or sometimes our dreams are shattered; often by the discouragement of those we hold dearest. I started out normal, I was born into a quiet family. My father cared for his family in a practically way, my mother remained at home and cared for our large house. I had 1 other sibling; Sam, he was nearly 7 years older than I. I rarely see him now and after he left home, he became a distant name. More of a dream than a memory.
My earliest memory was dance. For a long time, all I could remember was wanting to be was a Prima Ballerina. I started dance when I was 5.
BINABASA MO ANG
Dancin' Like Nobody's Watchin'
Teen FictionThe dream to succeed. That's all Angela needs. Or is it? In the end, is that all we need? Or is it what we're missing? Some might go through life with nothing but their dream and fall apart. Others might go through missing the dream and living a lif...
