Bec POV
Sweat drips into my eyes and my hair - which was once in a pristine bun - is falling around my face. I push myself to finish the last pirroutte before collapsing into a heap on the floor.
I am exhausted and as I look into the mirror I sigh in contempt. That was a successfull workout. I had completed 40 minutes of cardio before pushing myself to complete at least 50 pirrouettes. Being a dancer is hard, but its the one thing in life that is an outlet - and in a way, my only real love.
I push myself up off of the polished wood floors into a sitting position. Untying my pointe shoes I fight back the feeling of giving up. It was so easy to give in to the temptation of not training everyday. I would be lying if I said I didnt want to be in a warm bath at this very moment, but I knew that the only reason I'm leaving this small, suffocating town was because I worked hard.
My feet are aching, yet I've grown accustomed to the feeling. Looking down to examine the blisters, I run my fingers gently over the rough patches, my soft pads contrasting with the calloused bumps imbedded in my feet.
As I hop up, I gingerly push down on the hardwood floor and am not surprised to feel pain. An ice bath should suffice.
I pull on some ripped denim shorts over my leotard and grab my gym bag, opting to go barefoot.
Switching off the lights I say goodbye to the studio, and in a way, I say goodbye to my second home.
A/N
Hey
So this is just the prolouge of Unlikely and so its just a small insight to Bec and her life before she moves. It isnt stated specifically where she is originally from but it should pop up in later chapters.
Thanks for giving this a go xx
Han.
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Unlikely
Teen FictionShe's a dancer. He's a fighter. An unlikely pair. When Bec Foster gets a scholarship to The University of Roehampton, London, she packs up her life and moves accross the world to pursue her dancing dream. With an extremely high amount of student l...
