The sun was setting when I headed down the dark alley way to get to Jamie's. I pushed open the door and made my way to the locker rooms to change. I traded my skinnies for shorts and my boots for a pair of supras.
The private room was dark and empty when I entered. I hooked up my Ipod to the sound system and turned on Turn Up The Music by Chris Brown. As it started I let the music flow and began to dance. Step, ball change, side arial, corkscrew. These thoughts were all that ran through my head as I danced. Nothing else just me and the music.
An hour and a half later I was done and walking back in my front door. . . with my angry faced mother waiting for me. Again. Woah deja vu much.
"Where have you been?"
"At the studio" I shrugged.
"Well you should have been packing!"she accused.
"Why, it's not like I''m leavig tomorrow?" She gave me a sad look.
"No" I whispered.
"Yes"
"I guess I'll go pack then"
I trudged up the stairs and pulled out my duffle bag. I threw in some underwear, shirts, camis, pants, and dance clothes. Then I added in toiletries and shoes. Next was jewelery and other accessories. Last I grabbed a backpack and placed my Ipod, phone, and laptop in. Also I put in some other personal items.
When I was done I fell into bed and nodded off into a peaceful slumber.
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Call Me Quinn
Teen FictionQuinn Baker is 17. Her dad and 5 brothers left when she was 5 and ever since then shes been a "rebel". When her mom finally hits her breaking point she sends her to her dads in hope of an attitude change. So now we have a rebel girl, 5 overprotecti...
