My names Tomika young I'm 8, my mom just enrolled me in this stuffy dance class I.hate.IT I walked in with my mommy it's ballroom dance bleh there's a lot of girls a few boys
T: mommy I don't want to be here
M: sorry sweetie
T: don't go please stay
M: have fun
She kissed my forehead and left the teacher came up to me
?: hi are you Tomika
I nodded my head
?: come on
She took me to the middle of the room we all got in a circle she told us to sit down and say stuff about our selves I kept quiet mad I didn't talk the entire time
THE NEXT WEEK
Great I'm back here again I go every Wednesday ugh I've been dreading this, I go in same people I go to a bench and eat my snack. I try to get down but it's to high up. I huff I feel a presence next to me I turn and see
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He smiled
?: hi I'm zack
T: did I ask?
Z: why are you so mad
T: leave me alone
Z: seriously are you ok
T: no I don't want to do this stupid dance class
Z: you and me both
T: why are you here
Z: my parents want me to learn how to dance cause it'll be important one day I guess
T: my mom thinks I need to be classy you eat one booger
He chuckled a little
T; you know I was kidding right
Z: yeah
A girl walked up she looked like
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