Ballet....I hated ballet.
"Mum I don't wanna go..." I sat on the living room chair as my mother twisted my long dark hair up and behind into a ballet bun. She placed bobby pin after bobby pin in the stubborn waves to make them stay put before dowsing my hair in hair spray. There was so much of it in my hair I could almost brake pieces off it was so stiff.
"Oh sweetheart I get it, your nerves. Your new friend and her family are coming to watch you preform. And it's your first solo as well?"
That's not it...
My mother kneeled in front of me before taking my face in her hands. "Don't worry hunny, you've practiced so hard and you know the who
A dull buzzing sound enveloped my ears as I sat there staring at the page in front of me. The page was still as empty as it had been an hour ago when the class had started. The task wasn't difficult or anything, or at least it shouldn't be. The art teacher had asked us to create and artistic image of ourself to represent who we are and who we see our selves as, as people. The more I stared at the page the louder the ringing became.
Wait...ringing...
"Mia! What are you doing? Come on! Let's go home" Quinn appeared at my side. Right the bell. That's what the ringing was.
"Sorry Quinn" I smile at the ash blonde girl as I put my books away qu
Ballet....I hated ballet.
"Mum I don't wanna go..." I sat on the living room chair as my mother twisted my long dark hair up and behind into a ballet bun. She placed bobby pin after bobby pin in the stubborn waves to make them stay put before dowsing my hair in hair spray. There was so much of it in my hair I could almost brake pieces off it was so stiff.
"Oh sweetheart I get it, your nerves. Your new friend and her family are coming to watch you preform. And it's your first solo as well?"
That's not it...
My mother kneeled in front of me before taking my face in her hands. "Don't worry hunny, you've practiced so hard and you know the who
A dull buzzing sound enveloped my ears as I sat there staring at the page in front of me. The page was still as empty as it had been an hour ago when the class had started. The task wasn't difficult or anything, or at least it shouldn't be. The art teacher had asked us to create and artistic image of ourself to represent who we are and who we see our selves as, as people. The more I stared at the page the louder the ringing became.
Wait...ringing...
"Mia! What are you doing? Come on! Let's go home" Quinn appeared at my side. Right the bell. That's what the ringing was.
"Sorry Quinn" I smile at the ash blonde girl as I put my books away qu
One direction adopted chp 1 by bayanova5713, literature
Literature
One direction adopted chp 1
One direction
I am an orphan my mum and dad past away 12.5 years ago , now I'm 14 as you see . My parents passed away when they had a car accident , well I was with them but I was seated in the back of the passenger seat , I was okay just a wound that now is a scar in my cheek , I've been here for 12 years and the half was because my aunt from mummy's couldn't afforded it but I stayed there for five months. And both of my parents had no more siblings . In the orphanage almost everyone loved because I was nice to them . But still no one would adopt me for some reason ... I really have no idea .
Today was a trip the manager was with us we real