The bittersweetness of independence singed through Corinne's body. Finally summiting adolescence at eighteen, she basked in her liberation. With the last of her teenage years among her, she couldn't help but cling onto the passion that had stroked every detail of her life at childhood.
B-A-L-L-E-T. Six poetic letters, that together made maturing worth it. With each graceful gesture, her strong legs could whisk her away to a point frozen in time, where her problems were obsolete. And the fall following this summer, she would be beginning her pursuit of becoming a prima ballerina.
Really her journey began when she first slipped on a pair of pale pink pointe shoes, at just six years old. Now Corinne was by far no novice. Even at a young age she was skilled beyond her peers. Her teacher had noticed immediately that she possessed natural talent. Eventually she was offered a summer job at the ballet studio until she had to leave for college.
The coming of her last summer in her hometown meant passing the gift of ballet to one last set of little girls. Today was the first day of class, and as usual Corinne showed up early to start on a few maintenance related chores.
When the little ladies filed into the the ballet studio, the fresh scent of pine filled the air. The room was completely covered in mirrors which all glimmered, and mocked image of the twelve girls with colorful reflections.
Corrine could also be shown in her black leotards, skirt coverup, and sleek bun. She had a petite frame which was toned from years of dance. Though she did have a little more booty than the average prima ballerina. Corrine was not ashamed of her body, she knew she could not change what her mother had gave her. She had in fact taken many traits from her mother, from her chestnut skin to her large doll-like eyes.
"Okay little ladies, first position... one... two... three... fo—" Corrine was interrupted by the sound of the door opening. All of the little girls turned their heads to check out the commotion. A man strolled towards them with a little girl gingerly holding his hand.
The first thing she noticed about him was how easily he loomed her. He looked to be at lease 6'4.
"Hello ma'am. I am absolutely sorry. This is my niece, I'm aware I was supposed to have her here earlier... but I sort of fell asleep." Each of his words was painted with a heavenly British accent.
Corrine knew exactly who the little girl was, she had saw her around town playing with a few other girls who were in her beginners class last year.
Corrine stepped aside so the little girl could get around her. "Loral, come over here... " The other little girls beckoned to her. She raced to her friends and began chipper conversation.
Loral's uncle continued standing over Corrine, he look as If he wanted to spark conversation.
