~~~"Toe!!! Now, 5th position,lower than that Angie!!!" The ballet teacher screamed at the class, her face turning the color of a ripe tomato.

~~~Mari sighed, she was tired of her teacher yelling at her friends, and her best friend Angie.

~~~"Now," The short plump lady said in a strictly, "From the top! And this time," She looked over at Marie, "No mistakes."

~~~Finally, at the stroke of four o' clock, the bell rang. Mari went to regular school there until 2:30 pm, then she had ballet every night until four. She sometimes wondered if the teacher kept yelling at them, that she would lose her love for dancing, she didn't think so.

~~~Mari sighed with relief this time, blew a piece of her reddish-brown hair out of her face, and stuffed her shoes in a her "Enviromentally friendly bag".

~~~Angie walked over to her with a tired expression glued on her face,"The next time that happens, she will get a piece of my mind." she said as she pulled her gorgous wavy beach-blonde hair out of her ballerina bun. Mari had just the opposite, extremly curly red brown hair a few inches past her shoulders. Angie and Marie had been friends since the third grade, and were still strong if not stronger.

~~~"I'm sure you will, but come on let's get out of here."

~~~The two went outside and got in Mari's moms car.

~~~"Hey girls! How was it?" she said as always, optimistically.

~~~The two groaned in unscision.

~~~"Oh, well I suppose I won't ask that again." Her mom said, and the rest of the car ride was silent.

~~~That night as Mari was getting into bed, she heard something. She shuffled nervously to the window and pulled her curtains back slightly. The noise errupted again, it was a loud clanging and it was in the ally across the street. Mari shuddered as she closed the curtains and crawled into her icy bed. Whatever that was, hopefully it wouldn't be there tomorrow.