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to let you know beforehand you read the first chapter i fell in love with it. ballet. it soothed me, ever since her death. andrea. my sister. it was hard though. doing ballet with weak bones. like glass. people used to say "what, is your bones made of glass?" whenever i fell. i would start out my routine and fall constantly. but thats why i loved it. it gave me a challenge. i was a glass ballerina. i never got the weak bones until a few weeks after i started ballet. my mom soon got worried. of my glass bones."why does she fall down constantly?" she would ask each doctor. 25 of them. no one knew. she stopped at number 25. Dr. Malin- physical doctor and mental wise. he knew.
"well, it mentally happened. depressing things. she's experienced too many dramatic, miserable things. its eating off of her. basically, she has fragile bones from big, abrupt, depressing memories." he sighed. "but, i do recommened staying off thos feet and high heels. unless you want bloody feet. not a metaphor."
my mother covered her mouth, worried and shocked expression- but i knew, she tried to cover "dammit." thats what ive been doing for the past four months. sitting on a wheelchair. my mom didnt want anny risks. even if i was fine. secretly i would get up and do ballet. although i would fall. and make excuses when she checks up on me. but it was hard to with the bloody feet. i felt so imprisoned, and crippled. and so pitied. so many people would look at me and say that they felt so sad for me. blah, blah. even if they said that, i felt no sympathy. they were saying that to be nice. wow. that makes me feel SO special. |
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