after being reminded by my dad about getting kicked out of ballet class when I was seven, I realised that I would be able to stand on my toes by now. confused? obviously. when I was seven or so, I joined ballet. Instead of listening to my teacher, I pouted when she asked me to smile, stomp around like an elephant when she told me to twirl, and jumped when she told me to leap(causing the mirror to fall). therefore, I was on the verge of getting kicked out. But my dear mother convinced her into letting me into the ballet show a week after, and then finally getting my tiny little but out of that ballet studio. so at the night of my performance my tooth was shaking. So, my ballet teacher, came to me, squated down and.. OWWWWWW!. she pulled it out. she was french. and mean. anyways, we were all ready, and we looked adorable. we were wearing these flower costumes and I was one of the lead dancers. but then, zzzzz. yes. I fell asleep. -.-' so there was one missing flower(girl) in the show. then, I got kicked out. heh. its okay. I dont need them! pfft. but I have to admit. I wish I could stand on my toes. sigh. so kids, thats how sharon got kicked out of ballet.


woah.





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