LOGIN"Dancing is the loftiest, the most moving, the most beautiful of the arts, because it is no mere translation or abstraction from life; it is life itself".--unknown Jessica Parker is a seventeen year old senior who loves dancing. She is dancing since she was a little girl when her mother took her to ballet lessons. Now older, Jessica loves dancing to hip hop music and because she loves it so much, she decided to enter a competition that would help bring her forward for the future. However, winning this dance competition is not easy for Jessica with people fighting against her and to top it all off the arrogance of Ethan Kingsley is getting on her last nerves. As time progress, Jessica and Ethan becomes closer and sparks fly. What will happen in their journey? And when Jessica is around Ethan, will she be able to stop her heart from dancing as well?
View More"Mom! Can you give me a ride to netball practise today?!" Tamara shouted from the top of the stairs on Saturday morning. I was sitting on the couch in the living room, watching television."I can't today, honey." Mom answered from her room. "I'm leaving to go out now. Ask your sister." Tamara skipped down the stairs and came over to me."Can you?" She asked hopefully."Sure. I'm going shopping for my dance outfit today anyways, so I will drop you off on the way." I answered."Oh good." she sighed and plopped down on the couch beside me. She took up the remote and change the channel."Hey! I was watching that." I protested, reaching for the remote.Tamara rolled her eyes and handed back the remote. "Fine." She turned to look at me. "How is practise by the way?" She asked."It's great. Progress is making." I replied."Cool." She turned back to the tel
"I'm sorry I soaked your shirt." I said sheepishly pulling back from Ethan and indicating his now wet shirt from my tears. I wiped the remaining tears from my eyes and glanced at the time. I had eight minutes before lunch was up. I had been crying in Ethan's arms for two minutes."It's no problem." He chuckled. "Are you okay?" He asked after a while.I nodded. "Yeah. I guess I am." We left the bathroom and stood in the hallway. I then looked at him quizzically. "Why did you come after me by the way?"He shrugged. "I heard what that girl said to you. I saw you left the cafeteria and I just decided to find you. By the way, your friends were coming after you and I sent them away.""You what? Why did you do that?" I asked shocked."I told them I would handle it. It's no big deal. Besides, I told them to go back and deal with the girl." He explained, as if that still made perfect sense.
My friends and I decided that we are carpooling today. We decided that they will carpool with me, so I was now driving to Amber's house to pick her up.I was at her house in ten minutes and I honk the horn for her to come. Amber did not exit her house as yet, so I honked again. A few minutes later, Amber came running from her house. She came and sat in the passenger seat of my silver sedan."Geez Amber, what took you so long? You want us to be late?" I scold her accusingly."Calm down. It was only five minutes." Amber rolled her eyes and I glared at her."Whatever." I said as I pulled from her house and drove to Dylan's. As soon as we reached Dylan's house, he got in."Hello girls." He greeted, givingus a big smile. We greeted him back and I drove to school.We reached school and I parked in the parking lot and got out."Hey, so who is driving tomorrow?" I ask
The following Wednesday, I woke up at 6:30am. I quickly took a shower, got dressed and went downstairs. My mom was in the dinning room sitting at the table when I got down. Tamara had left already because she had a science trip that was today."Hey Mom." I said as I passed her and went into the kitchen for breakfast."Hey sweetie." She answered. She took a sip of her coffee that was on the table as she read the newspaper in her hand. I came and sat in front of her with my breakfast when I was done. "How is dance practice coming on?""It's going great. I practiced everyday last week." I said taking a bite out of my waffles. My practice was coming on fine. I have gotten a head start on my routines and I was more confident. There was nothing that Ramona can say to get me down."That's good." Mom smiled and looked at me. Her face turned into a frown. "What's wrong?"I didn't realize th





