Narrative Essay About Dance

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Ballet, to some a beautiful and graceful dance, to me an utter nightmare. All through my life I, along with my 2 older sisters, my mother had forced us to take ballet.As a former professional ballerina, my mother had expected us to inherit her genius, my sisters, Britney and Elena, fit this mold with ease while I, on the contrary, did not. No matter how hard I tried, my dance, if you could even call it that, just ended up getting worse and worse. My mother, who just couldn’t believe the ballet gene had skipped me, blamed the teachers and hired a new one every time I so much as tripped. The teachers, instead of helping me, progressively got more and more malicious, due to their desperation to avoid my mother’s wrath. Finally, I decided enough …show more content…

I was sitting in my room wondering what I should get my mom for her birthday when I heard her screeching my name from downstairs. “Gabriella !” Rosa Vasquez, my mother, exclaimed,” I have something to tell you !” While rushing downstairs, my heart thumped anxiously, because my mother was a petite, meek woman, and never really screamed unless it was either really important or about ballet. When I arrived downstairs, I found her already waiting for me at the bottom steps with a wide, Cheshire grin on her face. “Hello sweetheart,” she said with that creepy grin still on her face. “Um, hi mom,” I replied hesitantly, getting ready to …show more content…

Chills ran down my spine at the thought of going back to that cold, dark studio that promised nothing but misery and loneliness. For the next 3 days, the only reason I stopped sulking in bed was to go to school, and even then all I did was trudge through school defeated, not paying attention to my teachers or peers. Throughout my classes, many of my peers noticed something was wrong and confronted me about it. I shut them out cruelly, due to the building frustrations and tension I felt. “Hey Gabby, you’ve been acting a bit off lately, are you ok,” Maria asked me with concern laced through her voice. When I first joined the gymnastics team I felt out of place because of my lack of knowledge, Maria saved me by kindly showing me the ropes and becoming my first, real friend. She is the complete opposite of me in every way, which, I assume, is why we got along so well. Where she was tall, 5’10, pale, and extremely outgoing and friendly; I was short, with a meager 5’5, tan, from my Hispanic heritage, and a bit more shy and secluded. “Maria, I really don’t have time for you right now,” I said with a sneer before walking away

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