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| Chapter Four- Don�t Belong �Back straight, Miss Robson,� Madame Lorretta critcized. Mercedes rolled her eyes, straighting out even more so. It seemed that Madame Lorretta always picked on her more so than the rest of the students, just because she was not born with �the feet�. But Mercedes planned to show her, to show everyone that she can and will suceed. She planne don getting accepted to the ABC, to prove that if you tried hard enough, you could succeed. �Mercedes! Pay attention!� Madame Lorretta sneered, now standing right in front of her. �I�m surprise you even came back. You do not belong here.� �I am not a quitter,� Mercedes stated strongly. Madame Lorretta glarred at her, as she walked away. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Once class was over, Mercedes started practicing the move that gave her trouble again. �Ugh!� Mercedes screamed out in frustration. �I will get this move!� �Whoa! Tough day?� Mercedes looked towards the door, to find she was not alone. �Hey Amalia,� Mercedes sighed. �So what�s the trouble?� Amalia asked, walking towards Mercedes, till she stopped in front of her. �Ugh! I just can�t get this one stupid move we learned in class a few weeks ago.� �Which one?� Mercedes showed her the move, at lease tried her best to show it. �Oh, that one,� Amalia said. �That gave me a little trouble too. Just keep at it and you�ll get it.� �Easy for you to say,� Mercedes said wishfully. �You are great at this. You have the feet, unlike me.� �I have something that can make you better,� Amalia said leaning in. She looked around to make sure no one could se or hear them. She then pulled a medicine bottle out of her bag. �They are energy boosters. They will give you all the energy you need. They make you better and stronger.� �You mean steroids?� Mercedes asked big eyed. �No, they�re like them, only better.� �Where did you get them?� �My mom got them for me. I was having the same trouble you were, till I took them. Now I�m at my best! They�re healthy, there�s nothing bad with them, or my mom would never have given them to me. So you want some or not?� �I don�t know,� Mercedes said unsurely. �Here, take this bottle, I always can get more. Decide for yourself, but I�m telling you, it�ll improve your dancing. I gotta jet, bye.� Mercedes just starred at the small orange medicine bottle in her hand, after Amalia left. She finally picked up her bag, throwing the bottle in it, deciding to call it a day. |
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