Post by ♠Sam on Dec 21, 2009 14:16:46 GMT -8
Shyanne, 'Shye' dipped her head and stuck out her foot. She swiftly did fouetté rond de jambe en tournant, spinning her body while kicking her leg up, and glided in the air in the grand jeté motion. She pulled up her body structure and felt the tightness of her sky blue leotard. Shye dipped her head back, and listened to the song in her head. The song sounded upbeat and slightly funky. Shye tilted her head up and let her red hair flip up awkwardly out of her bun. Swaying back, more hair flew out of her bun. Shye stuck her leg out in attitude, and swirled around with it out, like a figure skater. Sticking down her left leg, her hips wobbled side to side and she felt a sudden pain in her leg.
Leslie sat on the cold wooden floors and watched Leslie preform for the drama class. It wasn't like Leslie was even in the class or anything, or grade for that matter. She just couldn't stay away from Shyanne for too long. She liked watching her dance, anyways. She had a four point five gpa, so it didn't matter that she skipped calculus. She was the only one in that class, anyways. Either way, Leslie skipped it. She watched Shye's movements. Shye was twirling and swirling. Something Leslie could never do, out of water, that is. Leslie was a pure blood swimmer, and Shye was a pure blood dancer. Leslie was often jealous of Shye's swift body movements, but it didn't really bother her. They were so open on another level, it didn't matter. Anything Leslie wasn't, Shye filled the voids.
Leslie just found herself in awe, staring at her little sister moving her body swiftly on the cold floor.
Leslie sat on the cold wooden floors and watched Leslie preform for the drama class. It wasn't like Leslie was even in the class or anything, or grade for that matter. She just couldn't stay away from Shyanne for too long. She liked watching her dance, anyways. She had a four point five gpa, so it didn't matter that she skipped calculus. She was the only one in that class, anyways. Either way, Leslie skipped it. She watched Shye's movements. Shye was twirling and swirling. Something Leslie could never do, out of water, that is. Leslie was a pure blood swimmer, and Shye was a pure blood dancer. Leslie was often jealous of Shye's swift body movements, but it didn't really bother her. They were so open on another level, it didn't matter. Anything Leslie wasn't, Shye filled the voids.
Leslie just found herself in awe, staring at her little sister moving her body swiftly on the cold floor.
