The Ballerina's Plan
Kaitlyn sighed as she stepped out of the changing room, her tutu brushing the doorframe. This was so ridiculous. She did not want to be in ballet, but since her mom owned the studio, she insisted. The pointe shoes pinched her toes as she walked over to the boys, glaring at the ones that gaped at her. It was so unfair. They got to wear t-shirts and trousers for the recital and here she was, all gussied up like... like a doll or something! How would they like it if they were in her place? Now there was an idea, she thought as they all did their stretches to warm up. What if? No, it was crazy. Who would she pick? The obvious choice, of course, was Tristan, her partner for the pas de deux at the recital. They were roughly the same height, that was why he was tapped as her partner. Just like all of the boys in the class, he wanted to be there. He had willingly signed up, not like Kaitlyn, who was only there because it was the only way to get her mom to let her do what she wan...