KAT
It is the first day of ballet lessons, and I am not sure what to expect. My nerves are all over the place. A large part of me wants a bunch of little girls to show up, eager to learn ballet. But a small part of me fears that no one would show and solidify what I know; that I am an outcast.
Luke and I had walked from shop to shop asking to put flyers in their windows. Surprisingly, everyone was eager to help me out. Or maybe they were just eager to help out Luke's family. Either way, Luke and his father were expecting a large turnout.
Looking over his shoulder, Luke shoots me a hopeful smile. "Are you ready?" He says as he opens the doors, and a hoard of brightly colored tutus comes rushing into the gym with their mothers and fathers running behind them calling their names. The little girls rush towards me, and a flood of questions hit my ears.
"Are you a real ballerina?"
"Where is your tutu?"
"Is Luke your boyfriend?"