Might start off a little slow but, IT WILL GET BETTER :D. __________________________________________ .:Victor:. Anjel, keep up. Your turn was sloppy. .:Anjel:. my bad Victor .:Victor:. don't be sorry, correct yourself! Victor was my gay, dancing coach. I've been dancing with him since I was like 5 and now I was 17 and going to compete at nationals for the grand title. I was working so hard today that I though I wore out my foot undies.www.polyvore.com .:Victor:. come one Anjel you got to be fierce. And hit 1,2,3 I tried my hardest to keep up with Victor, but I was so tired. ^ hours was my limit. I collapse to the floor, breathing hard. I could feel the sweat dripping off my forehead. .:Victor:. you tired, mi amor? .:Anjel:. yes .:Victor:. alright, go hit the showers and call it a day. I got up and took a shower and got dressed in www.polyvore.com I grab my bags and got in my GALLARDO LP 560-4( a lamborghini) The one my parents got me last year, even though I had a car alread! y from my 16 birthday. Speaking of my parents, they were big time investors and my father the president of Hawkins enterprises. I pulled into our 5 car garage. The mercedes was here so my mom was home. .:Anjel:. mom, I'm home! .:Brenda:. Hey honey , How was the your ballet practice? .:Anjel:. tiring, when is dinner? .:Brenda:. when your father gets home, chef Paolo said around 7:30. .:Anjel:. mom, you should try cooking .:Brenda:. cooking is for the poor, and we are not savages. .:Anjel:. i can't wait
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