*Ella's POV*
I looked at myself in the mirror once again, sucking in my stomach. "I wish I was skinnier" I whisper under my breath.
I wouldn't really consider myself really fat or overweight, but I was always bigger than all my other friends. Like Chelsea is only 5'0 and weighs 95 pounds, and she ate way more than me. It isn't fair. I could walk past mcdonalds and gain like 20 pounds, and there was no way I would go to the gym ever again. I always had bad experiences in gym at school. I wasn't very good at sports and stuff like that. When ever I ran my boobs went everywhere and so did my fat and people used to make fun of me.
There was this one time, when I had made the swimming team, when I was 12, I had got super excited untill I realised I had to wear a bathing suit. Oh, who cares? I thought. I'm going to be in the water anyway, it's not like anyone's going to see me. I was terribely wrong. As soon as I walked out from the changing room, everyone stared at me. All the girls began to giggle and snicker to eachother. I saw all these 80 pound girls in bathing suits. I tried sucking in acting as if I was their size but I guess it was just impossible for my body to be that weight, so I was stuck with all these rolls of fat. That's when I used to starve myself and ended up not being able to go to swmming competition because my mom thought I was sick.
Worst year of my life. I lost all the weight through puberty but I'm still bigger than my friends.
I flopped down on my bed and looked staright up at my ceiling. I wish I knew more people in London. My aunts always working, and I guess Harry just never has time for me since he's living some fabulus life with his beautiful skinny model girlfriend.
I got up and grabbed my tutu. No.... Not alot of people knew I danced. I didn't look like that kind of girl, I looked more like a rebel with pale skin, baggy tshirts, biker boots and bright red hair, and to admit it back in New York...I kinda was.
I stared at my tutu for a few moments. I remembered the look on my ballet teachers face when I came in with my bright red hair she almost choked on her starbucks coffee. I don't blame her.... I was surprised I didn't get kicked out of dance. But I was always her favourite ever since I started when I was 3. I was a little shithead to admit it and I would do the dance moves perfectly, but I just never listened I always asked for food. Typical me.
I saw the little dance room downstairs. I mean I saw a few little girls in there dancing and it was extremely small compared to my dance arena. But I kind of missed going danicng 3 times a week. I walked down stairs in my leotard with my pink tights on underneath. I had a baggy tshirt on over top of it to hide it from other people from seeing. I had tied my hair in a ballerina bun that was a bit messy for my ballet teacher's taste. But she's not in London with me right...?
I opened the door to the dance room, and felt relived that no one was in the room. I locked the door behind me and dropped my gym bag on the floor. I pull out my ipod and my ipod docking station and plug it in. I listened to the first song that began to play. It was 'Kiss me" by Ed sheeran. Which was one of my favourite songs.
I slipped on my ballet shoes and did a few warm ups before I twirled around the area. The noises of the creaks of wood from the floor boards beneath me was the only noise I heard.
"Your heart's againest my chest, your lips pressed to my neck." I heard the pale ginger's voice come from my ipod. The music flowed all around me. Everything left my mind. All my worries were set free...I was free.
"I've been feeling everything from hate to love from love to lust from lust to truth I guess that's how I know you, so I hold you close to help you give it up." I twirl in the air and land back down on my feet as I slow down my dance steps as the music began to end.
