This morning was no different to any other. No more changes, I don't think I could handle anymore as well. We ate breakfast, in an awkward silence because we didn't really have anything to talk about. Suddenly, after eating my last filling of broccoli, I remembered something. It wasn't really a memory, it's just I usually have nice convocation's with Miss Finch. But ever since there was no ballet, I didn't even get the chance to see her. She wasn't like any other teacher. Miss Finch was different. She actually understands our feelings, that's what I liked best about her. Before the first class, I had to check up on her. At least when I see her, It makes my day brighter. "I haven't checked on Miss Finch in a while," I told Irene, Alora and Elsie. "I should see how she is going before lessons start." "I will come with you!" Irene called as I ran the other way. We entered the cold, dratted basement. There was no one. Usually, Miss Finch would sit by the piano and play a sweet, lovely tune. It's the only thing that makes the dratted basement brighter. "Weird...where is Miss Finch?" I asked, confused. "Maybe sleeping?" Irene thought. "She wouldn't. She has night time for that...plus Miss Finch only does that when she has rough and busy classes the day before. But with no Ballet classes she would just sit by the piano, doing nothing but playing a lovely tune the whole day." My mum told me how nice she was as well. But then, something unusual caught my eye. A paper. The morning sun was flashing through the window, as if the sun wanted the paper to glow brighter. "What's that?" I asked, leaning down to grab it. Irene ran towards me. "Is that.. a note?" She thought looking like it was something she had never seen before. It's not everyday we find a note on the ground written by someone. It wrote, Dear Siara, I know you might have seen this because you were looking for me. I didn't want to disappoint you, but...I ran away. Far away. This is not the Rookwood school I know of, this school is not just about academics, it has a lot more to it. Like Ballet! But ever since Miss Knight has changed the rules, I felt more and more disconnected to the school. Like I don't belong...you know? I'm sorry if I let you down... Miss Finch This was not right. Because of these crazy rules, it made a teacher...sorry THE teacher. The best teacher in the world...run away...We needed to get to the bottom of this. And that we will do.
