Here is the story: The halls of School of Dance were huge. There was no denying that.This was going to be a doozy, trying to find my room. As I was walking, I tripped over something huge and went flying. “Oof! That was quite a fall!” As I stood up to brushed my shirt of, I suddenly saw something. A young boy, no older than 11, maybe 11 and a half, was curled up on the floor. Suddenly, I realized HE was what I tripped over. “Oh my god, I’m SO sorry!” I was hoping for a smile and “It’s fine”. Instead, he let out a huge chain of insults in a foreign language. Probably Russian. Russia could be one of the capitals of dance. Not good, I thought and sprinted, escaping the crime scene, looking for my name on a door. There it was! Paige Copeland! I raced in, looking out the peephole, looking for the guy who was probably reporting me to the police. I always wanted to be front page, but for something good not an incident with a headline of “13- year old girl jailed for damaging boys ability to kneel down on the floor to tie his shoe without the fear of being trampled” Harsh.I go down to the principals office where I'm needed. The principal welcomes me, tells me the rules, all that stuff. I turn to leave, but then the principals says " This is your welcome buddy, Alex. Alex, meet Paige. Paige, meet Alex. I turn and see the last person I want to see. Let's just say I sorta tripped over him this morning. I staggered back, and everything goes black
sorry about all the mistakes... scratch was not cooperating
