Spinning 

Turning all around

Whirling twirling

Upside down

Music bouncing in my brain

Dancing crazy 

Don’t refrain 

Jazz hands 

Kick line 

So much more too

Tell me what makes you twirl

And yell

Woo hoo!
 

She had the perfect view of the stage from where she was sitting in the audience. Watching them twirl around in circles mimicking their moves in her mind, one leap to the left another to the right. After what felt like minutes, the curtain fell and consumed the stage in blackness. As the clapping began Isabella’s mind traveled back to a few days before when she found out that her dream would finally become true. Ever since the first day of ballet practice it had been her dream to go and watch her favorite famous ballet, The Nutcracker. She had asked for a ticket ever since that day and finally on the fourteenth birthday it was coming true. She remembered opening the last gift and realizing that yet again she hadn't gotten the one thing she’d asked for. However, after finishing opening the gift her parents had surprised her with one another gift. It was a small box shaped present.

My dog has a super dance. No you did not read that wrong. My dog is a beagle and every morning he barks and runs all around the yard. When we got him we had a very long argument about what to name him. Eventually my mother played the ‘I’m your mother so I get to pick the name’ card. His name is now Oliver and he loves to eat and run and get headpats. He also is very afraid of everyone except my mother. Although he is a scardy cat he also lifts his legs and puts them on things just so he can get pat. When 3:30 comes around then they get food. He starts by jumping on his hind legs and spins like a top until whoever has fed him has put the food in the dish. Then he always lays down in his little bed and kinda falls asleep.

 

I waited at the starting line and as the flag went down I ran so fast that my blue  shirt made me look like a blue blur. I ran past another racer feeling the wind in my hair. I looked back seeing my blonde hair flowing out behind me. Running on and on I saw people cheering me on, which gave me waves of momentum. 

I soon came in view of my mother. She had on blue jeans and a pink shirt. On top of her blonde hair sat a straw hat, the ones that farmers wear. She yelled out words of encouragement to me, making me want to run faster. Next to my mom sat my younger sister who was only two years old. She had on a purple shirt and pink shorts. She waved her small fist in the air as I passed.