It was when you were little that you learned how to dance for you were taught by your mother. In your eyes she was the best there was but her friend didn't like your mother because she was able to get married to a wealthy man even if it was for pure love.

When you were seven your mother died from cancer. You had watched her die slowly and painfully. To ease her pain you danced for her every day and every time you'd pefect a move for her she'd smile at you and clap.

It was for three years until your father even thought of dating again and soon he found a woman with two daughters of her own and was a widow like he was a widower. They soon married. Only he didnt' know that she was once your mother's best-friend and hated you because you were the offspring of your parents. He hatred for you was passed onto her two daughters and even when you tried your hardest you could not hate them.

to take out your frustration you danced and drew. Soon they became the onyl time you felt at peace and free.

Then kids sstarted to pick fights with you so you learned how to fight for yourself to protect yourself, but that seemed to only cause more trouble for you.

So your step-mother told you that you are to study buisness and forget about your passions. If you stepped back to them then she'd make sure that your dreams would never be reached and your past will haunt you. You became your step-families' slave and that was all you were to be, but why did a boy you barely know make you feel like you are far more.