I was poor. I was of low status, yet i lived happily, hapiily alone within the the dirty and aged walls of the apartment. My dad would still send money, my grades were steady, but i was especially happy when i could do what i enjoyed. My passion in which i do with my soul&mind. In which i dance.

I thought everything would always be the same. My highschool life, and it's drama. My grades. My firends. The way i dance. I thought it wouldn't change. Or maybe it was me who didn't want it to change. But, in the end, it all changed.

Betrayal. Trust. Love. Sadness. Happiness

My emotions were mixed.