Hurricane Girl, that’s how they all called her. She would leave no one indifferent. Either you loved her or hated her. That girl was self-sufficient. Courageous, independent, strong, she did not need anyone to survive. Anyway she had no choice but to fight to survive. She unfortunately had an unfaithful father who left when she was just 3, a mother who had never recovered from this shock, living of medicines and alcohols. Needless to say that she didn’t have a dreamy life. She hadn’t been to school long. After her high school graduation she had been to college just a year and she has stopped to start working, sparing her mother from having to pay for her to continue attending college. Even when saying she was fine, deep inside her, she envied them. She envied all those who were able to study, to have an easy and decent life. She envied them just as she hated them for being so arrogant, especially in this school.

This dance school, she was coming there every day to clean. Therefore she was used to meet all these students, doing what she was secretly dreaming to do. Some of them were kind to her but others, by their high status were having fun by scorning her. Messing up the practice room for her to clean it after them. Even if deep inside her she wanted to rebel, she just couldn’t. She could not afford to lose that job, not when she was sure to have found her goal and was fighting for it. Even if she was obliged to support these stupid and arrogant rich kids without respect.

Like every time she had finished with work, she was waiting at the rooftop for all the students to leave. Always with her old earphones on ears, those that she had bought with her first salary. Letting herself getting carried by the music. It was the only thing that could calm her, plunging her in a distant world, for a few minutes. Once the last student left, she came back inside the school, taking her shoes off, she didn’t want to have to clean it again. She came to a room, the practice room which she had the key. The owner had given the key to her because he knew how much she loved dance and she had begged him so hardly that he accepted to give the key to her but she was just allowed to use the room when nobody was around.

She took off her sweat shirt and started stretching. She thought about all the dancers here who had hurt a muscle just because they didn’t stretch. She laughed of their stupidity. It was so basic to stretch before practicing, she thought that she could be such a better dancer than all that girls if she had the chance to take classes as them. Then she decided to stop thinking about it. It was just a way of hurting herself.

Putting her USB Key on the hi-fi, when the music started playing, she just started moving automatically in front of the mirror. As usual, she improvised, leaving a place to all that she was feeling at the moment. She was carried by the music and her steps were agile like those of a swan. Even if it was just a little moment given by that director, she was enjoying it like it was the best present that should be never given to her. Song after song, she could not even feel the tiredness. But she automatically stopped dancing when a familiar face appeared through the mirror.

“I knew that I would meet you again.” He said, leaving her silent once again.