The moment Aurora stepped into the institute, she rushed into the dressing room and changed before hitting one of the empty classrooms. When Mozart's 'Fur Elise' came up on the music box, she moved into a resting position and closed her eyes, inhaling softly through her nose.
She counted slowly, from ten backwards. It was a mantra she did each time before dancing, something her ballet master taught her. When she reached one, her eyes snapped open,
And then she danced.
Aurora moved with passion, all the pent-up anger that had been brewing inside her chest, she pushed into her steps. Her toes glided and bounced from the hardwood but she never stopped. As the song drew to an end, she did a fouetté continuously until it ended. Her heart thumped loudly, each heavy breath expelled through he
