Biker and the Ballerina | COMPLETE |

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  5 years later
Tracy's pov.

"Plier(bend)........relever (rise) " our dance instructor repeated for the tenth time,  the newbies were getting tired looking like their knees where going to break,  but for people like me,  doing a plier relever ten times was nothing

"Madame jenevivé " one of our newest students called out

"Oui" our pretty french instructor answered

"Could we take a break please,  just five minutes " the poor girl pleaded looking exhausted,  I remember when I was like that so weak

"No no no,  we need to do this in order to master the sissonme ouvert" she said very strictly I was about to make a contribution when someone's phone began to ring,  we all turned looking for the culprit,  my cheeks heated up when I realized it was my phone

"excuse moi madame" I said embarrassed and smile when I check the caller ID and see it's my mother

"Hey mom"

"Tracy.... I'm coming to pick you up I'll be at your dance class in five minutes " she said and cut the call,  my mom is picking me up?,  wow I never taught I'd live to see this day,  but there obviously must be a reason she's not at work but coming to pick me up.... I quickly put my phone into my gym bag and pull out my  hoodie and jeans from it,  I walk into our dressing room and take off my ballet shoes and clothes and put on my normal clothes I walk out of the dressing room to the main hall where they were still practicing their plier relever

"I'll be off now madame " I say holding my gym bag over my shoulder

"Okay tracy " she said with a sweet smile,  her smile is beautiful, I'm jealous

"No fair how come she gets to leave " one of our newest students whined

"Because she's an excellent student and already knows how to do a proper sissonme oùvert "  madame jenevive replied sassily making me laugh. I walk out  the door of my ballet class where my mom was waiting inside her car,  I smile and got in the front seat

"Hey mom " I said really happy to see her

"How was class today tracy " she asked no emotion present on her face

"Fine"

"What happened in class today? " she asked turning to me for a second

"Same old, same old " I say the happiness I was feeling moments ago suddenly fading , she turned to me angrily and gripped the steering wheel before turning back to the road

"Tracy,  your a smart girl I know you are,  because your my daughter... how many times will I tell you when your asked a question reply wisely,  don't follow all these teenagers to be answering simple questions with stupid answers,  is that understood tracy?" she said strictly,  I forgot

"Yes mommy " I said and looked out the window

"We're moving tomorrow " she said focusing on the road
"okay " I said not shifting a single bit, after moving the first time from New York to California because of my moms work I felt bitter and terrible but we didn't stop there we have moved to seven different locations after that one and the more we moved the less it affected me,  I just try not to make any friends because I don't know whether in the next three months I'll be moving again