SlaveToDance's profile picture. He was my everything, until he wasn't. Now I'm a slave to dance. Eat, sleep, breath...Live dance. It's what get's me through. #CompellingDestiny #NYU {18+RP/MC}

Gabrielle Wilson

@SlaveToDance

He was my everything, until he wasn't. Now I'm a slave to dance. Eat, sleep, breath...Live dance. It's what get's me through. #CompellingDestiny #NYU {18+RP/MC}

<< the front door and make a run for it, letting the door fall closed behind me as I make my way into another day.*


<< it had to be calculated and the second I heard the blender going off in the kitchen at the same time it did every morning, I pull open >>


<< positive she mass murders cabbages and spend a good hour chatting about everything and nothing. My escape had to be planned, >>


<< and tiptoe towards the front door. If I wasn't quiet, Mrs whatever her name is would hear me, come out of the kitchen where I'm >>


<< everything. It's insane. Switching off the TV, I grab my back and sling it over my shoulder before making my way out of the bedroom >>


<< chance to be in one of the top dance schools in L.A, so they hardly do the work. It's almost as if I've got to baby them through >>


<< in NYC had been better. It had been fun and exciting, and above all, the kids were nicer. Here, they all think they are owed the >>


<< every day was beginning to get old. The job was the only thing keeping me going, and it wasn't even all that fantastic. What I had >>


<< of the war; which I'm 100% sure she wasn't around for, were fun and exciting, the stench of her homemade cabbage soup being cooked >>


<< I knew no one here except the crazy old lady who'd rented me a bedroom until I found a place to live, and although her stories >>


<< would come still plagued my mind, and once I was satisfied all was well, then I'd head out to work. It was beginning to get boring. >>


<< Although I'd gotten away from what my old life was, that dread and fear of the day where his name was read out among those killed >>


<< have a slice of toast, a banana, two cups of coffee (gotta stay awake), then I'd have a quick check of the news - it had to be done. >>


*I'd been in LA now for a few weeks, and although I liked it, every day seemed to be filled with the same old boring stuff. I'd wake up, >><


<< this sorted out in the morning. I was way too tired tonight.*


<< upstairs. Checking for cars on either side of the road, I quickly run across. Fantastic first night in California.. I'd have to get >>


<< was standing. It wasn't ideal, but it would be a million times better than sleeping in what could only be described as a rats haven >>


<< sarcasm was pouring out in my thoughts as I scanned my surroundings and my eyes fell on a small hotel across the road from where I >>


<< of the building, pausing when I reach the sidewalk where the warm air hits me instantly. This warm, this late at night. Perfect. The >>


<< No way was I going to get a hold of the landlord at this time at night. Bouncing down the stairs, I make my way to the main door >>


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