Rachel extended her arms high above her head, held, then slowly bent herself in half till her hands pressed flat against the floor. Around the dance studio, others were stretching as well. The class was just beginning, and in a few moments, their instructor would start running through the warm up routine before they divided into groups to work on their different performances.
When dance was held after lunch it was always a bit of a struggle to get going. Almost the entire class was watching what they were eating, especially this close to the final recital, and after lunch everyone was hungry and a little grouchy. Without fail, the teacher was late. Every Thursday, he was late. The class knew to get on with their warm up, as he expected them all to be ready when he did show up.
There was a commotion near the doors to the studio – gasps and denials and swearing. Rachel straightened up as someone left the room and one of the girls called to the rest of them “We’re on fucking lockdown!”
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When dance was held after lunch it was always a bit of a struggle to get going. Almost the entire class was watching what they were eating, especially this close to the final recital, and after lunch everyone was hungry and a little grouchy. Without fail, the teacher was late. Every Thursday, he was late. The class knew to get on with their warm up, as he expected them all to be ready when he did show up.
There was a commotion near the doors to the studio – gasps and denials and swearing. Rachel straightened up as someone left the room and one of the girls called to the rest of them “We’re on fucking lockdown!”
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