'Kay...Here's my story.

'Kay...now unlike my many other this is serious.

For a long, long time, I've dreamed of being a writer, so I decided to make up a story, to write on my blogs.

If they are loved, or hated, I'll write more etc, etc.

Here's the first part...For those of you whom take ballet, don't hurt me. TT.TT
I love ballet, though I only took it when I was little.
I'm well...making all these dances up as I go.
Don't be mean....*huggles Naruto, Bleach, and Death Note plushies*

It...BEGINS!!!

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To find love,
You must first
Sacrifice
Something of importance,
If not
The love you???ll feel
Will not be true
For a true love,
That may never happen
Sacrifice
Your true self
Forever more
You???ll never find
Your love
Without
The many sacrifices
That comes,
Towards
You.

I slowly closed the old, dusty book, of poetry, wondering exactly what it meant. ???To Sacrifice Your true self??? I didn???t get it. What did it mean by sacrificing your true self? No matter- I thought to myself- I have to head for school.
I started packing my things slowly into my bag, the poem still stuck in my head. I finished packing, and headed to put the poetry book away. On a second thought I turned around and stuck it into my school bag, with the rest of my books. I could read it at lunch, since I have no one to talk to- I thought to myself again.
???Mother,??? I called down the hall, as I walked toward the door ???I???m leaving for school! See you later,??? I heard a faint mumble, in reply from her bedroom; she was still asleep she never got up until about 11:30 in the morning. I flung open the big double doors, and stepped out into the bright sunshine. Another beautiful morning, the sun was barely up over the horizon, I was going to be early for school. I closed the doors behind me, and walked through the flower garden, that needed to be weeded very badly. The birds called to each other from the blooming cherry blossoms. Their songs made me want to dance, along with the wind, waltzing beside me.
I couldn???t wait until ballet classes started up, even though I was only on a scholarship to one of the richest, peppiest private schools, in the city, I still wanted to do ballet; which they taught ballet, to great heights. Dancing???dancing has always given me happiness. Moving with such grace, such poise, just like the wind.
I skipped over to the gate, unlatched it and, and began the walk towards the school. I was the only one, who ever walked to school, I didn???t have a car, with a driver, I didn???t have escorts, and I didn???t have much of anything. Though, unlike others, I loved to read and dance, with a will, with a love; whereas, others whom I saw dancing together in the courtyard always seemed like robots, dancing like they were programmed that way.
I continued down the street, over a hill, and the school was in sight. Most of the kids actually lived at the school itself, but my mother lived close enough, that I could just walk.
The flowers, swayed along with the music, of the wind, the grass and the trees. Softly whispering, softly singing, the need to dance, the want to dance, and the love to dance was everywhere, yet no one can see it unless they look hard enough. I raced down the road, the doves, the wind, the trees; they all seemed to be calling out, ???Krahee???Krahee???Come dance with us! Come dance with us please, Krahee!??? So much I wanted to dance with them, so, so much. Although I couldn???t, I had to get to school. I got to the school gates, they weren???t open yet, I walked over to the gatekeeper???s hut.
???Mr. Gatekeeper? Mr. Gatekeeper?!??? I called towards his window. There was a muffled sound, and the door to the side creaked open.
???What is it? Whose there? What do you need???? He called out sleepily
???Mr. Gatekeeper! You???re still asleep???? I laughed out.
???Oh! Hello, Krahee. Yes, yes, I forgot to set my clock. But when I do you???re always my extra alarm.??? He wheezed out. He was getting old, and he could never fully wake up.
???Yes, I guess I am,??? I laughed ???Mr. Gatekeeper, can you open the gates for me. I want to get to the library, I have a wonderful poetry book, but I don???t get some of her poems. I want to read some more. Then I want to head over to the ballet studio, get some practice, before class starts. I don???t want to be put down, just because I???m a scholarship student.??? I told him, bouncing from foot to foot.
???Oh, Krahee, you know people shouldn???t treat you that way, just because you???re a scholarship student,??? he replied ???You???re a wonderful dancer, you???re great at school, don???t let people pull you down. Of course, I???ll open the gate for you.??? He smiled, his gold tooth smile, he walked back through the door, and hit a button. The big iron gates flung open, with some creaks and moans.
???Thank you Mr. Gatekeeper!??? I called out towards to him as I ran inside. In response I heard him laugh, and the gate???s rusty hinges close behind me.