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trapped in the frozen yoghurt
By balletomane0606 Comments: 175, member since Mon Dec 03, 2012
On Mon Jan 14, 2013 05:48 AM

I walk into a frozen yoghurt shop, Snog
to be exact. Covent Garden’s Royal
Ballet School students sit. Perfectly
scraped-back, gelled hair. Sparkles
glow in the artificial light. I tug at my mother’s
hand. Black fleeces hide toned bodies, poised
just as they are in my dreams. My eyes are drawn
to the gold stitching across their chest. RBS. I
don't notice their furtive glances
at me. Teacher murmurs incoherently as my spinning head
deciphers nothing but dreams hidden in the
frozen yoghurt shop.

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