its all over. 35 dances, 5 shows, lost costumes, drama, running over little kids, lipstick galore, the feathers, rumors (all started by the fake), facial expressions, poses, last-minute changes, goodbye to some, it won't be the same.
the class that i pretty much taught sucked so much because we finished that dance last friday... and they were all upset because there was some fucked up shit going on.
YOU. stop spreading rumors, the school isn't going to close, she isn't trying to lessen the amount of classes- if she was then she wouldn't have restructured the saturday schedule to have classes for 12 hours, now would she? you're a foolish child, don't tell me one thing and say something else when i'm right there, i call you out and you know that i do. and don't talk shit about the girls- all i said was "i liked their dance better last year" and you started talking trash about them, i am so happy that you're leaving because... i. can't. stand. you.
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