didn't lock me up. Instead, I was released into my mother' s custody, expelled from the regional ballet program, and ordered into ma

once my entire universe, shut its doors. The girls I used to practice w

mother was

t. "After everything I've sacrificed for you. All that money on lessons

y again. She didn't have to. It was

't her fi

I had practiced the variation from Giselle until my muscles screamed and my feet were ra

y," she said with a wink. "It'll give yo

, odorless substance from a small

g onto black ice. My feet shot out from under me. I crashed to the floor, my ankle twisting with a sickening pop. The music stop

h, my baby! Are you okay? It must have been the

multiple torn ligaments. No dancing for at l