Story of a Photo

Hey QTs! What's up? Today I will be sharing a photo story that I wrote myself! Enjoy!

DIY Of The Day: (not a DIY)

Selected by: Annamaria
Today's Topic/Theme: Written Story

 Date & Time: 1/21/16 1:22 p.m.
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About a girl, her diary, and dance. (She writes almost everyday, but I only selected one entry per year, on her birthday.)

June 14th, 2005

Dear Diary,

Dance is so fun and I love the people! Yesterday was my 8th birthday, and I had a dance recital. I did really nice and Mom took me to Dairy Queen afterwards and I ate ice cream. Yum! I can't wait until next Saturday, I start my new ballet class. The teacher is Mrs. Rose, she is so nice!!

Dad is yelling at me and telling me to go bed. Good night.

 June 11th, 2010

Dear Diary,

Today I was at school and guess who showed up?! Dad! He brought me cookies and a balloon, and wrote me a PASS TO GET OUT OF SCHOOL! I asked him why in the car, and he said the it was because my Grandma Annabeth, on Mom's side, passed away this morning. I was really shocked, because I thought it was for a good reason, or better yet, no reason at all. I thought that he just wanted to let me out of school because he loved me, or some cheesy reason. I cried all afternoon and didn't eat supper. Mom and Dad took a walk and I played my favorite piano song, "Maple Leaf Rag" by Scott Joplin. It is a happy song, and always makes me feel good! Better yet, I made up a solo to go along with it, and I danced around the basement to the beautiful beat. It helped me get through the sad time. It kinda sucks that this happened two days before my 13th birthday.

June 12th, 2014

Tomorrow's my 17th birthday, and I am so excited!! It's also a Saturday today, so we decided to celebrate my birthday today. I got to spend the whole day with Mom and Dad. They let me sleep in until 11am, and when I woke up my room was covered, and I mean COVERED in decorations. The instant I opened my eyes, I saw the figures of Mom and Dad, and "Happy Birthday" was being sung really loudly. I let out a little giggle, being still groggy, and hugged Mom. She asked me what I wanted to do, and I said simply, "dance." She laughed and told me to get dressed. Ten minutes later we were in the car headed to the mall to go shopping. Not for school clothes--but dance stuff. I got new pointe shoes, three dance outfits, new hair supplies, and I visited my dream studio. This is the best part...MOM SIGNED ME UP FOR A CLASS AT MY DREAM STUDIO. (I won't say the name just in case several people read this diary.) Today is the start of a new dance experience. I am apart of a new studio, in an intense ballet course, and apart of the high school varsity team!

June 13th, 2015

Dance is my passion, dance takes all of my time. I live and breathe the sport. The sudden adrenaline

rush as you enter the stage, the loud cheers from your family as you perform, the feeling of putting on new pointe shoes...that's the best. I have been in dance all of my life, and have loved every moment. Being flexible is amazing, because you can do some really cool things that would otherwise be physically impossible. I always dream of dancing professionally, but that is NOT realistic. That's where I must stop this diary. I've reached the end of my dance story, and I graduated last week. Graduating marked the end of one BIG chapter in my life, and the start of a new one. I will miss it so incredibly much! Today is my 18th birthday, but unlike all of my other birthdays, I will not be spending it doing what I have loved so much...dancing.