The 6th HUPE in Storyland competition Ranking

I woke up earlier then usual, wich was weird because it was a Sunday. I ate my toast, drank my tea, and got ready. I grabbed my charger, bag, and my phone then went straight to the car. Because it was the day, the dance compatition day. The special thing is that we have been practicing the choreography for months. "I have to be on this team" I said to myself as i tied my hair in a tight ponytail. The judge called that it was our category turn; my stomach felt like a buterfly field. We began the choreogrphy; we were halfway through when i slipped. I felt like the world was moving in slow motion. At this moment i knew that it was over, i ran of the stage and hid in the bathroom, i started crying, thinking how i messed everything up and how this was my "once in a lifetime opportunity". I stayed there until everyone left. Then I came out and went straight to the car without even talking to my mom. I have been so focused on dance and to get into the group for the past few months. Now that I'm not on the team, my life felt hopeless. For the next week I couldn't think straight, my mindset was completely off now that I don't have a 2 hour practice every day, I didn't know what to do. I thought of going back to the studio or joining a new team, but it was pointless. Almost everybody knows that I ran off the stage crying like a crybaby. On the eighth day I decided that it was enough and that I'm going to get my life together again. I started paying attention to the things that were my "distractions" and that I was "too busy" for, I started cleaning the dishes right after every meal so that they didn't sit in the sink for 5 hours, I started cleaning and coming to family dinners more often. But even after all that I still felt like a piece was missing. Everyone thought that my life was perfect and put together but i didn't feel the same way, I tried to figure it out, but nothing was coming to my mind. I started to push myself more and more thinking that the dishes weren't clean enough and that the sheets aren't tight enough. I didn't know what was missing. It wasn't until my cousin's dance performance, I was so excited to see her dance, but as soon as I walked into the theater my blood ran cold, my skin looked like a hedgehog from the chills. I watched as her body moved like water, I felt alive again...until her feet slipped off the ground, I got flashbacks, the time was moving in slow motion once again but this time she didn't run away off the stage like i did. She got up and finished her choreography. I looked at her in confusion, and I asked myself " how did she do that, how did she just get up and pretended everything was fine". That was the moment I realized that the missing piece was the thing i loved doing the most and that was dancing. The next day i started dancing again, but not the 2-hour sessions that made me sweat and swore the next day, but the ones that were just enough to make me feel alive again. My life was finally put together but this time there wasn't a missing piece. You don't have to be perfect, everyone makes mistakes, but don't let the mistake turn your confidence down.

I woke up earlier then usual, wich was weird because it was a Sunday. I ate my toast, drank my tea, and got ready. I grabbed my charger, bag, and my phone then went straight to the car. Because it was the day, the dance compatition day. The special thing is that we have been practicing the choreography for months. "I have to be on this team" I said to myself as i tied my hair in a tight ponytail. The judge called that it was our category turn; my stomach felt like a buterfly field. We began the choreogrphy; we were halfway through when i slipped. I felt like the world was moving in slow motion. At this moment i knew that it was over, i ran of the stage and hid in the bathroom, i started crying, thinking how i messed everything up and how this was my "once in a lifetime opportunity". I stayed there until everyone left. Then I came out and went straight to the car without even talking to my mom. I have been so focused on dance and to get into the group for the past few months. Now that I'm not on the team, my life felt hopeless. For the next week I couldn't think straight, my mindset was completely off now that I don't have a 2 hour practice every day, I didn't know what to do. I thought of going back to the studio or joining a new team, but it was pointless. Almost everybody knows that I ran off the stage crying like a crybaby. On the eighth day I decided that it was enough and that I'm going to get my life together again. I started paying attention to the things that were my "distractions" and that I was "too busy" for, I started cleaning the dishes right after every meal so that they didn't sit in the sink for 5 hours, I started cleaning and coming to family dinners more often. But even after all that I still felt like a piece was missing. Everyone thought that my life was perfect and put together but i didn't feel the same way, I tried to figure it out, but nothing was coming to my mind. I started to push myself more and more thinking that the dishes weren't clean enough and that the sheets aren't tight enough. I didn't know what was missing. It wasn't until my cousin's dance performance, I was so excited to see her dance, but as soon as I walked into the theater my blood ran cold, my skin looked like a hedgehog from the chills. I watched as her body moved like water, I felt alive again...until her feet slipped off the ground, I got flashbacks, the time was moving in slow motion once again but this time she didn't run away off the stage like i did. She got up and finished her choreography. I looked at her in confusion, and I asked myself " how did she do that, how did she just get up and pretended everything was fine". That was the moment I realized that the missing piece was the thing i loved doing the most and that was dancing. The next day i started dancing again, but not the 2-hour sessions that made me sweat and swore the next day, but the ones that were just enough to make me feel alive again. My life was finally put together but this time there wasn't a missing piece. You don't have to be perfect, everyone makes mistakes, but don't let the mistake turn your confidence down.