In a well-equipped, pristine white dance studio, a mirrored wall stretched across one side, softly reflecting the eleven figures within. Cassie stood, her face utterly cold and uncompromising as she was surrounded by ten people. Five boys and five girls.
"Bitch, let's see how you're going to survive this. Didn't I tell you? You're nothing but unfortunate.
Now, because of you, Jeremy's life and career as a danseur is ruined." Clara, the girl in the lead with a rich spoiled brat temperament, said every word viciously, her eyes glinting with wicked glee to intimidate Cassie.
"It's okay babe. She's good as done, you don't need to waste your breath on a wretch like her."
Suddenly the male dancer beside her wrapped her his arm around her waist, pulling her gently as he sneered at Cassie while hiding his own desire for her.
"Hmm." The girl Clara arrogantly puffed, folding her arms against her flat chest with nothing to show.
