Dance-Personal Narrative

As I started falling to the ground during my bad leg side leap, I remembered what my sister had told me when we first learned our dance. “I did my bad leg last year, it’s your turn this year! You have to do it!” I hit the ground with a thud and landed on my foot weirdly, but I just got back up and continued the dance.

“Are you okay?” Asked my dance teacher.

“Yeah!” I said, even though it felt like a boulder had landed on my foot.

As I continued the dance my foot started hurting more and more. Everything I did hurt. Maybe I just twisted it badly. So I danced through the pain, even though I felt like crying.

After my sister and I finished our dance I looked at the clock. It read 4:59. I was relieved when I saw we only had a minute left.

“That was good,” Said our dance teacher, “I’ll see you guys later for class. You’re done!”

As I tried to walk I resisted the urge to cry. I hobbled to my mom trying to look like I was walking normal. As we were walking out of the studio my mom looks at me and says, “Are you okay?” “Yeah. I just hurt my foot after one of my jumps. I hope it will get better before ballet.” I replied. “When we get back home I can put my oils on it.” My mom said. Of course, the oils will save the day! When we got back home my mom put her oils on my foot. It didn’t hurt that bad to touch it, but it was really swollen. “Do you want to skip the dance class at 6:00?” Asked my