Sadie Huntzburger
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Sadie was wondering through the street at a decent hour, which is usually unlikely of her. Sasha was being an annoying fifteen year old and she still isn’t use to them being here, invading into her personal bubble, but she could just get up an leave, because she’s Sadie and that what she does with family anyways. grabbing her sweatshirt ipod and cell she was off to somewhere. Not exactly sure, where she was heading all she knew was she need to get out. Escape from life for a bit.
Sasha was home alone, and she honestly didn’t care, she knew she was going to hear it when she got home but honestly she didn’t care. She closed the door with a big slam and she was off, like a horse just getting out of the gate, she wasn’t looking back. She was walking fast, earphones in ears, and the world was draining colors and shapes, it all turned into a big mess, while lyrics filled her head and she was leaving this twisted state of life. Her Foot followed this path like they were being pulled and tugged, by some un known force. She was still walking pretty face, but she tend to do that when she left her state of mind.
Sadie’s sidekick was in her pocket where it very rarely did see it was usually out and iming/texting her friends but today well she wasn’t, she wasn’t doing her normal thing, why? because she wasn’t in her normal state of mind, Her hand were in her pocket of her hoody,. The black hoody form her dance studio, ti was Dance Boulevard which was out of town and she like it, she taught two classes -never thought you’d see her teach youngins- but she does, and she then taken multiple classes herself, as a student, they were usually on the weekends but today was only mid-week so she didn’t have anything to do.
Her feet traveled through the people and she couldn’t see nothing but words and dance moves. But she is a dance so what can you expect. The follow was finally broke but a little kid bumping into her usually she would of freak and yelled and went into a stink but the girl was wearing the same sweatshirt as her, so she let it go, and just smiled and the little girl smiled back.
She looked around to see that she was at the field, she hasn’t been here since she was younger, and played soccer. She walked to the field and she found a soccer ball she began pretty much playing hack sack with herself, but only with a soccer ball, which looked pretty amazing if she would say so her self,
Everything began to drain away again, and all she felt was her legs moving in weird direction to kit the ball up, then it wasn’t just her legs but her hole buddy, anything but her hand/arms which were in her pocket of her sweatshirt.
This made her realize how much she missed being young and the sport she learned to love. She missed it but dancing was her passion and she couldn’t juggle both, not even if she wanted to , or even tried, she know she would fail, and that isn’t what she is down with failing, just never seemed to mix with her, nor will it ever.
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Baby your blind to see that
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That you and I are ment to be
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