Chapter 5- Good friends, Special friends

At lunch; I settled for a bit of brown rice, added chicken breast and a side of asparagus to my plate.

I had learned over the years, that a big part of what made me a dancer - way more than the moves and the capability itself.

Was what I put into my body.

But of course, me being the rebel that I am, I still turned a blind eye from time to time.

Especially when snacking opportunities were involved.

My return to school had however made me feel determined to eat clean again. Because I needed with every fiber of my being, to see myself performing at my peak again.

As I was, of course, still on probation.

While grabbing an apple from the fruit basket; I could see Abby and the rest of them already settled at our favorite lunch table.

My earlier temper over the email from my mother and my conversation with Luca, immediately shifted to the very back of my mind.

As I excitedly headed to join them at the table.

Christopher removed the thick book that he had placed next to him.

I placed my