A girl in a red patchwork shirt and dark blue jeans was twirling around in the Beech Hall as she tried to perfect her routine. She'd been there for nearly an hour, but she wanted desperately to get it down. I'm going to do this and I'm going to do this right! She thought determinedly. Lanae was tired of this routine, but was totally ready to do something accurate for once.

It was raining cats and dogs outside, pouring hard and pounding on the windows as she pounded her feet on the hardwood floor. She glanced at herself in the large mirror as she spun around again. What she had seen displeased her, as it always had. She was never fond of her large teeth, or her average-colored brown hair. Everything about her was average in her eyes, and she hated that. She wanted to feel at least okay with herself. But she couldn't.

A sigh escaped her lips. Come on, Lanni. For Garrick, She urged right after she fell for what seemed the millionth time today. She rubbed her calf and sighed. She was doing all of this for her brother. He thought she was better than she did. She was hard on herself and always had been. She cracked her knuckles and started over. Again.

And.. one, two, three, four..

She knew the routine in her head, but couldn't get her feet to go along with her. Most of it was pretty easy for her, but other parts.. were a bit too hard in her eyes. At the next wrong step she decided to take a break. She sat down on the cold floor and grabbed her water bottle, taking a huge gulp. This was some tough stuff. She still didn't think she deserved to even be in Weatherfield Academy, but obviously someone thought she did -- someone besides her brother.
Her hands played with the bottom of her shirt. A piece of hair found its way to her mouth and she chewed on it thoughtfully, wishing she was back home in Kentucky with her family.
Too bad for her she wouldn't be able to go back home for a loong while.