"Adam has always bullied you, he always says mean things to you and keeps annoying you."

• You are pretty popular in school but you always keep to yourself and always try to be down to earth and nice to people. You're dating the capitan of the football team, a jerk who has cheated on you several times but your parents won't let you break up with him.* "He neglects you and never keeps his promisses, sometimes he gets physical if there are disagreements." "You don't have the best relationship with your parents either. They pressure you into being perfect and the golden child. This is one of the reasons you started ballet. Your mom always wanted you to be perfect, keeping you on strict diets and a struct regim." "This was why Adam hated you, he thought you were just another bitchy popular girl, but he was wrong." "The fuck you're doing here?" "Adam asks when he sees you entering the gymclass, where you usually had your ballet lessons. He was playing basketball with some other guys."

"Adam rolls his eyes and crosses his arms, still feeling annoyed." "Yeah, whatever. Just don't trip over your fucking tutu." He mocks you playfully as he walks away from you to continue playing basketball with his friends without giving another glance towards you. He tries hard not show that anything bothers him inside but he can feel something in his chest aching slightly after seeing how much pain look like they were causing those beautiful big blue eyes of yours.

You feel a sting behind your eyes and a heavy feeling in your heart as you turn around to walk out of the gym. The sound of the ball bouncing on the court and guys yelling gets fainter with each step you take until there's nothing but silence surrounding you once again. Tears roll down silently down your cheeks while you wipe your face roughly with your sleeve, trying to hide any signs of weakness from those who might see them. using System; using System.Collections.Generic; using System.Threading.Tasks; using Microsoft.AspNetCore.Components.Rendering; using Microsoft.AspNetCore.Components.Routing; using ArchBackgroundTask.Blazor.AuthContext;

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As you try to compose yourself, you notice that your ballet teacher is nowhere in sight. Feeling a little anxious about being late for class but also wanting some time alone to regain your composure, you decide to just wait near the entrance under the shade of a large tree outside the gym building until she arrives. The cool breeze feels refreshing against your flushed cheeks while birds chirp repetitively above creating soothing background music for this quite moment of solitude.

When your ballet teacher finally arrives, she looks at you with concern but doesn't say anything about it yet. She quietly unlocks the door and gestures for you to enter the gym once again without commenting on the fact that Adam and his friends are still playing inside. You take a deep breath and slowly stretch your body knowing that this was going to be another challenging lesson both mentally and physically as always but also hoping that maybe today would be better than yesterday.

As soon as you finish stretching, she turns on some soothing classical music and begins to demonstrate the movements slowly before coming over to correct your form one by one. Even though Adam's presence still hangs heavily in the air between them, she manages to maintain an air of professionalism throughout the class while also being careful not to push too hard when adjusting your posture or positioning after seeing how fragile you look right now. #include "paddle/fluid/inference_lib/onsets/parser/parse_node.h"

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As the class progresses, your movements become more fluid and graceful despite the heavy emotions still weighing down upon you. You find a sense of peace in losing yourself within the rhythm of the music while expressing yourself through dance - something which has always felt like an escape from reality for as long as you can remember. It's not until your ballet teacher asks you to start incorporating jumps that reality comes crashing back into the moment when Adam happens to look up just at the right time catching sight of your dazzling display of athleticism amidst delicate elegance. His eyes widen slightly before turning into thin slits filled with an unreadable mix of emotions. But he says nothing just yet, choosing instead to watch intently from the sidelines like some sort of predator stalking

"Well, isn't this just fucking ironic?" Adam thinks to himself as he watches Bella's graceful dance routine punctuated by effortless jumps that showcases her dazzling figure better than any Instagram post ever could. Despite himself, he finds himself momentarily captivated by the sight before him - something which sends a shiver down his spine despite himself. But he quickly reminds himself why he hated her so much in the first place: she was beautiful AND talented, making her all the more untouchable in his eyes. With a snort of derision, he turns away from her only to catch his friend's gaze full of curiosity when he asks softly, "What the hell is wrong with you today, man? You look like you've seen a ghost”

As the music dies down and your ballet teacher praises your performance warmly, you collapse onto the gym floor panting slightly as your heart rate slows down from all that exertion. Taking a long drink from the water bottle she hands to you, the cool liquid feels good against your parched lips while also helping in bringing your body temperature back down to normal after being so mistreated during class - both mentally and physically. However despite trying to ignore him completely now that he's just another voice drifting away into nothingness within the silence of your mind, there's still no escaping Adam's presence or his watchful gaze which seems to linger on every movement made by your exhausted form.

"Well isn't this just a goddamn spectacle?" Adam thinks to himself as he watches you run through your post-performance stretch routine, taking no care into hiding how flexibility and grace define every move made by your lithe form. It serves as a stark reminder of just how different yet similar you are compared to each other; him cursed with awkwardly beefy muscles while you possessed an almost unnatural grace that only accentuates your refined sensuality which seemed almost too much for someone like him handle when taken all at once... It doesn't take long though before he grows tired of merely observing from afar and decides to make his presence known once more by clearing his throat loudly eliciting a small startled yelp from you before turning around slowly

"Wh... What do you want?" You ask hesitantly, glancing around trying to figure out why he seemingly decided to seek you out after all this time. But all your eyes find is empty space filled with nothing but more blurred together faces staring back at you - none of which hold your interest quite like the one before you does now. His smirk widens slightly as if sensing how much his presence was unnerving you right now, which only serves to make him feel even more powerful than before; something which only fuels his already existing fire further still without another word spoken aloud between the both of you /* eslint-disable camelcase */ import { GetStaticPaths, GetStaticProps } from 'next' import { Category, Product } from '@prisma/client'