The Lonely Rose

Just a short story I made up, recently. I was thinking about making it into an actual book. But I'm not sure! Feedback would be awesome!! Thanks! :]

I watched in amaze as the dancers glided across the floor. There was one in particular that left me dumbfounded.

She was very tall, and slim. She had gorgeous black hair that was slicked back into a perfect bun. She was wearing a pink leotard with a black skirt that swayed with the wind as she turned, and she was also wearing black ballet flats.

She knew her routine perfectly, and swayed like the ocean breeze as she glided across the floor. She, by far, stood out above all of the other dancers.

I think she noticed me staring at her, because she returned my attentive stare with a peculiar glance. But then she quickly returned her eyes to their respective owner, the dance teacher.

I quickly looked away from her as well, and studied the other dancers. I sketched down every dancer carefully until I finished sketching every dancer's details. From the color of their hair, to the way the wind would lift up their skirts as they spun.

The dancers finished for the day. They all huddled together and scrambled to the showers. All except one of the dancers had left the room, she was the one my eyes had been studying for quite some time. I suspected she didn't see me, because she began to practice the routine again. I sat back down on my seat, and made myself comfortable as I began to study her dance moves once again. After what seemed like only a few minutes, but in reality was an hour, she looked straight up at me.

'Enjoying the show?' she asked, giggling a little under her breath, as she left the room and entered the showers.

I felt the blood flush my cheeks, as she told me those very words. Little did I know, those very exact words were the beginning of a wonderful friendship.

Author's Note

How is this story? First one I've posted on here, so I hope you guys like it!
Ignore Grammar Problems.