Olivia wiped off the sweat from her forehead and gingerly took off her pointe shoes. After hours of ballet, her feet were sore and even had some new blisters. She put her feet in the ice bucket, sighing with relief as the ice worked its magic on her calloused feet. The nurse came over and handed her a cold rag, which she gladly accepted, wiping her face and shoulders. It was pure bliss, but when the other dancers came in, she knew she had to give up her spot at the bucket. Begrudgingly, she got up and went to the nurse's table, getting her feet bandaged and ready for tomorrow's practice.<br/><br/>Walking down the street in her leotard, tights and pink skirt wasn't unheard of at this school, and she was thankful because today she didn't feel like showering in that gross studio locker room. Luckily, she wasn't far from the house and made it there in under 20 minutes. As she walked through the door, she noticed it was pretty barren downstairs. Schoolwork was on the counter and it looked as though someone left the freezer open. She went over to the freezer door and closed it shut, heading upstairs to see where everyone was. She passed by Melissa in the hallway, and gave her a nod, seeing that Lee wasn't far behind her. They were coming from Miyu's room and she walked inside, taking in the mess. Miyu normally kept a tidy room, but there were books everywhere and Charlie was drilling the bookcase in place. Miyu was on the floor with a bag of peas on her leg and not moving. She must have hurt her leg from the bookcase falling on her. 'She can be so dense sometimes', Olivia thought to herself. 'She needs to take her dancing more seriously and not pull such stupid stunts.'<br/><br/><br/>"Did you hurt yourself? You're<em>this</em>close to the competition and you hurt yourself?" She let a sigh of exasperation and shook her head. "And who gave Charlie access to powertools?", she asked noting that Charlie had a drill in her hand.