Dance Moves

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Everyone from Arabelle's class were gathered in a big hall. Standing on the stage, was the teacher whose eyes scanned the entire room. His eyes were stern and he looked as if he had a lifetime of experience although he looked like he was in his early thirties. He was known as Mr. Smith.

After it looked as if he had thoroughly scanned the entire room, he spoke. "I expect that you guys still remember what you l taught you the day before yesterday?"

Everyone replied, their voice full of vigor and at the same time, fear. "Yes, sir." They then assembled into different formations.

It wasn't new to anyone in the college that Mr. Smith was a very strict teacher. If a person couldn't do what he taught, there were always consequences.

Iris dragged Arabelle's hand to a line, moving like the other students. Arabelle was beyond confused. She copied the other student's moves but it wasn't long before Mr. Smith saw her. His eyes were like that of a CCTV camera.