[h1][color=ed1c24]Alana[/color][/h1]
After class, Alana made a beeline for her dorm. As long as she kept track of 
time, she would easily be able to finish the homework later tonight. For now, though, she wanted to dance. Once she was there, she changed out of her school clothes and into a more athletic ensemble to dance in. After some rummaging through her bags, she had found a pair of ballet shoes and moved them into a smaller bag to bring with her. Since she was without a class, she figured she could find choreography somewhere and try it out or, if she felt up to it, make her own. She’d hate to be out of practice, at any rate, especially when she remembered catching a glimpse of studio rooms in the gym.

Alana tied her hair back and made her way across campus with only her phone in her pocket and Barley trotting along beside her. She had to admit that it was a bit tedious to have to walk across it to get there, but at least Barley got a good walk out of it if nothing else.