You wanna talk about a good show? Let's talk about Dance Academy.
It’s an Australian teen-centric show that’s on Netflix. It’s also the most true to life and honest show I’ve seen. Throughout it, it addresses issues such as body issues, eating disorders, rape/consent, underage alcohol consumption, being prepared for sex, relationships, cheating, sexuality crises, family expectations, family issues, religious obligation, cancer, injuries, death of friends and the subsequent grief, and so much more. I went into watching this program thinking it would be a shallow, average teenage program about dancing, but it’s so much more than that. I have learnt so much and I encourage you to watch it if you haven’t, it’s awesome! (Plus the cast is really hot)
Being with John was a dream. Sure, he was a pain and grumpy
towards others but the minute he caught my scent, he just seemed to change. The
small detail that slipped was the fact I was an Omega. I was good at hiding my
status. I was a rarity in my full Beta family. “There’s my beautiful girl,”
John proclaimed as you walked across the squad room over to him. “Hey, I
thought I could pull you away for lunch.” John looked at Dorian, “I’ll contact
you if we get a case.” John grabbed his jacket and walked out with me.
Leonard McCoy was one of the best doctors in the city. He
also believed he had one of the best woman in the world at home. When Ayla
married Leonard, she came with her own personal issues, the biggest was her trouble
with getting pregnant. Ayla had looked over every pamphlet Leo brought home and
she learned the risks, success rates, everything and on her thirty birthday
Ayla decided to go through with IVF.
“I don’t know if I can do this John.” He simply laughed at
me as we pulled up to the tattoo parlor. “this is all you’ve talked about for
two years, Y/N I’ll be there the whole time.” I looked at him and then at his
shoulder trying to visualize his tattoo. He rolled his eyes and got out of the
car and walked up to the door and waited for me. I sighed and got out of the
car then walked over to him before walking into the parlor.
Cupid was use to not having to work hard for a girl to like
him or hell even sleep with him. But it seemed that one of the Gods was playing
a cruel joke on him. When he fired an arrow at his newest target, everything it
was suppose to do caused the opposite. When he went to talk to Y/N, she seemed
more scared of him then attracted.