GALINA ANGELOVA
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â Â a pavement of the past
While some are born with silver spoons, others are born with sugar spoons; dissolving as soon as the tongue came into contact with it, tasting sweet but turning into nothing in only a few seconds. Galina Angelova was born in Sofia, Bulgaria to two doting parents who looked at their daughter with brilliant light inside their eyes as she played with her toys, oblivious to the beautiful wonder her parents thought her to be. When sheâd turned four her mother had decided that she was to begin dance lessons just as she had when sheâd turned her age. Galina didnât truly understand the art when she first begun to take the lessons, but as she grew it slowly began to become a part of her and how she expressed anything that were beyond words.
However, at the age of eight her mother left her and her father without a trace. Her father, saddened and betrayed, said she had left him for her secretary. The very fact that the person she had run off with was a woman angered her father further than it would have had it been a man, and he decided that the simple memory of her mother might make Galina look to women the same way she had. With two tickets to the United States, the remaining Angelovs packed up their bags and moved to New York. There, her father made sure to keep her from all the things her mother had enjoyed: except dancing. Though he was hurt by her mother and wanted to make sure Galina would not do to him as the older woman had, he still loved to watch his daughter dance, knowing how much she truly enjoyed it. She auditioned and was accepted into the School of American Ballet for the Summer courses, and at the end of the term, was invited back to study full time for the winter semester, and so it went for the rest of her time in New York. Her life revolved around ballet, school (for which she was in a special program that allowed her to take ballet classes as well as normal high school classes), and the friends she made while at school.
Galina had moved passed what her mother had done to her father quite quickly as she got used to this new life she was leading, though even after seven years since the events that had gone in Bulgaria, her father was still far from over it. When she was ten Galina found out that her father had started drinking after a night where he had come home quite noisily. The young girl watched in the opening between the door and the frame as he pulled a bottle out of a cabinet in the kitchen, and started to drink straight from the bottle itself. She hadnât thought much of it at the time as it was adult stuff to her, and not meant for her to understand yet. But at age fifteen, she wished she would have done more to understand what it had meant and what it would do to her father. Because at age fifteen, Galina had come in late after a study session with her friends. And at age fifteen, her father had been so drunk he could barely stand, but as she closed the door behind her he came out of the kitchen and began to yell at her. How late she had been, how worried he was, and began to say that she would never come back; that he knew that she would leave like she had. Pressed against the wall beside the door, Galina shook her head and denied the accusations, but this only aggravated the situation. Her father grabbed her and threw her to the ground, beating her and yelling at her for the grievances her mother had caused him and that he believed she would cause him. The fight left her long before he stopped punching her, consciousness seeping in every once in awhile until she could no longer remain awake.
When she woke up in the hospital after a day of remaining unconscious, sheâd been told that a neighbor had come into the hallway of their apartment building and had heard what had happened. Her father was being held into custody, and was told of the options she could take in legal actions. Emancipation. She decided she wanted emancipation from her father. Three weeks in the hospital and two years fighting in court, but finally she had won the battle with her father. Life became a bit more difficult: she got a part-time job on top of going to school and doing ballet, had to find herself an apartment cheap enough that was livable but that also allowed her to pay tuition, but it was far away from her father; a man who had almost killed his own daughter for the mistakes of another. Throughout the process he begged her to drop it, to come back to him and to be a family again; he told her he was sorry for what he had done, but every time she refused, his anger returned and she was right back against the wall beside the door of their apartment, and she simply couldnât do that. Life was tough, but if she could avoid getting killed by her dad then she was going to handle it.
After she graduated from high school the New York City Ballet offered her a position in the Corps de Ballet, which she took without hesitation. Out of school and now employed by the company sheâd always dreamed of, Galinaâs life took a turn for the better. Dancing her little heart away, Galina became a favorite to a lot of people working at the company, and became a soloist a year afterwards. Galina, who became known as Ali or Alina by her peers and her teachers, did nothing but eat, sleep, and breathe ballet, and her fans, those of whom followed her on social media as she was considered to be quite the comedic person due to the content she put up, saw her dedication in her work and commended her for it.
However, on one afternoon on her way home from practice, a building began to crumble âit would be deemed to be caused by the cheap material which had deteriorated from belowâ and a large piece of rubble hurtled toward the young ballerina. Her first reaction was to crouch and lift her arms up even though she knew it would do nothing, there was no way for her to escape the rubble. Except she did. When the pain didnât come, Alina looked up from beneath her arms and saw the rubble floating in mid air. Slowly, she moved backwards in her crouch, keeping a steady eye on the piece of cement above her until she made it out from beneath its shadow, and then looked to the street and saw that the entire street had stopped. Wide eyed and confused, Alina, after a moment, ran to every person on the sidewalk around her and moved  them away from the falling building. She barely got to the last person before everything started moving again and chaos erupted. Alina made the decision to run back to her apartment, but by the time sheâd gotten there â as it was quite a few blocks away â video footage of the event had already surfaced, with her as the star, and to make it worst, when her father recognized her in the footage, the chaos that had come from it became even worst until a woman with beautiful brown locks and an authoritative posture who called herself Maggie came to her door and promised to whisk the problem away for her, so long as she came back to a town named Hollow Grove with her where she could come into her abilities without shame or fear of being persecuted.
â Â the nature of the beast
Unlike her father, Ali has always been focused on the future rather than the past; except in her studies. Her entire life was always focused on the next moment rather than the last, but during her high school career she found great interest in learning about history. Passionate, is what Ali has always been. History became a passion of hers and graduated top of her class despite her time being allocated to a multitude of other things such as ballet. Now, with her new abilities, Ali is excited to learn more about what she can do, and to come to understand where it comes from.
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