Her practicing continued for about another hour until a chance glance revealed to her the time, as displayed on a clock high up on the wall. Ceasing her dancing, she took a moment to steady herself. Drenched in sweat, she moved towards the far side of the room slowly. Bending over, she snatched up her water bottle form off the floor and sipped from it. Taking a couple minutes to cool down, she slowly gathered her things.
Slipping into a pair of sweat pants, she then sat down and removed her ballet slippers. Once they were off, she dried out the inside from her sweat, sprayed them with cleaner, then placed them in their case. Putting on sneakers, she then rose and put on a light jacket. Placing the rest of her things in a gym bag, she left the dance studio.
Five minutes to the dorm, five minutes to shower and change, five minutes back to reach her class. Everything planned out, no room for distraction or randomness. Ignoring everyone she passed, she avoided them deftly with fluid grace without any conscious effort. Her mind was still on dancing. Running through dance routines and choreography in her mind, she opened the door to the dorms and headed inside.