'I graced the basketball court as the ball flew from my hands and into the basket as the clock ran down. The audience watched in silence, the tension thick as glass, that if a single pin dropped, it would break the silence. The ball danced around the rim as it went in. The crowd cheered loudly and the team picked me up. "Natallia! Natallia! We won!" I smiled widely and tried to speak, but instead of my voice, a loud beeping did.' I woke up with a startle and shook my head. "What the actual?" I swung my legs over my full-sized bed and yawned, stretching my back. I had that dream again...the same one that I kept having for 4 months now. The school was let out this week for a gas issue, so had to go to ballet class for the whole week... 3-hour lessons with a private coach, and for what?! I suck at ballet and it's what my damn shitty mother wants. She never asked me what I want to do. I feel so trapped, and my father can't help me. Mom put him in jail for a shitty thing SHE did! He didn't do anything.
I got changed, throwing my hair into a messy bun. (HA! Do you think this is going to be a pick-me-girl? Wrong!) I actually threw my hair into a french braid type bun, the one where you wrap the braid around the bun? Yeah, that one. My leotard was a normal peach pink color and we had to wear thin tan tights with those stupid pointe shoes. By the end of my lessons, my feet are blistered, chaffed raw, and bleeding with small cuts. I keep trying to tell my mother I never wanted to do this, but she threatened to take my basketball jersey away by catching it on fire and popping the signed basketball I got from LeBron James, himself. 'Knock Knock' "Yo sis, it's me, Connor. Can I come in?"
"Ah, shit yeah, come on in Connor."
Connor comes in, wearing a gray tank top, black to red shorts and his messy hair is drenched in sweat. he throws the ball that he had in his hands to me and I catch it, drippling it and passing it back to him. He chuckles heavily, his grey orbs shining with his laugh.
"How's my Lil sis?" I giggle and throw my fist at his arm.
"I'm doing good dofus." I joke around. He punches me back in the arm and I whimper. He looked down at me and smirked.
"You'll always be smaller than me Nat. Sure dad is 6'0 but I tower over him anyways at 6'3."
"Well, I'm only 6'1! Zach is 6'2 and Micheal is 6'4!"
Connor grunts and walks out of my room, bouncing the ball in the hallway.
"NATALLIA!!!!!! WE GOT TO GET GOING!!! STOP MESSING WITH THOSE STUPID DAMN BASKETBALLS!!!"
" I'm coming mom! Take a fucking chill pill you life-fucker!"
"Don't talk to me in that tone young miss!"
" Fuck you, you bitch! Just take me to my fucking class that I never wanted to do in the first place!"
Great way to start Tuesday. I ran down the stairs, not having any time to grab water or food. Well, guess I'll starve and drink the rusty water from the fountain at ballet class.
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The Dance of the Ball
Non-FictionNatallia Rain wants to be a basketball player, she always has since growing up with 3 older brothers who've gone to state championships. But with her mom being strict, she makes her become a ballerina instead of listening to her. But Natallia makes...
