Imaginary Amity

Chapter sixteen

hey guys!

i'm really sorry I haven't posted since january which is really stupid and most of you have probably stopped reading because of it :(

im really sorry, ive honestly been just writing my chapters on word and not bothering to upload them here !!

on the other hand, enjoy the chapter !

while I just sit here during class listening to heat waves :))

- bree

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All the girls in front of me wear the exact same uniform: a cropped long-sleeved shirt and shorts that look so small and tight they might as well be boy trunks. But, of course, way hotter.

The black crops read 'ELITE' on them in big, glittery purple letters. Every other dancer has their hair up in a ponytail, a quick job of their makeup done and are wearing designer runners.

Serena stares at me with a look of disbelief on her face as she takes in my clothing choice. She shakes her head and mutters something under her breath, then chucks me a pair of tights from her bag.

"You can change in the teachers' lounge." she orders. I nod my head and duck into the room, emerging after a minute and waiting for her next order.

She sighs. "I'll see how fast you can learn first. Position upstage left, if you know stage directions."

Finally, the horror of participating in the school play has come to my advantage. As I step into position, she presses play on her phone and music blares from the speaker. Instantly I recognise the song to be 'More than you know' by Axwell & Ingrosso, a song I was obsessed with a few years ago.

All the girl's hands shoot into the air at the exact same time, delicately fluttering down to their side again. I hurry to match the technique.

"Sarah, posture!" Serena barks. "Head to the side, Bec!"

I saw it coming, from miles away

Everyone steps forward, then back, crouching down and then twirling on the spot. My movements are a few seconds delayed, but that's expected from someone who's never properly danced before, right?

I better speak up if I got something to say

Her bitter gaze watches the team; I have to hand it to her; she really has an eye for these things. Her stare travels to me, her face forming a look of frustration. Or maybe I wasn't as great as I thought. I focus on the next few moves, really concentrating on all the 'suggestions' Serena yells out.

'Cause it ain't over, until she sings

"Carrie, back!"

You had your reasons, you had a few

"Use your shoulders, Carrie!"

But you knew that I would go anywhere for you

"Carrie! Point your toes."

'Cause it ain't over, until she sings

We all repeat the same move from before.

I just need-

Serena hits pause on her iPhone, and everyone inside freezes. Eventually her gaze lingers on me. She scrunches up her nose at me. "Maybe you'd be better just watching for this lesson."