Sweet, Sweet Dreams.

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My thoughts wandered, farther and farther from my current location.

What was for dinner?

Was Gwendolyn fed before I left?

Did I finish that Spanish homework? Of course, I did.

I wonder if Margot wants to hang out after this... It is a Friday after all.

I wonder if Margot noticed I wore the bodysuit she told me she liked the most...

I quickly shoved those thoughts out of my head before they could go on any longer, I always got a strange pang in my chest whenever I thought about her for too long.

Delia? Delia! Cordelia!

My eyes flickered up to the front of the dance studio, my ballet instructor looked at me with a glint in her eyes that I was, to be honest, terrified of.

"Yes Miss?" I cautiously said, the fear in my voice was most definitely audible to the rest of the class not to mention the shakiness in my breath

"I asked you to show the class an arabesque, not go off into dreamland." Her words were fierce and sharp, almost no mercy left and venom practically dripped from her tongue.

I nodded as quickly as she snapped at me, I quickly went up en pointe and demonstrated an arabesque, engaging my core and straightening my arms and legs.

Stay focused, don't ruin this.

A proud smirk found its way onto my face, in the corner of my eye I spotted Angelica Mcneill's look of jealousy and disgust on her own from the mirror's reflection.

Angelica Mcneill and I were enemies, She had the chance to out anybody in the entire world
although we were best friends as children and practically considered ourselves sisters; she decided after three whole years after I came out as lesbian she would tell my father which did not end well for me. I lost my best friend and my fathers 'unconditional love' that year.

I've gotten over it now, two years of let-down does a lot to a person.

Strangely enough ballet class ended quicker than it had started, or it felt that way, my head was wrapped up in the thought of having Margot come over and spend the weekend at mine or vice versa.
I sat on one of the many benches in the small room across the hall where we all stored our stuff
while we attend class, I took off my pointe shoes, toe pads, toe spacers and pulled on a pair of gray sweatpants over my tights, soon after I pulled on and laced up my doc martens; a vital thing to my life.

I grabbed my bag and walked over to Margot, tapping her lightly on the shoulder
"Hm? Oh, what's up D?" Her angelic voice rang through my head, causing my knees to wobble. I hesitated slightly before remembering the reason I came over to her, my voice nearly cracked as I spoke but thankfully I caught myself and restarted my sentence before I could embarrass myself furthermore;
"I was wondering if you wanted to come over after? We could watch something on the telly" I saw Margot's lips twitch up into an amused smile, nobody in England says telly unless you were above the age of 35, we always used older 'slang' around each other.
"'S'pose I could ask, I'm staying 'round my mums this week so the answer will most likely be yes but she's got her stupid boy toy coming over sometime this weekend..." Margot trailed off her sentence bitterly, she hated her mum's boyfriend.
"I'll drive you, and you can call her and ask. If she says yes, we can drive back to mine, it's only a five-minute drive from your house." I suggested, helping her stand up from her seated position on the smooth mahogany floors, Margot nodded. We walked out of the room and down the spiraling staircase to the front of the building and into my trashy car I had received as a gift after I passed my driver's test when I was 16, you would think after only a year it would still be in slight mint condition, but no, it was still awful. I started the car and let it warm while Margot rang her mum. My eyes watched her carefully trying to figure out her mums answer from her facial expression, Margot's family was from Germany and they mainly spoke German, I tried to learn but I could never pronounce anything correctly, so I stuck to the Spanish I learned in school, Margot smiled widely, and she spoke quickly
"Danke mama!" I knew what that meant, I glanced at her and she nodded; meaning she would be spending the weekend with me.