~Beauty is Vain~

~Endurance~

"Blessed is the man that endureth temptation: for when he is tried, he shall receive the crown of life, which the Lord hath promised to them that love him."-James 1:12

As I stood outside of the dance building that was full of girls that looked to be my age and younger, I thought about my past and future. They were swinging their hair and twisting their too flexible hips to the rhythm of the music. I can outdance all of them without a shadow of a doubt, although my dancing would get me banned. My longlife dream was to always be a professional dancer and after that a dance instructor. I remember dancing in the living room with my pink tutu on swinging my hips to TLC. My dad would clap me on while my mom would be in the kitchen cooking. She was pregnant at the time, she was so full of joy and love, I never seen her more radiant. I was so grateful to have her as my mommy. I just knew I wanted to be like her with the perfect husband and children. Well sadly, she lost the baby two months later, after that nothing was the same. I always wondered why she stayed out late all the time, avoiding the parental role and wife role as well. That's when the arguing started and the police visits became normal until the police swore that if he came back again he was calling DCFS. After that day, I just heard my dad talking on the phone about going to California or something. I just knew when I woke up and I called for his name he didn't answer back. I thank God for giving me strength to endure all the pain and hardships I had at a young age, but it did do me some good, I became responsible and determined. I declared to myself if I wanted something, I would do whatever I had to get it. I know I should stop staring at them through the window before someone noticed a dark skinned girl, they'd swear I was stalking or something. I walked away with my hoodie on my head, I can't wait to taste the future in front of me. I'm going to make the best out of this life.

It was the next day, I got to the school earlier than usual just to make sure I got number 8 and that it wasn't stolen by blue eyes aka Angel. I was relieved and happy as I parked in the empty even number spot. I climbed out of my car with a black cottony blazer and purplish jeans that almost looked leathery. I walked past the same people who I see everyday, with the same smile on their faces and judging eyes. I walked in the lunchroom, taking a seat at the lunch table that was accompanied by Phaedra and Lisa. "Hey girl." Lisa said excitedly. Must be more news about the Paris trip. "Hey, hey Phaedra." I said nicely. She looked up from her AP math textbook and smiled then immediately looked back down to concentrate. Out of all three of us she's the most hardworking one, she always tried to get every question right and if she didn't she'd get frustrated and stay up for hours studying the basics allllll the way back to AP classes. My head hurted just thinking of the academic drama that she endured on a daily basis. I know Lisa hates studying...well academic things of course. She'd only research modeling techniques in Paris...and how to get the "London look". "So, guess what...my dad said he'll take us during spring break, isn't that awesome!!" She squealed. I placed a fake smile on my face while I screamed on the inside, I need to find a way to cancel this event. I love being around her at school, but a whole week with her uninterrupted rants about Paris...on the second day I'd be begging someone to kidnap me.

As Lisa continued talking to me with her raspy French accent, A sweet aroma of freshness mixed with crystalized ginger and agave flower walked past me, but backed up directly behind me. The smell whipped my head around the table to see a blonde head boy with luminous blue eyes staring at me with an unsettled look slapped on his face...and it looks like it had something to do with me. "Well, are you going to tell me what you want or is you going to stand in my face looking constipated?" I asked bitterly. I heard Lisa giggle a little behind me. He rolled his eyes. "Yeah, I am...now I know you don't comprehend well, so I'm going to dumb it down for you to understand, I'm a very organized person, I don't like to change my course for anyone, if I sit in the third seat everyday, I want to continue sitting there, so if I park outside in the 8th spot, I want to continue to park there." he said in a low but venomous voice. It didn't bother me though, because I know how much I can show my teeth too. "Well, that's going to have to sadly change, because I park there everyday, just because you parked your muscle car in their yesterday doesn't make it yours, plus it doesn't even have your name on it." I said matching the same tone of voice as his, but with more venom. He acted as if he heard better. "Hmmph, well okay then, Ivan you can go ahead and tell them to move it." he said standing up. I heard a sound outside that sounded like a tow truck backing up. "What's that noise?" I asked him, knowing he had something to do with it. He looked at me and shrugged his shoulders. I immediately stood up, my face inches from him despite our height differences. "Is that my car?" I yelled. He shrugged. I wanted to slap that neutral look off his skinny face. I looked outside the windows of the lunchroom that faced the parking lot. I saw a tow truck strapping my car in, getting ready to move it. I stared at him as if he was insane. "Tell him to put my car down!" I yelled. He ignored me. I pushed him into the wall. "Get my car down!" I ordered again. He looked at me and dusted his hands."No." he said while staring out the window. I grew more and more frustrated by the minute, Lisa grabbed my hand begging me to sit down, but I didn't listen, I snatched away from her as I charged at Angel face. I grabbed his keys and ran outside. I was going to make him pay for this...I don't care if I took it too far, you don't mess with a girl's car. I slaved day and night to get this car and he wasn't going to move it around when he pleased. I took the car key and scraped the side of his mustang all the way to his taillights.