James Hobbs' School for Troubled Boys (Old Version)

JHS4TB: Chapter Six

JHS4TB: Chapter Six

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Louis’s P.O.V

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            “So, not to be rude or anything, but why did you try to kill yourself?” I asked Harry while we were stretching for dance, Lucian to the side of me, in a pair of hot pants that read ‘Sexy’ on his arse. I had been wonder about Harry for a while, he was attractive, even a blind person could see it. Ever since he told us about him trying to commit suicide it’s been all I could think about, wondering how someone so perfect could want to end their life. Harry was forced to take dance by the football coach; Harry was very clumsy and had kept dropping the football, so he forced Harry to take dance on B, D and F days (our school has a schedule that goes A, B, C, D, E and F, most classes are the same every day but most activities go A, C and E or B, D and F). This was Harry’s second day in dance class and he still didn’t understand the purpose behind it. Our dance class had four different teachers, they decided what dance style you should be performing in, like Lucian and I were in hip hop and classical (we took dance because we were drama students, it help with musicals and such). The teachers decided Harry should be in ballet, given the reason he was here was for balance and such, Harry hated the thought of parading around in a tutu (Lucian and I didn’t tell him that male ballerinas did not wear tutus, we allowed him to think they do), plus he wasn’t happy that he was the manliest man in the room.

            “I was going through a rough time, guess I am still going through a rough time, the point is I handled it the wrong way. My parents are getting divorced, I don’t level up to my older sister, who is like perfect in everyway, my dad always yells and I found out my mother had been cheating on my dad for years. Now, my dad isn’t even sure I am his, even though my mother swears that she started fooling around after I was born. I was just so tired of the bull shit, of the lies and everything, like if they didn’t love each other anymore: why did they have to fight all the time? Yano?” I nodded my head, I knew about parents divorcing, my mum and real father divorced when I was five. My real dad won’t even talk to me anymore, he remarried and started a new family, he didn’t even want me when Mark was sending me away. They called him and he just hung up, ignored me and my last try of hope because he wanted nothing to do with my mother anymore. Our stretching time was over, Harry had to go with the ballet teacher; Lucian and I had acrobatic training today (just another thing we use for when we are on stage). Lucian and I were good at acrobatics because we were both on the tinier side, in height and in weight (we usually played the girl parts, much like back in the Shakespearean age), were most of the other guys were bulkier (they usually played the male parts). I watched Harry from where I was doing my back bridges, which was just a bridge but I started from standing up, he was doing the basic ballet positions with the teacher. Harry wasn’t very good at remember where his feet were supposed to go for each position and the teacher was getting irritated with having to remind him, it was kind of sad. I kicked out of my back bridge and asked my dance teacher, if I could go over and help Harry with his positions, since I already had my showcase performance memorized.

            “Ms. Ham, Mr. Johnson said I could come over and help, Harry, if that is okay with you, ma’am? I’ve already taken ballet twice before, maybe he will get it better if another student explains it to him; some people are that way, Ms. Ham.” She gave me the go ahead and I pulled Harry to an empty corner of the room, I began to show him the positions without yelling at him like the teacher was, calmly explaining where his feet were to go. “See, now you bring your right foot forward and point it to the right, your left foot must face the left and your left arm should be over your stomach, while the right arm is arched in the air heading towards the left side. This is the forth position, the only thing you need to change for fifth position is your left arm goes up and arches towards the right.” Harry nodded his head and went through his positions with me again, he was getting them right and I wasn’t correcting him as much as I had in the beginning, he was even smiling a little bit.