❝You being an actual witch would be really helpful right now!❞
❝I just can't win with you people!❞
The concept of witches has been around for centuries. Challan Logan did not believe in witches one bit. She wasn't entirely sure where the myth had be...
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CHAPTER ELEVEN. OUT OF THE BLUE
☆ミ ☆彡
IF THERE WAS ONE CONSISTENT THING IN HER LIFE, it was that ballet always made her feel better. Even in the worst situations, even after all the bad things, dancing made all of that go away. But only for a few hours. However, today was a little different.
Even though Challan allowed herself to be distracted in her dancing, she was still off. She was late at certain parts, her lines weren't as good as they usually were, she was falling out of turns, stumbling in her landings after her leaps, the list went on and on. The mistakes were noticeable to Challan, Mrs. Durand, and anyone paying attention.
Her thoughts were clouded with what had happened under the tree, of what happened with Max, what happened with Lucas, and all the bad things that have been happening in her life in general. The most distracting thought was the situation with Abigail and her friends. It wasn't like she meant for it to distract her, in fact, she tried her hardest to push the memory down. But so many of the dancers were blonde and for a split second, she would see Abigail in them and that terror and the memory of what happened the day before would flood her mind and mess her up.
They were in crunch time now, the recital about a month away, and things were coming together nicely. However, not completely to Mrs. Durand's liking. She didn't want the production to be perfect per se, but she wanted everything to look good and go smoothly. And it was not looking like that.
The music turned off and everyone stopped. Challan felt herself breathing heavily as all eyes turned to Mrs. Durand. The woman's gaze was on Challan for a moment before turning to address everyone. "Let's take a break for water, okay?" She announced. Everyone began to go to their bags for water, Challan doing the same before she was stopped.
Mrs. Durand looked at Challan with questioning eyes and the younger girl sighed. "I know... and I'm sorry. I'll do better," she said.
"I noticed you aren't yourself today. Did something happen? Are you okay?" The woman said, disregarding Challan's apology as she looked down at her in concern.
Challan looked down at the ground. She was not okay. But she couldn't go telling her business to the woman. She wouldn't understand.
Mrs. Durand noticed her hesitance and frowned. "If something is bothering you, you can tell me. Maybe I can help?"
Challan shrugged, "You can't. But thank you. Again, I'm sorry for being distracted, it won't happen again." Challan moved around her and walked to take a drink of her water. The woman watched her and sighed.
