My Teachers Son (UPDATED)

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THE SCHOOL OF JUILLIARD 

New York, NY

Today we go back to school and I'm ready. I've reviewed what has happened over break and honestly, I'm over the whole situation, with my family and James's. I'm so ready to move past this.

I walked into the studio and sat my bag down then I went to the dressing room to change. When I'm all set, I walked back in, and everyone is in there, dressed and ready for class.

"Hello class" Ms. Ambrosia greets us.

"Good morning Ms. Ambrosia" We all say. 

"The performance is in two weeks, I just hope you all are ready because if you embarrass me, don't even think about coming back." She says with her eyes pointed straight at me.

After we go over our dances, everyone is dismissed except James and me.

"Alright lets see it" She claps her hands. 

We ran through the dance, and we did it perfectly, yet still somehow, she critiques me. I fixed whatever it was she wanted to be fixed, whether it was my foot, arm, even a fascial expression with just a simple nod of my head.

When we were done, she dismisses James and he walks out, standing in the hallway.

"What's your problem little girl?" She asks, as if she hadn't known already.

''Nothing ma'am" I say looking at her.

"You do realize how much power I have over you?" She asks and I nod.

"I AM YOUR TEACHER; without me you are nothing and a nobody and you damn sure wouldn't be in this school. I MADE THAT HAPPEN AND I CAN TAKE IT AWAY. Don't forget that." She screams at me while pointing at her chest harshly.

"Yes ma'am, I understand" Still staring at her with a blank expression.

Ms. Ambrosia scoffs, wiping her face with the back of her hand "I've tried everything."

I tilted my head, silently urging her to continue.

"You won't quit. I've tried everything, yet you're still here" She shakes her head.

"You are strong. I will give you that BUT that is all I will give you."

"I gave you a chance Ada. Do. Not. Disappoint me" She points at me, staring me in the eye.

*******

After many back breaking and leg cracking practices it was finally the night before my performance. I picked Zola, Dame, and the twins up from the airport and Kofi is coming in the morning so I won't see him until my performance.

"Are you nervous?" Zola asked, leaning back on my couch while rubbing Issa's and Adama's heads while they laid on her lap, asleep.

"Not really, I know this dance through and through, but I'm scared the chemistry will be off." I say, leaning on my sister shoulders as well.

"You haven't talking to him?" She asked, to which I nodded. 

"And why is that?" She turns to me.

"I don't know. I guess I just wanted him to defend me" I shrugged.

"Yea I get that but also you know firsthand what it's like to have a toxic mother. You know how hard it is to stand up to them." 

"I know" I put my head down in shame.

"Don't stress sissy, this is your big break. This is about you" She smiles.

"You're right" I smiled back, zoning in on the tv.