It was the first day of July. Cyan was out in the living room, watching ballet. He had on a black shirt and tights. His hair was bunched up in a ponytail.
"Okay, now stand like this." The TV instructor said, lifting a foot in the air. Cyan copied it with ease. Edison stumbled into the room.
"Cyan... what's for-" Edison looks at the dancing Cyan."Are you wearing tights?!" Cyan quickly grabbed the remote and turned off the TV.
"What are you doing up so early?!" Cyan said in shock. Edison smirked.
"You dance ballet." Edison stated in a taunting voice. Cyan cleared his voice.
"My karate teacher says it helps with stretching and flexibility." Cyan said in defense.
"You're a ballerina. Can you dance on your little tippie toes again?" Edison chuckled.
"Ballet is a elegant dance." Cyan muttered.
"For a girl, Cyan! What have you done, change genders?" Edison smirked. Cyan leaped towards Edison, twirled, then kicked Edison straight in his stomach.
"I may be a fucking ballerina but I'm also a black belt in karate." Cyan spat out. Janie then came out of her room.
"Oh hey Cyan. Practicing ballet?" Janie asked casually.
"Yeah. Madame Amore wants us to look at different ballet channels while she goes to her ballet convention." Cyan replied.
"But didn't your karate teacher want you to practice your forms?"
"I'm gonna do it after lunch." Cyan said. Janie looked around to see Edison clutching his stomach in pain.
"Lemme guess... he called you a ballerina?" Janie inquired.
"Yup." Cyan replied. Edison shrugged and sat on the couch, switching it to the Latin channel."Oh hell no. I was practicing my ballet. Switch it back."
"Watch it in your room." Edison retorted.
"You watch it in your room."
"I don't have a TV in my room."
"You can watch TV on that computer thing I gave you."
"I don't know how to work it!"
"Then learn how to!" The two boys glared at each other, the tension rising.
"ALL RIGHT!!" Janie yelled, stopping the two boys. She went in the kitchen. A few minutes later she came out with a piece of duct tape. She then surrounded the boarder of the living room, including the door, with it. She stepped in the living room and pushed Edison and Cyan out."No one goes in the living room except me. Got it?"
"But-" Cyan started.
"Practice in your room. Now... leave." Edison and Cyan sulked to their two separate rooms, defeated.
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Classical Days
HumorEdison Boo was a thirty-four year old teacher who worked at Classical High School. Of course all that changed when he was struck by lightning. Instead of taking his life, the shock gave Edison a present of its own: The body of a five year old. Now w...
