Dance With Me

Chapter Two - Marie's POV

I forgot to set my alarm.

Two cold hands shake me in an effort to wake me up. I groan and swat them away. "Marie Alexia Skylark, get up!" my mother says. I sigh and sit up.

"What, Mum, what?!"

I pull off the eye cover I have on and lick my lips. Mum smiles kindly at me. What's she up to?

"Finally. You'll be late, so don't bother showering this morning. You showered last night, right?"

I nod and run my hand through my messy blond hair. "Yeah, Mum," I yawn. "I'm good. Can you get my breakfast while I get ready please?"

She grins as if its obvious she'll do it. "Sure, Marie," she says. "I'll be in the kitchen."

Mum walks off and I listen for her footsteps until they're gone. I fall back on the bed with a deep sigh. After a few seconds of breathing and staring at the black ceiling, I sit up and fall over on the carpeted floor. Laughing, I brush off my fluffy pajama trousers and stand up. I grab my hair and bun it into a scrunchy, then walk to the bathroom. I splash some water on my face and brush my teeth, quietly humming the ABC's twice to time myself. What? Don't judge me.

Once done, I brush out my flat blonde hair and twist it into a regulation ballet bun. I hate these buns. I mean, sure, they're pretty, but they are just sooo tight. Ugh.

Walking back to my bedroom, I hear voices downstairs. What? I peek over the banister and see Mum and Mabel's dad. Huh?

"Five boys? What're the odds they'll..."

My mother is cut off by Mr. Pollock.

"No, the girls wouldn't. I think we should let them go."

Go where? What's going on? Where is Mabel?

I watch as they embrace and Mum kisses his cheek.

What.

The.

Actual.

Heck?

They pull away and I run to my bedroom, quietly closing the door behind me. I pick up my phone from my bedside table. I scan through my contacts and click on 'Mabel P.' when it finally shows up.

'you outside?' I text her.

'yeah, c'mon! :D'

'kay but... nvm, brt.'

I click off my iPhone 4 and stuff it in my pink Hollister hoody.

"Marie! C'mon love, you'll be late! Mabel an George are here to take you to school!"

I yell back an "okay!" and race down the stairs. Without saying anything, I slip into my brown UGGs and pick up my ballet slippers, then kiss Mum's cheek and run out the door. "Bye!"

"Bye Ma-" her goodbye is cut short as I slam the door and rush to the limousine in the drive.

I look at Mabel with worried blue eyes. Mr. Pollock waves at me. I wave back- awkwardly. I've never quite fancied being around him. I breathe an exasperated sigh and lean on Mabel's shoulder. She absent-mindedly plays my strands of my hair as we drive.