P.S. Destroy

The Costume

Next day when I wake up I don't feel like going to school. It's Monday and I hate Mondays. They are the second worst days of the week. The worst is Tuesday. Why, you may ask? Because on Tuesday you don't have a weekend behind you but you still have nearly all the week in front of you. And I have P.E. on Tuesdays. I hate P.E. too because I'm not what you call sporty. I don't like to move in my spare time exept if it's to go and find a new book. Then it's okay. Lauren, on the other hand, loves sports. She's the biggest sports fan I know. Her hobbies include dance and soccer. I remember when she ones, a few years ago, wanted me to come with her dancing.

/Flashback/

"Please Ivy! Come with me tommorrow to my dance!" A ten-year-old Lauren whines.

"But I can't dance! I will just embarras myself!" I try to get out of it.

"Please! Just this ones and if you hate it you never ever have to come again! I promise." Lauren beggs with her sad-puppy-that-will-melt-the-coldest-heart-of-ice- eyes. I can't say no to her now. I've never been able to resist her when she looks at me with those eyes. And she knows it but still uses them only when it's about something really important. I realise she's still waiting for me to reply.

"Okay. BUT, if I don't like it you have no right to drag me there again." Lauren's face lights up and she picks me up in a bear hug and spins around.

"Please put me down!" Lauren puts me down and looks down at my face with a smile.

"You are the best friend I could ever ask for!" Lauren exclaims.

-the next day-

"Ivy! We have to leave now so that we will make it on time!" I run down the stairs and out through the front door. I lock it behind me and run to my mothers car which is waiting for me. I jump in to the backseat next to Lauren.

When we are at the dance studio my mother quickly pays for me and I and Lauren go to change. When we come into the changing room the rest of the girls are already there. I can feel all their eyes on me. I feel horrible. I'm short and can't dance at all. We change fast and go after the rest of the girls to the class. There are mirrors strewn across all of the walls exept the one where the door is.

"Can we stay at the back of the class please?" I whisper to Lauren.

"Of course." We stay at the back and just a few moments later a woman walks in. She is probably the teacher or what they are called. She walks to the front of the class. The beginning of the lesson goes well but when we have to do an exercise alone in the middle of the class whilst everyone else is watching is when I start to feel sick. I try to hide at the back so I wouldn't have to do it but someone pushes me to the middle of the class to be the first one. I start to panic and I feel dizzy. I hate to be in front of the class at school and we are only about twenty in our class. Here are closer to forty girls. Stearing at me. Waiting for me start to dance. My panic grows bigger and I'm starting to get hard to breathe. Some of the girls whisper about something and someone laughs. The teacher says something to but her voice sounds like it would be miles away. I try to talk but my throat is clogged. I can't get a singel sound out. I'm feeling more and more dizzy and suddenly I fall backwards without any controll over my body. My head hits the floor and everything goes black.

/Flasback ends/

I shudder at the memory. I hate being the center of attention. I remember that it's Monday morning and that I'm still in bed. I get up and change before I remember that Lauren is still sleeping.

"Wakey wakey, sunshine, eggs and bakey." I shake her slightly to wake her up.

"Too much rhymes!" Lauren mutters and slowly gets up.

"I'll just put my hair up and then I'll go and make breakfast." I walk over to my bathroom where I quickly put up my hair. Or, as quickly as you can when your hair is nearly a meter long. After it I walk to our kitchen. My mother sits at the table drinking her morning coffee and reading a newspaper.

"Good morning!" She says as I pour cereal and milk into two bowls.

"Good morning!" I answer as Lauren comes in to the kitchen and takes her bowl with cereal with a smile and starts eating. I sit down next to her at the dining table and start eating my own cereal. We quickly eat and take our bags and leave for school. We say bye to my mother who is also leaving. When we walk to school I get lost in my thoughts.

"So what do you think?" Lauren asks and I realise she has been talking for a while now and I've just been lost in my thoughts.

"I'm sorry, I was lost in my thoughts. Could you say again?" Lauren laughs at my response.

"I said, I thought I'd be Belle at the dance."

"What dance?"

"The dance where everyone wears costumes? And masks? You remember?" Lauren sighs.

"Oh, that dance." I remember now. The sance I promised to go to with her and Alex. "I'm sure you will be beautiful. Will Alex be the Beast?"

"Atleast I'll try to persuade him. But he will probably say that it's a no go." We laugh at that because knowing Alex he would never dress up as the Beast. Suddenly I know where I might find an idea to my costume. I decide to go there after school.

AN:
Was this chapter shorter than the first one? Should I write longer chapters?

~ Stella