The Oh So Mind Boggling Tales of Ms. Sarcasm and Sherlock

It all began the day my grandmother died. In a way, she had already died, but not really. It was what you would call an ambiguous loss, so, as one could expect, I refused to accept that she was truly dead at first. That came to a halt one day at school when I was called to the Head of School's office. It was my dad on the phone, delivering the news that she was now 100% dead. I broke. Storming out of the room, I punched the cold, hard, dirty 'white' walls of the damn building and I ran to the bathroom, crumpling to the floor in tears. I NEVER cried, but as I said before, I broke. 

Embarrassingly enough for me, a random girl from my year came in, and started acting as though she gave a damn, and I told her to just leave me alone, I didn't need sympathy. I told her to go get the only person I thought might be able to help, my best friend. She walked off, supposedly to do my bidding. I waited for Sam to come, but pissing-off-ly enough, she didn't show. I was infuriated and depressed at the same time, but that didn't help. No shit it didn't! 

After the bell rung, signaling that that period was over, I wiped my tears and went looking for the twerp. She was walking towards me with a worried expression on her face. Bullshit. She obviously got the message and doesn't give a damn, so screw her! 

I accepted her helping hand, because I obviously needed it. I pulled her by her skinny tan wrist back into the washroom and spilled my guts out as the tears resurrected from my eyes. I looked up at her once I finished ranting, I looked up at her, expecting, hoping, desperate for some answers and she gave me the standard lie that everyone says, that too, emotionlessly.

"It'll all get better soon" She tried to console in a sickly sweet voice. It sounded like the voice that would only be used by the devil, disguised as an angel. All I could think was an ever so pissed off well thanks for the help, Dear! 

She was supposed to be my best friend, and at the time I needed her most, she bailed on me. I had started to trust her, which is saying something, as I have majorly major trust issues, and she just crushed my delicate trust with her tiny weak fists, as if it was nothing.  

As I should have expected, all my, our, I thought with distaste, friends sided with her, because Sam could never do anything wrong, she's just too sweet! Well too sweet my ass. I decided that at this point, I wasn't wanted at school and I sure as hell didn't want to be here, so I left. I grabbed my bike of the racks and headed to the deserted dance studio I loved so much. I came here whenever I wanted to be alone, whenever I was depressed, to bored, or just wanted to dance. It was the only place I counted as home. 

As my eyes drifted upwards to meet the familiar sign, reading "Dance Haven", I thought two things; one, how original (this I thought while smirking to myself), and two, back to the day I found this place. It was two years ago on a rainy April day, surprise surprise, I had what had to be the worst birthday ever. My mother and I got into a fight over something really stupid and silly and she got infuriated. I bet she was just mad that for once, I was making her seem bad and that both my brother and dad were siding with me. That all stopped when the wrong words slipped from her mouth. I know she didn't mean them, they call it being mad for a reason. You go crazy and say things you don't mean.

"I hate you." The menacing words slipped from her angered lips before she could stop them. I, like always, chose flight over fight and ran.  

I was oblivious to the pounding drops of water that could potentially have destroyed my beloved iPod, as that was the least of my worries. I had no clue where I was, or where I was going, but I just kept running. I must have run a mile or two in a full-out sprint before I collapsed on the ground, digging my nails into my thighs until small streams of blood oozed their way out. I looked up to see the old, tattered building. 

I smile at the memory, but it's not a solely joyful smile. Deciding it's time to step inside after all, I discard of my hoodie and plug my iPod into the speakers of the ever-so familiar empty wood-floored room. The only things in there were the ballet bars off to the side, the mirror wall, the large window on the back wall, opposite the mirror, reminding me of the ongoing rainstorm, and the speakers, which were sitting on a table. I let the music play, and the first song was one of my favorites, U. N. I. by Ed Sheeran. My feet moved on their own accord, letting the rhythm pulse through my body, taking my thoughts with them. I landed on my ass a couple times, as usual, but that didn't take the new-formed calm expression off of my face. The only thought that managed to squeeze it's way through was how I wish that one of my friends, preferably one of the guys, could dance. Many of the songs need a dance partner, as do some of my favorite moves. 

Just my luck, and probably a little of the Universe deciding that it was time to cut me some slack, some random, rain-drenched stranger walks through the door, surprised to see me. If he, yes he, was surprised, then I don't even know where to begin to describe my thoughts. With that, my feet got tangled up with each other and I found myself crumpled up on the ground. Again. 

As clichéd as this sounds, he did the expected and walked over to me to help me up. Just then, I realized, that he was decent-looking, okay maybe I was being a bit of a tough judge, he was cute, but so not my type. He seemed way too, grimacing as the bitter word enters my mind, popular. Those were never good. And with that, the music stopped and I realized that my best friend was still a worthless bitch and my grandmother was still cold as stone. I grabbed my iPod off the table and did what I always did. I ran. 

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