Dance. Dance dance dance. My life is dance. Alex started dance, therefore my life is ruined. Why, why must he make my life miserable? Why does he purposely try to wreck everything and embarrass me? I don't get it! I am hopeless.
" Guess who has arrived" Destinee calls. She comes into my room. I look over at the open window. Alex had just come into his room.
" Hey ladies, how ar-"
" NOBODY LIKES YOU" Destinee yells. She slams the window closed. I sit back on my bed laughing. Seriously, how can life get any better than this?
" Wow" I laugh.
" Ugh, he's such a baby" She groans. I laugh at this. Honestly.
" Yeah okay so I need your help with something" I say. I smack her on the arm to get her attention.
" Woman" She sasses " Don't you dare hit me or I will through a doughnut at your face."
" Jeez woman, calm down" I sass.
" What do you need" She asks. She flops down on the bed. I say flop because she threw herself onto the bed as hard as she could so her entire body flopped like a fish.
" Wow" I say. " I have to kiss Alex in a dance"
" So, just do it"
" What?"
" Do, it" She says slower this time, mocking my understanding of what I had said.
" Why, why would I ever do that" I laugh.
" Because you love to dance and you won't let anything get in your way of winning at nationals" She reminds me.
" Right" I remember.
" So you get your ass off your bed and go to dance"
" Your ass is on my bed" I remind her. She looks at me with the most evil look I have ever seen. Right now I am so glad that looks can't kill, because I would be dead.
" Fine, get your ass to dance before I kick it out of here" She says as she gets up in a threatening motion.
" Okay okay, I'm going but you better not be here when I get back" I call from the doorway.
" Yeah yeah" She mutters. I roll my eyes and walk to my car. This might just be the most interesting dance class of my life.
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I walk into the studio and go straight into our dancers cave, (the little place where they get ready for dance). I hear Alex's laugh walk into the studio and I run out of the cave and get into line. Alex walks in and takes his place in line, right next to me. I roll my eyes at his actions as he puts his arm around my waist. The other girls ooh and aah and I slap his hand away.
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The Neighbor
Teen FictionMy name is Brooklyn May. I'm 17, graduating high school. People can call me talented. People can call me beautiful. People can even say that I have the perfect life. None of that is true, at least in my eyes. I see myself as another person trying to...