When The Big Girl Dances

Chapter one: Just a worthless dream

"And now introducing, Trixie Holloway as she dances to the song Try by Colbie Caillat!" The announcer announces. I walk promptly to the stage. I extend my arms and start to dance. As I dance the crowd laughs and points. "Mommy look at that fat, black girl dancing. Ew!" A little girl cries. I continue to move gracefully blocking out their horrible laughter. "Just keep up with the beat." I whisper to myself. The crowd groans with the disgust as they continue to watch. I continue to dance fighting every tear that dared to try to escape. The crowd boos and throws things at me. I just smile to keep from crying. I twirl and twirl until I fall to the ground. The crowd goes silent. Why did they stop? What was going on? I look up and see HIM. I'm not sure who he is but he just looks at me and smiles. He's beautiful. Light brown hair, hazel eyes that seemed to smile at you, and lightish brownish skin; he is surprisingly taller then me. The admiration in my eyes quickly turned to anger. "Well, aren't you gonna laugh like all the others?" I ask angrily shouting at him. He shakes his head still smiling at me. "Well then, why are you here? Please just go away!" I beg desperately also hating myself for being so desperate. "Dance with me beautiful." He says in an ever so sweet voice. I want to laugh but it doesn't come out. I shake my head and scoot away from him. "Please," he says. "Don't push away." He says with sadness in his voice. I get up and run away as fast as I can wiping my tears which were now unbelievably pouring out. I look back and see the boy with a sad look on his face. I stop. Maybe . . . just maybe. I turn towards him. His hazel eyes seeming to glisten again.
"Hurry, niña bonita!!!" The boy screams desperately. I run as fast as my long legs can carry me. I get there panting hard. A tear sheds from his beautiful eyes. "You are too late niña bonita." He says softly. Another girl steps out into the crowd. She is skinny, and blonde unlike me. She smirks at me. "You're too ugly and fat anyways." She says in a squeaky voice. "Lo siento." The boy says as he walks away with the girl. My heart drops. All of a sudden the crowd, the boy, and the better looking girl disappear leaving me alone on a stage. I lay down and close my eyes wishing I danced with the boy. Maybe if I did, I would have felt BEAUTIFUL. I lay here knowing I don't belong . . . knowing I'll never belong.
I almost jump off of my bed. I sigh. "Oh Trixie, why do you have such strange dreams?" I say to myself. I look at the clock; it is 5:00 a.m., I groan. It's almost time to wake up. I lay back in my bed thinking about my dream. I always have the same dream and I don't know why. Maybe I'm just nervous. Envelopes are finally going to be given out today to determine who made it into the new dance class. It's a fat chance I get one; but it's worth a shot. I sigh hoping my dream wasn't a bad sign. "Okay Trixie it wasn't a bad sign. It was just . . . it was just a worthless dream." I say to myself deciding to believe my reassuring words . . . mostly.