Mystery Girl

Term 1

The devil it's self decided to wake me up. My alarm clock. I got up knowing well enough I needed a shower. Turning the water I put it to where it was hotter then warm but it wasn't hot, it was just the perfect temperature. Before hopping in I turned on the radio to hear One Last Time by Arianna Grande. I love this song.

After about 30 minutes I got out drying myself and dressing for my exams, luckily I could do them all in the same day, as long as I did them in an hour. All I needed was an hour for math and English but for dance I was given 2 hours. We weren't going to be given time to change so I had to go dressed comfortably for dance. I had forgotten how close my birthday is to exams, if I didn't check my calendar then I would have been in for a surprise. I probably should have studied but I spent the whole year studying for these stupid tests.

It was 8 when I was done with everything. So I decided to message Martin.

Me: hey Martin, I just wanted to thank you for the date again and I'll message you after school, I have exams!

Martin: good luck, I know you'll do great! I'll be waiting for that text!

I smiled at my phone, it's nice knowing he cares. My brother was freaking out about this exam and asked me for a ride since his car was in the shop. Why? I had no idea but I want to know. He got into the car then I made our way to school. After exams we get a week off and then we start second term.

It didn't take long to get to school and I could see my brother freaking out beside me.

"Dude calm down, you'll do great, you always do" I reassured him. He nodded his head in response and jumped out of the car and basically ran into the school. The only exam I was excited for was dance. All the choreography of the different style dances had to be put into one. Each piece was a minute long.

Math exam. Tricky. Done.
English exam. Easy. Done.
Dance exam. Difficult. My piece was 5 minutes long. A minute each style. Hiphop, jazz, lyrical, contemporary and tap. This teacher loves story's so I made mine about a girl who's happy and is slowly becoming depressed and suicidal by the contemporary piece and then in tap she's letting the world know how she's feeling and dies. I had to change the contemporary piece a bit so I could put my tap shoes on while dancing. It was a difficult transition but I can do it.

I went in with 10 minutes left in the 2 hours. Everyone was there sitting since they finished their pieces. I put my school bag and shoes in the corner of my class and I put my tap shoes in the front right stage area. Well my right and the audiences left. Luckily I was good at putting songs together. The music started loud and full of energy. I did my best to hit every sharp move and every soft one. I made them big enough for others to see clearly. With much success I managed to make putting on my tap shoes part of the choreography. I put the last of my energy into the last minute and dropped at the end.

I could feel all the sweat dripping down my body. I got up and nodded at my teacher as the rest of the students stood and did the same. I changed my shoes and shoved my tap shoes in my bag and made my way to the car. Checking my missed calls and messages my brother told me he didn't need a ride because he was going to Rebecca's and Makena already went to work since she finished all her exams. that lucky girl only had two exams.

I started the car and let the engine run for around 5 minutes before I decided to pull out of the drive way. My music was rudely interrupted as my phone started ringing. Yay Bluetooth. I answered the call using the steering wheel and spoke.

"Hello?" I questioned

"Hey beautiful, it's Martin, my mom was wondering if you had anything to do tonight?"

"Nothing certain, I have to talk to my parents still" I answered

"Okay well tell your parents you're busy, dress nice and I'll pick you up at 6" he said before hanging up. It was 3 when I got home. I went straight to the kitchen to see my dad making two sandwiches. Before I let him say anything I spoke "can you tell mom I'm busy tonight, so if there were any plans I wasn't informed of I can't go"

He gave me a surprised look and opened his mouth only for me to hear my moms voice.
"I don't know who think you are but you are coming to dinner with us tonight"

Great. "Mom please, I'm meeting martins parents, I promise to make it up to another time" I groaned.

"Ladies do not groan and is that the DJ dude because if so we were invited for dinner so that's fine but you still owe me." She smirked.

I went straight to my room and took a shower. I sweated like 10 buckets, I'm not meeting his parents smelling like farts.