15 year old Lavender Marie Scott, aka Vinnie has trouble in all aspects of her life, school, dance, family, and especially her childhood friends, the Aldens. The Alden family is known for competing in Dance, but so is the Scott family, well, mostly...
When I wake up the next morning, my foot throbs under my blanket. I groan and try to get up but I can't move. It's like I'm temporarily paralyzed due to my body feeling so shitty.
I yell out, "Mom! Josh! Anyone!?" Josh opens my door, his hand still on the doorknob as he almost falls into my room. "What!? What's wrong!?" He asks worried.
I fight my tears but the pain in my voice tells him all he needs to know, "It's my foot." Josh gets mom and we head to ER.
I explain the pain I'm feeling to the doctor and he sends me to the Radiology portion of the Hospital and we find out my foot hasn't fully healed. He said I should have rested a bit more before I started dancing again.
He tells mom that I need to rest for atleast 6 to 8 weeks for it to fully heal. And then I should wait 2 more weeks until I start dancing again. She has something to say about this.
"She has a huge competition in 2 weeks, she can't skip that!" The doctor sighs, "This is no negotiation Ms. Scott. She needs rest. She is working too hard in everything. She needs to rest in her room and not use her foot unless it is under dire circumstances."
Mom looks to me and I can see a light bulb go off in her eyes. "What if she does a partnership dance? She has a part in this one routine where she has to spin and jump but thats it."
He looks to me and I sigh, "Mom it's fine. He's right. I do need to rest. There is always more competitions. I need to make sure my foot is fully healed so I can perform my best. But when my foot does heal, I can't dance all the time okay?"
Mom nods, dissapointed that she couldn't get her way. "Fine. You said 6 to 8 weeks?" The doctor nods, "8 weeks plus 2 weeks. 10 weeks altogether."
Mom gasps, "But that is 2 months and 10 days! Of staying inside!?" The doctor slouches and rubs his face as mom rants about how horrible it is to keep a child in the house constantly.
Eventually I have enough and I snap, "Mom! Shut up for 2 seconds! Let the man speak for fucks sake!"
Silence engulfs the room and mom doesn't speak until we get home. I head up to my room as soon as I walk in the front door. I check my phone. 3pm. We have a dinner tonight with the Aldens. I wonder if Tate is gonna talk to me. I wonder if Beth is gonna talk to me.
I wonder what Beth's husband acts like.
I go ahead and get a bath and get dressed and sit at my vanity so I can stay off my foot as I do my hair and put on a little makeup.
I put my hair in a bun and get a couple strands loose so they frame my face. I put on a baggy dark sweater over my tank top and put on some sweatpants and some socks. Finally I pick my shoes. I find some white sneakers in my closet and slip them on and put some bb cream and curl my lashes and put a little mascara on.
☆Lavender's hair☆
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