Faith (P.O.V.)
After a long school day, I was on my way home when I heard something.
The noises came from a classroom near the lockers.
I went over there and saw that the classroom was open.
It seemed like an after-school class.
The people in the classroom were boys and girls combined.
On one side of the room, I saw girls wearing pink/white leotards, pink/white ballet skirts, pink tights, and pink ballet shoes, and their hair was in a bun.
The instructor on their side of the room was dressed the same.
On the other side of the room, there were girls and boys.
They were dressed opposite from the ballet group.
They wore tight-fitted tops, sweat/baggy pants, and clean sneakers.
The instructor turned on the music, and everybody stood there observing and listening to her.
I was fascinated by how the instructor's feet moved to the music.
I felt like this big void in my life after I saw this.
***Flashback***
"Come on, girls!" Mrs. Morris, my dance teacher, announced. "We have three more days of practice left. We got this! We can do it!"
After I heard this, I was more than determined to get it right.
I understood everything. Every move. Every step. I listened for the one part that would groove me and the melody to move me. I wanted to feel the beat, let go of all my tensions, and get the rhythm into my soul. It was my reason for living. I was nothing without it.
"Faith, you are getting good at this." My friend said. "I can never really get it right. You should help me in getting it right."
"I don't know, Maya," I said. "I'm not even sure if I'm doing this right."
"Are you kidding me? Of course you are! It is so obvious from your passion and dedication."
"Okay, okay. I will help you practice.
"Yay, thank you so much. I want to get this right."
"Attention girls!" Mrs. Morris said. "On Thursday, I want everybody to be here 30 minutes early. We need to warm up and get ready. This is going to be the biggest and best day of your life. Be ready to impress everybody."
Thursday came, and I was so psyched.
There were butterflies in my stomach.
It was finally my day to impress.
Suddenly, there were screams, cries for help, and her voice.
It doesn't leave my mind to this day.
Every Thursday, I hear it ringing in my ear.
It pains me a lot, and they don't understand.
They never did, and they never will.
Mrs. Morris was right; it was the biggest day of my life, but not the best.
It was a bad---- no, not bad—-It was the worst day of my life.
I hate that Thursday.
The Thursday that haunts me every Thursday ruined my life and shattered me.
It shattered me so much that I don't think I will ever put the pieces back together.
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Mr. Perfect
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