The Cooks Inspiration.

Chapter 2

Zipporah was up with the sun, as she always was, this fine monday morning. Every morning was the same. Get up and get her running clothes on, run for a half hour around her neighborhood and then come home to a shower. 

After that she got ready for school, by reviewing her school work, packing her bag and eating a quick breakfast. She always has a simple fruit smoothie, raspberry and orange, and a slice of toast.

Then driving to the college and going into class. Every morning was the same and she liked it that way, she had a very organized soul. And when things went wrong she always had a backup plan.
As she walked, she smiled. Everyday was perfectly organized, everyday was just how she planned it.
Zipporah's first class was at the furthest building from the parking lot. But that wasn't a problem because she always got there early. Walking into the building she knew exactly where to go and who to talk to. 

"Good morning, Renia." She said walking past the science room. She knew everyone in the building because she is quite the friendly person. Zipporah hated being mean to people and hated when others were mean. She liked things a certain way yes, but she excepted everyone for who they are, and she sees who they could be.

"Good morning Zipporah! How was your performance last weekend?" Renia called out to her from her desk. 

"Well it went pretty perfect. I didn't mess up at all." Was Zipporah's response stopping at the door to the room.

"Come on, Zipporah we all know you never mess up." Renia said stepping out into the hall to finish the conversation. "What I want to know is if you finally went out to have some fun." 

"Renia you know I couldn't do that. I had to study for today."

"Well, I think you need some fun sometimes even if it kills you. You are going to die if you never have any fun, you know."

"Good bye, Renia." Zipporah said walking away.

"Good bye. And Zipporah?" Zipporah turned around to look at her. "Call me Mrs. Graymend." Renia said with sarcasm in her voice. 

Laughing, Zipporah entered into the math room and took her usual seat in the front row, right in the middle. Opening her bag she pooled out her note book and started to look over all of her notes, memorizing every thing she saw. She really wanted to pass this class, even if the teacher didn't like her that much. Determined she sat there for a half hour until all her class mates entered the room and took their seats.

"Pass these to every one, would you, Frank?" Mr. Farces asked one of the students, handing him a stack of paper. Then to the rest of the class he said. "As all of you should know, today we have an exam. I hope you all studied, you'll have needed it." That last part he muttered under his breath. 

Zipporah smiled and put her books away and got a pencil out. When Frank handed her the exam she could feel how stressed she really was in. But she know she would pass because she worked hard and was ready.

Pooling her out of her thoughts Mr. Farces said. "Now, start." With that she grabbed her pencil and began to put her name on the top of the paper.

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After Zipporah finished her exam she felt very confident that she had passed. Walking down the hall to her car, she remembered all that time all weekend she had put into studying and preparing for that exam. 

Zipporah got to her car and sat in the drivers seat for a moment before she turned the key and the engine started up. With the music on, she started to drive. As every song was being played she couldn't help but think of some sort of ballroom routine to go with it.

See, being a professional dancer there was nothing she could do to stop herself from thinking of ballroom all the time. Every thing that she did, she did it with some sort of dance movement with it. Even if it was just a smooth turn down the hall, or dancing as she cleaned up her apartment. Even for math she used dancing to figure it all out. Ballroom was her life, the glow that everyone saw in her, and even in her every thought.

So moving with every song, she drove to the dance studio. The studio was not too far and it went by super fast when Zipporah listened to music. When she stopped her car in the parking lot, she sat there waiting for the song to end.

Pulling out the keys Zipporah thought about how close she was getting to her dream. Ever sense she was a little girl this dream was hers. Everything she did was to work towards this elaborate dream of hers, and it was so close. 

"Hey, June!" Zipporah said, to the girl behind the front desk, as she walked through the doors. "How was your weekend?"

"Oh, hey Zippy!" June replied. "My weekend was amazing! Ryan finally took me on a real date. He is so amazing!" She started starring into no where and smiling. "Anyway, congrats with that last performance! You guys did amazing." 

"That's awesome June!" Zipporah said. "And thanks! I better get back there and warm up."

When Zipporah got into the studio she was welcomed by loud hip hop music. Gregory was there warming up with his favorite type of music. 

"Wow, Greg that's a bit loud, don't you think?" Zipporah almost had to scream. "Mind if I join you?" She said as Gregory turned around to see her.

"Sorry Zip." Gregory turned the music slightly down. "Come warm up, we apparently have a lot to learn today." 

They did some stretches which turn into push-ups and crunches. Then on to some dance moves that stretch the body. And five minutes later they get a drink.

"So you ready to complete our routine for the competition this weekend?" Zipporah asks Gregory.
"Are you kidding me? I'm so excited! I can't wait to hear the audience scream our names as I lift you into that air lift!" As you can see Gregory was all about the attention and all the fun. 

Zipporah just laughed at him. She wanted to get to the top so that everyone would respect her before she started teaching. She had the end in mind and he was all about the president. Completely different in person, but when dancing they became one.

"Okay kids, lets get you two ready for this cha-cha competition, and your performance this weekend." AnnaBelle, their coach said coming into the room. 

Gregory looked at Zipporah confused, then turned back to AnnaBelle, saying. "Couch, I didn't know we have a performance this weekend."

"That is because I just set it up. You two will dance a Cha-Cha and a waltz during a dinner for the new students at the college." AnnaBelle replied smiling. "I do hope you are ready by then. Now, I believe you two have already warned up?" 

"Yes." Zipporah and Gregory said in unison.

"Alright then, let's start with practicing your lift in the middle of this routine." She says walking to the front of the room and placing herself right in front of the mirror.