Dance till you drop

Talking to my parents

"Mom, dad, I need to talk to you."
"Okay."
I sit in the couch.
"Shoot." My dad says.
"Can't. There's little people."
"Crystal, go to your room for a little bit."
She does.
"What's going on Dylan?" My mom asks.
"I want to drop gymnastics."
"What? You love gymnastics!"
"I don't want to quit fully. I just don't want to do it competitively anymore."
"Why?"
I stand up and walk around.
"Because I don't."
"What do you mean?"
"I don't want to do anymore!"
I put my head on my arm on the small wall. Tears starting to hit my face.
"Ran, go upstairs for a little bit."
He walks up the stairs. My mom comes to me.
"Don't make me do it anymore."
"Honey, why don't you want to?"
"Because."
"Why?"
"Because I'm not a slut!"
I run up the stairs.
"Dylan! Dylan, come back."
I slam my door shut. And fall on my bed. My mom knocks on my door.
"Dylan?"
"What?"
She comes in and closes the door.
"Who called you that?"
"Mika."
"Oh honey."
"Guess I'm a slut, skank, bitch, and a whore."
"What! She called you all of that?"
"Yeah."
She hugs me.
"Well your not. You don't have to continue gymnastics."
"Thank you."
"But I still want you to work on it though."
"Alex said I can do it in her dances too."
"That's good."
"I'll talk to Amy tomorrow."
"Okay."
"Yeah."
"Well, I'll let you get some sleep."
"Okay."
"Love you."
"Love you too mom."