"I cant wait until next week, when everybody comes over for Christmas. I haven't seen Cameron in like forever!" I say exited as we walk down the crammed halls to 5th period.
"Who's coming over this year?" Maya asks inquisitively .
Every year, a week before Christmas we have people stay over at our house to celebrate with us. Last year we had Cam, (my brother) coming back from College for Christmas and I invited Maya to stay. My cousins also came to visit from Australia last year, however they couldn't afford to come over again this year so Cam is bringing a friend from College to stay with us instead.
"I'm pretty sure it's only you, cam and one of his friends coming back this year"
"Oh gosh, I've never known the Campbell house to be so quiet!" She says in a mocking tone. "Who's Cams friend that's coming?" She questions.
"I have never met him before but my mom has when she went to go watch one of their hockey matches at college. His name is Nathan and I'm pretty sure he is only a few years older than us".
"Ooo I wonder if he's hot? I mean, I do love an older man!" She exclaims, but luckily the halls are very loud so not many people hear and no attention is drawn to us. I just roll my eyes at Maya, as I've become used to her comments by now.
Maya is not at all a shy person and says everything without a filter. If anyone ever says anything rude towards her or the people she cares about, you can bet she will start running her mouth. Thats one of the things I love most about her, I wish I had her confidence. However when she starts talking loud or going off on somebody I can't help but feel a little embarrassed. Maya loves all eyes on her whereas I'm the complete opposite.
I would much rather just sit at the back of the classroom with no disturbances. It's safe to say social situations aren't really my strong point. When I'm nervous it's like if frozen on the spot, the words trying to escape my mouth are trapped and can't find the key to getting them out. I'm like a fish out of water.
Speaking of classrooms we have just arrived to our 5th period, History.
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As soon as I sit down in Maya's car ready to drive home after school, that Monday feeling instantly takes over.
My eyelids become droopy and my muscles feel heavy. Last period wasn't too bad as I don't mind history, well to be honest it's one of my favourite subjects, after dance of course, but today it wasn't a Normal lesson as it is the last week of school.
I was begging my mom all weekend to let me stay off school but she told me she needed the house to be empty so she can get it ready for our visitors next week.
I start gathering my things as me pull into my street, "Are you coming inside Maya?"
"No, I think I'm going to go home as we've got training later".
"Yeah okay then, thank you for dropping me home" I say shutting the car door behind me, careful not to slam it as I know Maya will complain.
As I open the front door I hear mayas jeep drive off behind me. When I get inside the house is still, and quiet. Despite it being 4:30pm mom doesn't finish work for at least another half an hour, and as Cam is at college and I don't have contact with my dad, I have the house all to myself.
At 5:30 I have got dance practice so I need to get ready to leave. Our last rehearsal is on Friday in preparation for our competition next week.
I lug my heavy, book filled bag over my shoulder and trudge up the stairs. Considering I'm a ballerina you would think I'd be a bit more gracious or at least light footed.
My room is a void of darkness as I was in a rush this morning due to me sleeping in, and I didn't even have enough time to open my curtains or make my bed. As soon as I pull the curtains apart my room is flooded with sunlight.
I decide not to sit down as I worry I wouldn't ever get back up so I walk over to my closet and pull out my leotard and tights.
I do many styles of dance such as Hip hop, Street, Jazz, contemporary but my all time favourite is, and always will be, ballet. I've had a passion for it ever since I was young.
As I struggle to pull off my jeans, like always, I try not to glance in the mirror. For the past few weeks I have been trying to cut down on how much food I'm eating, as whenever I look around I can't help but compare myself to all of the gorgeous girls that surround me.
I don't have much confidence anyway, and every now and then I go through this phase, but it only last a few weeks and then comes back a week or so later ,but recently the voice inside my head has just been getting louder and it's hard to cancel it out.
Trying my best to push thoes thoughts to the back of my head i quickly get changed. My outfit is a black leotard with a sweetheart neckline and a low back, my ballet tights go underneath. I slip my favourite grey joggers over the top and put on my Spotify playlist. Finally letting myself sit down to do my hair.
I tie it back into a slick pony talk and twist my hair tightly into a bun, secure a hair net over top and pin it in place.
Now I am ready for dance.
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Before I know it, the dance class has finished and I'm at home getting ready for bed. I choose to be sensible and get an early night so I'm not as tired tomorrow.
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