P. H. A. S. E

Phase 5: flashbacks and nightmares

We arrived at school the next day late.

Alvin, the early birds in our group wasn't available for Fi duties sake. Pedro wasn't in the school mood, Harper and Seth were playing table soccer when Mia and I arrived at the dorm. We couldn't resist the urge to join.

Since we had no one else to nudge us to school and our driver wasn't in a good mood, we left the dorm by 8:12 arriving 50 mins late for school.

Classes had started but we bothered less. We were strolling in like we owned the campus chatting about nothing in particular.

Pedro hadn't said much that morning. He only talked when Mia asked him a question and when he needed to back up the song we sang in the car.

That's Seth's way. Alvin wasn't there to cheer him up with his jokes. That morning just had this awkward feeling to it.

I had missed first period. My next class was ballet which started five minutes before I joined. 

"Your first class this year and you are late. You have never been late to my class." Mr Lawrence lashed with his thick french asset.

" Sorry sir." I apologized as I joined the line. Just few seconds later Melanie waltzed in.

" You are late! As usual."

" Take it easy Lawrence. I was right behind your miss pretty pretty." She scoffed. " I'm right on time."

" No, she's late. Don't talk to me like that."

"Get used to it. My mom says it's 12grade syndrome. I am very very ill." She mimiced his asset as she joined the queue.

"both of you would have this class extended by one hour. Say goodbye to your next period and Twenty mins of  recess." He wasn't kidding.

He sent a PRP to our History teacher and activated the timer.  Daysman high is so infested with surveillance cameras, getting out of the room would only escalate our punishment.

"Great!" I screamed as I sat on the floor.

"It's not time to groan. Up up on your tippee toes."

"You mean tip toes. Tippee is a baby goods company."

Melanie was ready to dance on his nerves.  

"That's it your entire recess. "

"From the top... The nutcracker!" He ordered us as he lifted me to my feet.

We hadn't danced for twenty minutes but I felt really tired and exhausted. I had flashbacks of my mum and I performing together in our house and when she performed the nutcracker with me when I was just thirteen.

This was the 10th time I lost stance and skipped a dance step. It happened each time I remember she wasn't here.

"What is wrong with you miss pretty pretty? You never miss a step." Melanie asked with concern. "I hate dancing to this song and you know that... Is this your way to torture me?" She lended a hand to help me up again. I could still see the flick of concern she tried to hide with her bitchy attitude.

Just then the door opened. "I knew I will find you here... Running away from your sister's re-appointment, aren't you?"

I looked up to see Drake walking in.

"Head back. " Mr Lawrence ordered.

Drake paused in his track with the most amazing smile. "I just wanted to watch you teach your students. I am new and I am an aspiring artist. I wanted some inspiration for my project and my model is dancing so I thought it delightful to watch."