Dancing with... Who? (Cameron Boyce fan fiction)

New School. New Life ch.2

Yaawwnnn. It was morning, the sign of a new day, and the sign of a new school. The sunlight streaming into my bedroom made my eyes burn. My new room wasn't much to brag about. Just plain white walls, hard wood floor and a king sized bed in the center. I need to redecorate a bit to fit it more into my style, but for now this will have to do.

Rubbing my eyes, I crawled out of bed, and made my way to the bathroom.

Shower. Shower first, then change, then eat breakfast, then off to school.

After my shower, I slipped into a pink aeropostale shirt, my fav skinny jeans, and my black and pink high top sneakers.

I rushed downstairs, obviously attracted by the scent of bacon and eggs. I mean, c'mon, who doesn't like bacon and eggs?

"Hey mom", I rushed over to her and gave her a morning hug.

"Morning sweetie", she answered, returning the hug. "Ready for school?"

"Yup. I just need breakfast. I'm starving". I clutched my stomach to make it more dramatic.

"Haha. Ok, we have bacon, eggs, and hot coco".

"Yum", I sat down at the island in the center of the kitchen and munched down the food.

After breakfast I got up, grabbed my red backpack, and headed out the door.

"Bye mom. I'm off to school".

"Kk. See you later".



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Home room 8-S. Where is it? Where is it? Ughhh. This is why I hate new schools, it's like a maze in here. The hallway was crowding with kids pushing their way to their lockers and home rooms.

I walked over to my locker (I think) and tried turning the lock. The door opened, revealing the empty space inside. Okay, at least I know where my locker is. Now for my class.

I looked over to my right to face the girl standing next to me. She had curly shoulder length auburn hair, a pale complexion, and turquoise eyes. She wore a knee high black dress with a thick gold belt tied around the waist and gladiator heels.

Wow! Looks like someone's dressing to do some impressing today.

"Hey. Um, sorry for bothering you, but could you show me where room 8-S is?" I asked.

She slipped her gold and silver hobo bag over her shoulder and looked at me. "Oh, your in 8-S? That's my home room too. I can walk you there now. You must be new here, my name's Alexia Edwards".

Even though she looks rich, she's not snotty or stuck up at all, she's actually pretty nice.

"Roma Jackson".

"That name sounds very snazzy". She did a dramatic jazz-like pose at the word snazzy.

Um... Okaayyy. Looks like someone's the drama type. I should test out my theory.

"Alexia, are you into drama? Like, you know, acting?"

She looked at me, her eyes dancing as if she's excited to talk about this topic. "Of course I'm into drama! Acting is one of my hobbies. No that's an understatement. It's my passion, my way of life! I always land the lead role in all of the plays I audition in".

Well that's believable. "I'm a dancer", I added, wanting to share something about myself, too. "I was in my school's dance club in New York. And my dance school would host a few shows for publicity".

"Oh, you came from New York. That's so cool! You should be in the dance club here too. When we, the drama club, do musicals, we always need some backup dancers".

I noticed the sign above a nearby door read 8-S. "Yeah that sounds pretty cool. Maybe".

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"Hello. I would like to sign my daughter up for classes". My mom was speaking to the secretary at the front desk. Mom acts like a kid most of the time, but she knows how to sound professional when she wants to.

We were in the front room for the Basement Dance Center, getting me signed up for dance classes. Whoops, sorry. Professional dance classes, as my mom insisted.

The secretary gave me a sheet to sign. "Put your name here and tick the style of dance you'll be taking classes for, sweetie".

I took the paper from her hand. "Thanks".

I sat down on the soft chair next to mom. Hmm... What classes should I pick? Jazz? Check! Hip-Hop? Check! Breaking? Check! Ballet? Check!

I think that's it. I inhaled deeply, taking in the smell of cinnamon scented air freshener. I walked up to the desk and handed the sheet to the secretary.

"You can watch the classes if you want to. Just go down that hallway. The doors have the class type on it".

I looked over at my mom, who just gave me smile and nodded her head. Ok then. Which class should I go to? How about breaking, since I find that one most amazing.

I walked towards the door to the class and opened it, not prepared for what I would see next. In the center of the room was a familiar looking boy around my age . Wait. That's impossible, I just moved to LA. How could anyone look familiar?

I squinted my eyes to focus more on the boy. He wore baggy jeans, red high tops, and a gray jacket. On the floor not too far away from him was a SnapBack hat.

After doing a head spin, he struck a pose facing in my direction. It felt as if the air had been sucked out of me. Omigosh! It's Cameron Boyce!

Okay okay. Calm down girl. Take a deep breath and realize that it's just a dream. If I walk out the door and walk back in here, I'm pretty much sure I'll be in Magic Sugar Fairy Castle or something.

I calmly walked to door, opened it, and exited the room. Shutting my eyes tightly, I repeatedly told myself that it's just a dream. I opened the door and peeked inside.

He's still there.

I pulled my head outside of the room and shut the door behind me. Okay, let's try that again.

Open the door, peek, close the door behind me. Open, peek, close the door behind me. Open, peek, close the door. Open, peek, close...

No matter how many times I tell myself, this is NOT a dream.

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I added more Cameron Boyce this time. Ooooo, what happens next? I don't know. But until next time, vote and comment if you want. Bwahahaha! (^_−)−☆

P.S: I never set foot in the Basement Dance Center before so I have absolutely know idea what it looks like. So this might be inaccurate. I also never set foot in Cali before, lol, so um yeah...imagination (spongebob rainbow right here)