The Art of Dancing in the Rain

Chapter 2

"There is a vitality, a life force, an energy, a quickening that is translated through you into action, and because there is only one of you in all time, this expression is unique. And if you block it, it will never exist through any other medium and will be lost."

― Martha Graham

Chapter 2

"Bringgggggg," ahh fudge-nuggets it's time for school already. You know what I hate about school? It's how people talk about it. I mean there is gossip yes, but that shiz about cliques and what not is all wrong, you can hang out with whoever you want too.

Sure there are the populars, the wanna-be populars, the nerds, the delinquents, and then the wannabe delinquents...but then there are the varieties. Some are groups of friends like a cheerleader, a nerd, and an emo in a group, but the truth is there's also another category one I fit well into. The outsiders population 1. It seemed like I didn't fit into anything and it's either I didn't talk to anyone or they just didn't want to talk to me and it stuck that way for like 4yrs of my life, but sadly enough I liked it that way.

No drama, rumors, gossip, who am I kidding I would kill to be in any of the groups. I slammed down hard on the alarm and lazily got up for another deadful day of school. I went into the bathroom brushed my teeth took a bath pulled on a sweater and a pair of baggy grey sweatpants and then proceeded to try and comb my tangly hair. Ahhh screw it.

I said trying to pull the comb out from my hair keyword here 'trying'. So ten minutes later when I successfully pulled it out an finished my little victory dance I was out and going along to school in my car silently praying it wouldn't break down today.

When I finally made it to school I parked in the farthest corner of the parking lot and closed the door of the car. I walked up the stairs to first period not really feeling like walking all the way to my locker and had Mr.Mitchell bombard me with questions of why I was late and then proceeded to give me detention. School was absolutely fantabulously amazing *note the extreme sarcasm.

"Stupid bald unloved dumb a-," I muttered while going to my seat.

"What was that Ms.Corondez? Did you just ask for two detentions."

"No sir I didn't," I said through gritted teeth.

"It sounded like you did," he said his face turning slightly pink in embarassment. By the looks of it baldy locks was getting mad.

"Well maybe then you should crank your hearing aid up." I muttered apparently too loudly by the stunned look on his face. Luckily the students were far more interested in ther conversations ot hear what I was saying.

"I won't tolerate disrespect in my class."

"Well that sucks since you don't own the class," I said dully not noticing the words I said after they left my mouth.

"That's it three detentions."

"What I didn't-"

"You want four"

"Yes she does," three girls from the front row chimed in, who didn't have much of a social life and decided to listen in.

"That's it four detentions now take your seat."

"Stupid baldylocks had something crawl up his butt today," I muttered hoping he couldn't hear, but I was wrong because when I turned around something I started to regret saying it. His face was redder than Dorothy's shoes.

"That's it go to the principals office this instant."

"Yes," I was suprised by my enthusiasm, but hey nobody said his class was fun.

"Your happy about that?"

"Trust me your class is worse than a lot of things."

"That's it go," he shouted.

So many minutes later when I completely told my story of baldylocks and the three dwarfs to the principal he finally spoke.

"Ms.Corondez you've never done something like this before I know he gave you detention, but did you really have to act like that?"

"Is it really my fault?," I asked trying to turn this situation around.

"Yes it is really, you disrespected the man in front of his entire class."

"But if you think about he disrespected me in front of the entire class and he started it first too," I said defending myself.

"Ms.Corond-"

"Why are we so formal Harry my name is Cece Harry Ce-ce."

"I think were forgetting I'm your principal and it's Mr.Jones to you young lady."

"If you think about this in math terms and divide your age by 3 and add 5 subtract 1 add back 3 and then divide it all by 2 your the same age as me," I said smiling. Yeah I'm smart like that.

"I'm thinking you should go back to Mr.Mitchell's class you need all the help in math you can get because I'm pretty sure your not 9," he said smiling back at me.

"So your not 84," I said shocked by the turn of situations, instead of getting upset he laughed.

"You know I was started to worry about the fact that you couldn't count for a second there, but from your math grades in the past you seem to be excelling, but lack participation and don't do much or any homework. I can place you in advanced math if you want, but you have to at least start doing your homework."

"Will I ever have to see Mr.Mitchell's face again?"

"No."

"Deal," I said a little too fast.

"Okay go get your stuff from Mr.Mitchell's class and then go up to room 402 on the fourth floor Mrs.Reta's room I'll give her a call to tell her your coming," he smiled.

"Okay," I said smiling lightly as I closed the door and walked back to Mr.Mitchell's room. I walked inside not even bothering to knock or spare him a glance.

"I told you to go to the principal what are you doing in my class."

"Calm your tits I didn't come here to see you I came back to get my stuff," I said to him he looked pretty pissed, something I was aiming for. I wouldn't usually talk to a teacher like this. Actually I didn't talk to anyone, but this guy, this annoying butt of a guy just pissed me off all the time whether he was talking about math or his life. So I picked up my books and took my bag and left.

I went to the fourth floor and suddenly felt nervous what was I doing? I couldn't just go inside the room. 'Well what else are you supposed to do bring flowers and chocolate get a hold of yourself,' half of my brain told me, but the other half wouldn't really mind if a student did that for me, heck he would get straight A's for the rest of the year.

Uhh I groaned internally and then finally opened the door to find about twenty students and a teacher I guessed was Mrs.Reta, she smiled at me and ushered me in. And here we go with the 'about me' stuff I hated.

"Class this is Cecilia Corondez and well is there anything you would like to say about yourself...," she said looking expectantly.

"No."

"Okay then I guess you can take your seat next to mmm Drake. Drake raise your hand for her," I looked over at the boy who carelessly had his hand up he put it back behind his head and continued to lean back on his chair smirking...at me.

Wow was the only word that could describe him his eyes were a light blue with a misty shade of gray in it, his hair was blonde, but also had streaks of brown in it something you could tell was natural, and he was wearing dark blue pants and a black shirt that outlined, well what was under his shirt. Combine it and you have a girl weak to her knees, a couple girls drooling, and some pretty pyscho stalkers. He noticed me looking and smirked at me I looked at him my cheeks tinting pink lightly and took my seat besides him. That was too close. I was five seconds away from fan girling and embarassing the heck out of myself.

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"You can stop checking him out now," the girl in front of Drake said looking at Drake and then looking back at me with an annoyed expression, "What are you mute?," she asked when I hadn't replied.

"Nope," I said popping the 'p' she wanted a fight I could tell no one goes through this much trouble to talk to someone.

"Awwww one of his wittle admirers is upset," I cooed.

"I'm not one of his admirers and I wasn't even looking at him," she scoffed.

"You were and when you weren't you were looking at me and I just want to set this straight I don't run that way."

"But-"

"It's okay rejection hurts, but I'm betting that it happens a lot to you so you'll get over it," I said smiling, getting satisfaction by how red her face was turning. Dang I didn't even think it was possible to turn from red to purple. She starred at me long at hard more like glared, but I just did the same and after our little starring contest she gave me a disgusted look while I returned it with a smirk and she turned around.

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"You can stop checking him out now," she said looking annoyed, "What are you mute?," she asked when I didn't respond. I recognized her as Cindy Lauper a girl with a rich dad and tons of money waiting for her in the bank what was she doing in this class, better question what was I doing in here?

"Sweetie., why would she want to talk to you out of all people?," the girl besides me snapped.

"Uhhhh," Cindy grunted and turned back around.

"Sorry about that she has issues and my names June by the way," she said smiling I just nodded and she smiled and turned back around.

Gosh I was such a big loser I couldn't even fight my own battle, but had somebody else do it for me I wish I could just go rot in a hole.

When I turned around Drake was looking at me straight in the eye I'm not going to lie I was pretty intimidated by it. When he looked at me it's like he knew all my secrets and like he could see right through me, but he was Drake a hard-core player who held onto a girl for a day and if she was really good, maybe two. He was a heartbreaker that dated many many many many girls and from what I could see he was extremely good at charming and sweet-talking and even got Mrs.Reta the thirty year old blushing like there was no tommorow.

It's like when he talked you had to listen and all you could do was nod and smile. Did I have a crush on him heavens no...ok I suck at lying he is so good-lookin. I probably sound like a love-struck idiot, but ask any girl in the class and they'll give you the same answer after they finish questioning and glaring at you. So I quickly snapped out of my thoughts and looked away from him breaking eye contact and listening to the teachers instructions.

"Okay class work with the person next to you to finish the worksheets," I looked at the paper on my desk starring at it for awhile.

"You know by starring at it you won't make the paper disappear or get any of the work onto it," he said smirking.

I just nodded and started on the first problem he was right and by the end of class I was all finished and handed it to him. He looked suprised I did all the work, but didn't really say anything about it.

So when the bell rang I picked up my books and scurried out of there pretty fast and made my way to my next class. The next couple of periods went by way slower I was usually just starring outside the window looking at the trees and the birds flying high above it.

I wish I could be one of them going nowhere in particular, but at least I just singing when I want to nice old people giving them food,anywhere is a suitable place for them to live and most importantly I wouldn't have to have a care in the world I could just be free.

Another paper ball hit my back and I wasn't about to turn around and pick it up or fight back with them no I was too tired to do that so I just let it hit me. So fifteen paper balls later my desk and around my seat well most of it was covered it with paper balls, which the teacher Mr.Ratburn claimed I did and made me clean it up before I could go to detention. Great my first day in detention and I was late..................................................



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