The Art of Dancing in the Rain

Chapter 6

"Please send me your last pair of shoes, worn out with dancing as you mentioned in your letter, so that I might have something to press against my heart."           --Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

Chapter 6

I woke up the next morning not feeling up to it, but secretly I just didn't want to go to school because I knew tryouts were today too.

Yesterday after the audition when I thought most people left I went back to my normal chore of sweeping, mopping, and when the boss was out of sight just laid down on the rough floor looking up at the small ceiling I filled with constellation stickers my dad gave me when I was nine, but to ungrateful to use at the time.

 I would never say that this is one of the hilights of not having parents. Becuase honestly it's a downside not having anyone to take care of you, say 'I love you', or yell at you when you do something wrong.

They teach you lessons whether you like them or not and even today I know my parents would let me take off both days if I asked. I just wish they were here with me right now so they could scold me for not waking up in time and give me lectures about how I should take my education seriously.

We weren't a rich family, but we were together and that was enough for me. I always knew I couldn't afford my college tuiton for school, but I never stopped trying even though I knew it was useless, so this year I stopped trying. It wasn't worth it if there was no one there to gush over it with, tell my dreams too.

I was just going to sit here and work as a janitor all my life, that sound nice.

Maybe get a cat I never liked cats though a dog I'm not really a fan of animals overall, 'your sad,' my conscience told me your sadder I told it yeah that would make it shutup.

See this is what loneliness gets you, you start to fight with yourself. I think I'm finally going crazy, but right now I have to leave it's time for tryou- I mean work, yes work.

2hours later

I grimaced at the girl dancing and how she tried to get Drake's attention by dancing in front of him. Really, we all know what your trying to do.

Uhh how can girls like that not feel dirty for trying to impress a guy like that. I mean you can wow him with your knowledge on books, music, and etc etc. 'Yeah and that really works for you,' my brain told me.

When I looked back at them I saw Drake smiling at her that annoying heartbreaking smile and I felt a little pained it wasn't for me. He talked with his group members, the girls looked plain annoyed and grimaced at the girl, while the boys smiled at her.

And before Drake could say 'yes' the word I was dying not to hear.

Melanie cut him off with a firm "no."

Now that's my girl.

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