Dance

First Day of School

Hey Guys, so I'm really sorry I haven't updated in so long. It has been a while hasn't it? I really hope my five readers forgive me and continue with this story! Now that it's summer, and my internet is back up, I will be replying a lot more frequently. I wrote a longer chapter than what is average for me so hopefully that makes up for the belated update! So sorry! Please enjoy! And feel free to comment, vote, or share. *Hint Hint* :D

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I looked at myself in the mirror, taking in my lean body, long wavy brown hair that reached just above mid back, and my dark blue eyes that stared back at me. My muscles were lean but firm, only dance can make them that way. I was wearing my favorite pair of black skinny jeans, purple converse, and a black tank top with an attached black vest that had little purple buttons on it. My freshly painted nails shone pretty and purple.

I washed my face, brushed my teeth and started to apply my makeup. After putting on my base, bronzer and powder, I put on my signature eye liner, eyes shadow, and my soft pink shiny lip gloss.

Looking in the mirror, my eyes shone brightly back at me and I knew I was as ready as I ever would be for the first day of school in California. My hair hung loose in little curls around me, and I prayed that it wouldn't frizz up in the humidity. Just to stay safe, I quickly put some de-frizzer in my hair and grabbed my bags. Picking up my cell-phone from my unmade bed, I walked into the living room and out the door. I didn't bother saying bye to my dad; he had already left early this morning.

I got to the end of the drive way just as the big yellow bus was pulling to a stop in front of my mail box. I shoved my headphones into my ears, blasting my music before I crossed the road and climbed onto the big bus. There were only a few elementary kids on, so I made my way to the back of the bus and plopped down into one of the seats.

Apparently I was the last stop in the mornings because after my pick up, it was a short ten minute ride to school without the bus stopping once. I looked out the window the entire ride. LA really was a beautiful city, the palm trees rose high in the sky which was a light blue. I could see the big blue ocean on the horizon and could smell the saltiness of the water.

As we pulled into the parking lot of my new school, I was amazed at the size and beauty of it all. The school had to be at least two stories and an attic, and it stretched across an acre of land coated with beautiful, thick green grass. I could see students socializing in what I was guessing was the court yard of the school before first bell rang.

Almost immediately I could pin point each group of students. The preps (cheerleaders and jocks), the band geeks, the drama club, the art junkies, the druggies, the nerds, the tree huggers, and the committee-joining addicts. But something was different about this scene that laid before me. Something was off. All of the groups were sort of being social butterflies, only a few people were actually doing it - but some were going from group to group to socialize with everyone. I'd never seen anything like that back in Minnesota, so I was a little shocked to say the least.

Never the less, I made my way to the front of the bus, and climbed down the short set of stairs before making my way onto the soft grass. I make my way to the front of the building, past the various chatting groups of fellow teenagers and up to the two humongous mahogany front doors that stood open. Stepping inside, I noticed not only were kids outside, they were also roaming around inside as well. There had to be a good thousand more kids here than back in Minnesota. My heart ached for my tiny town now more than ever as I faced the giant crowd of students.

I didn't know where the office was, let alone who to ask. There were just so many kids everywhere. I sort of stumbled around, lost for a few minutes before accidentally bumping into a tall, thin but built girl with long golden blonde hair that had been walking my way. "Oh I'm so sorry" She immediately apologized, picking up her books that had fallen during our collision. "No, no I should have been paying attention it's my fault" I counter back at her, refusing for her to take the blame for my clumsiness.