My Dance Tutor (NEW)

CH 5: My Dance Tutor

Changed the cover....did tons of photoshopping myself! I really hope my effort would be worth it...

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"W-what?" I stuttered. 

"You know what I am talking about." His face was only an inch away from me. I cringed, feeling his hot breath.

"I don't."

"You do. Whoever you are, tell me what you did to Amélie." He snarled, glaring at me with his photoshopped dark blue eyes. 

"I did nothing to her!" I struggled to get away.

"So you're admitting you aren't Amélie?"

"No...er---"

"Tell me, now."

My cover was blown. Just on the second day of me living in a dream. Now I am going to jail, make a fool of myself, get laughed at, have a bad reputation, and lose my only chance of going to school. Just because of one, stupid guy. I felt the burning hatred.

"Get off me, you douche! Stop pretending you know everything!" I kicked him, but he just pressed closer, a lot closer. Tensing, I gulped. This is getting worse.

"You are right. I don't know everything. So you must tell me."

"What makes you think I'm not Amélie? What's your proof?" 

"I saw you, your real self, with that woman, and then later, came with that woman again, but in the shape of Amélie. Let's start with that." 

"How is this a proof?"

"Fine, you win. Show me your ID."

"Why would I do that?" "Then do you have any straight-on proofs that you are Amélie?"

"My face, my hair,  my EVERYTHING?" My jerking only made him hold me harder.

"And your leg?"

"I can walk, okay? But not dance. Cleared your doubt, old fart?"

"No, mammoth. That time when you bumped into me, you ran. Really, really fast. What's that then? That speed was extraordinary; dancing is way much easier than that." I wanted to slap myself for being so not careful. "And also, just to emphasise my suspicions, I saw the Ellen Show, and your little story."

I was flabbergasted. I didn't say a word.

He smirked. "I win, it seems. Now tell me what this is."

Steps were heard from the stairs. Seeing someone, bike boy let go of me. "It's not over."

☆☆☆

"As you might've known already from Ms. Delta already, you guys are going to have a huge production at the end of the year...it will be a play slash musical slash ballet, of Alice in Wonderland. Our school departments wanted you to start training right away, but unfortunately, we don't have the script. I am wondering if anyone here would want to write the script for us?" Vice principal Mr. Sherwood had gathered everyone in my grade in a hall. "Although, the one writing the script might not participate in it, but we will give you a huge credit---" 

I raised my hand. 

"Yes, Miss Amélie?" said Mr. Sherwood.

"I would like to write the script."

Everyone was surprised. "But, darling, you won't be in the play then!" 

"I'm afraid my leg won't heal by then..."