Dancing Soul

First Day of School

Chapter 2

My alarm rings and that marks the end of my beautiful slumber. I raise slowly off my bed and walk over to my closet. I pull out peach colored jeans with a grey chiffon back shirt. I slide on my silver sparked toms. Because I'm so short I cuff my jeans and run off to the bathroom.

"Alright Lin, its your first day of school you have to dress to impress." I say as I decide what to do to my hair. I quickly twist the front of my hair and and leave the back curly . I put on some blush and light pink MAC Dazzleglass and I'm done.

"You look pretty Mami." my mom looks up from her phone. Her hair slicked back into a perfect ponytail. And her black pants suit pressed to perfection. She just got a new job so now she dresses all fancy to impress her work mate. Sorta like what I'm doing today.

"Thank you." I do a ballerina twirl and bow."So do you." that makes my mom smile. "I'll see you after school. Love you." I wave grabbing my book bag and my dance bag. I run down the steps and start to stroll to the bus stop. When I get there I see Marquise... talking to another girl. I slowly walk to the curb trying not to look at him. I don't know why but I'm jealous. He isn't my boyfriend so why should I even care.

Marquise double takes at me and then steps back from the girl. "Hey Lin." he says rubbing his neck and licking it perfectly plump lips.

"Hi." I say blankly. Yes I'm really upset that he was flirting with some other girl and she's not even cute. She had messed up weave and her Aero jeans were way too tight. But, its whatever.

"Ew, don't act stank." he jokes walking away from the girl.

"Em, hello Quise you forgot about me?" the girl says looking pissed off. "You know what, bump you I'm out." she walks off twitching her butt way too hard. I can't help but smile.

"Firstly stop calling me Lin only my friends call me Lin." I joke poking his rock hard stomach.

"Oh, we not friends damn ma." he grabs the spot where I poked him.

"Secondly, I'm not acting stank. I'm just not in the mood to talk. I'm nervous." I lie, although it was not a complete lie. I am nervous. I feel like I need to throw up all the butterflies in my stomach. My palms are sweating and my legs are shaky. I haven't felt like this since I moved to Brooklyn.

"Don't be, you'll be fine." Marquise makes a serious face. I smile back at him.

When the bus pulls up to the corner I knew there was no going back. "Go." Marquise  pushes me up the steps of the bus. I slap him, swipe my metro and take a seat in the back of the bus. Marquise slumped next to me. I place my face in my hands, leaning on my legs.

"I can't do this." I whine, leaning my head on the window.

"Lin, stop acting like a baby."

"Whatever. You have no idea what I'm going through right now. You was never the new kid before." I roll my eyes and plug in my headphones. We ride in silence until he gets off. We wave at each and the lonesome feeling starts to take over. I fiddle with my thumbs. When my stop arrives I hop of the bus and walk slowly, willing to be late for the first day of school.

The building is huge, just like I thought it would be. I push open the doors and there is a mass of kids. Some catching up with old friends other looking as nervous as I am. As I walk in amazement the bell rings. Shit, I'm late. I find my program card and locker and throw my dance bag in it. I find my first period class, English 12. I dash in as the second bell rings and everyone's already silent and taken their seats.

"And you must be Miss.Gomez."

"Uh, yeah. Sorry, I-I got lost." I pull on my hair.

"Right, go take a seat with Miss. Lee. Raise your hand Miss. Lee! By the way I'm Mrs. Cole." She smiles and waves me off.