The week goes by and I go through the same drama with Madam Junnie. How my butt is big, my hair is messy, my posture. I've tried my hardest to ignore her remarks. I follow her instructions to the exact detail. Although she says I can't dance she always uses me as an example in class. It's like she doesn't like me but she likes making me the center of attention.
Me and Faithlyn have been hanging out and sharing dances tips. She's really sweet, it's strange to me that I appear to be her only friend. All the girls in dance class seem to just avoid her and it doesn't even bother her. She just goes on about her business and does all she has to do to impress Madam Junnie.
"So, what's up with you and the other girls?" I ask as we sit down at lunch. "It's like none of them talk to you much and you don't even mind."
"Well they never really liked me. I don't know why, they just don't. I don't mind because I don't come to school to make friends. I come to dance and learn. Mostly to dance." She says moving her mystery meat around in her plate.
"Maybe they're jealous of what an amazing dancer you are. I mean Madam Junnie loves you and I don't blame her. You're like the perfect definition of what a ballerina should be." I laugh stuffing fries in my mouth.
"I guess, and thanks. You're the only girl in this school that hasn't given me the cold shoulder." She reaches her hand over and grabs mine smiling.
"No problem." I pull on my curl, that are slowly forming into puffs due to the humidity.
The bell ring and I rush to my next class, Chemistry. I dash in and run to my seat. As I sit someone manages to step on my perfectly white Jordan Columbia 11s. "Come on!" I yell turning to see who it was. Standing before me was Diana Roberts. The girl, for the week I've been here made ballet even harder than it already is. She would laugh at every word Madam Junnie said to me. And in group performance, would intentionally bump me.
"I'm so sorry." Diana says in a sarcastic tone.
"Right." I roll my eyes and looked down at my shoes, that now has a scuff. I suck my teeth and try to rub it out.
"I am truly, I'm sorry you have the same shoe size as bigfoot." she says crossing her arms across her chest clearly proud of herself. Her clique behind her giggles.
"Grow up." I try not to feed in to her stupidity. I take my seat hanging my bookbag on the back of my seat.
"Whatever hoodrat."
"What did you call me?" my face getting hot with hate and fury. I raise from my seat facing her. After she takes a while to respond I yell again, "What the hell did you call me?" I move in closer.
"A hoodrat. Do I need to spell it out to you?"
Before I can stop myself I swing at Diana, but before my fist can make impact someone grabs my arm and pulls me out the class.
"Let me go! Stop it!" I yell as I get pulled and then pushed in the boys bathroom. "Ew what the hell." I push my hair out of my face. When I finally look up I see Luke Tyler. My partner in ballet. Also a super hottie with green eyes and awesome curly hair. "Oh hi." smile trying to fix myself better.
"Hey." he places his hands in his pants pockets.
"Thanks, I guess but next time don't stop me. Okay?"
"Right so then you'll get suspended and I'll have no ballet partner. No thanks." he laughs leaning on the sink. "I did you a favor."
"I don't care if I get suspended, Diana is such a-a..."
"Bitch." he finishes my sentence.
"Yeah." I laugh.
Luke walks over the the hand sanitizer dispenser and places a paper towel under it. "Gimme your foot."
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Dancing Soul
Non-FictionLinda Gomez, new to Brooklyn has to deal with boys, school work , family and friends, but still manage to keep up her dancing. She must figure out what she wants and how far she willing to go to get it. She has to deal with lies, heartbreaks, broken...
