The Nerdy Ballerina

Dresses are gross.

Cecelia's POV

I would love to say that I gracefully slid out of my bed, landing on my feet perfectly. That would never happen. I sigh as I push myself off the floor, walking across my fluffy orange rug to my closet.

"What to wear, what to wear," I say in a singing voice as I look through my clothes. I settle for a pair of black leggings, my beat-up converse, and an oversized sweatshirt. I throw on my clothes and my glasses, heading for the bathroom across the hall.

"Celia, you better be wearing the dress I bought you!" my mom yells from downstairs. I sigh, yelling back to her. "Mom, it's the first day of school, give me a break!" She's always trying to put me in dresses, even though she knows I hate them.

"That's the point!" she yells back. I sigh defeatedly, knowing that I'll end up in the stupid thing one way or another. I run into my room, my toothbrush hanging out of my mouth. I pull the dress from my closet, throwing it on my bed.

Stupid dress. Pulling my clothes off, I throw the dress on. When it's over my head, I look in the mirror near my closet. Ew. The maroon dress comes to mid-thigh, which is too short for my liking. The material is light, and the dress has two skinny straps to hold it on my shoulders.

I pull my converse back on, and after brushing my teeth and hair, I run down the steps. My mom is waiting at the bottom of the steps. "Really, Celia. Converse?" she asks me, obviously disappointed that I wouldn't wear the sandals she bought to go with the dress.

"You know I can't live without my converse." I say, rolling my eyes. "Fine," she huffs. Yeah, that's what I thought. "Oh, and this dress is way too short." I say accusingly, pointing down at it. "Oh, lighten up. It'll attract boys. When was the last time you had a boyfriend?" she asks, slapping my arm playfully. I wince, remembering my last boyfriend. "Mom, you know when." I say, walking past her to the kitchen. I sit down on the barstool, pushing him out of my mind.

I pull out my phone, pushing my curly auburn hair out of my face. Oh crap, it's 7:50. I jump up, running to grab my back pack. "Mom, I gotta go, Imma be late!"

I yell, running out the door to my sunset orange Voltswagen Beetle. I jump in, hurrying to school. I pull up with five minutes to spare. I turn off my car stepping out. As soon as I shut the door, I'm attacked by my best friend. "Cece, I missed you so much!" Talia squeals, squeezing me hard. "Can't. Breathe." I say, and she immediately removes her deadly arms. I take my best friend in, looking at her turquoise strapless dress, high heels, and matching hand bag. How did we ever become friends? "I'm assuming Karen wrestled you into this?" she says, gesturing to my attire. "Yup. Why would I wear this by choice? Dresses are gross." I say, watching as she throws her loose brown curls over one shoulder. She scoffs, smacking my arm. Huh, I must be abused. "They are not. Now come on, we have first period together." she says, pulling me into the building.

We stop by our lockers, then head to Mr. Davidson's room, History. History is the only subject that doesn't have an advanced class, which is why it's the only class I have with Talia. We take our seats right when the bell rings, and sit through the basic first day of school speel. My next two classes fly by similarly. I sit with Talia at lunch, only half listening to how she met her new boyfriend, Dustin. She dates a new guy every week, so I'm used to it.

The rest of the day goes by the same, and by the time I step into my car, I'm exhausted. I shut my door and start the engine, shutting my eyes for a minute. Just as one of my favorite songs, Me Too by Meghan Trainor, comes on, I hear a knock on my car window. I sigh, turning down Meghan to turn towards the glass.