The Nerdy Ballerina

I am Going to Die.

"What just happened?" I mumble as I get out of bed. I walk to my closet, pulling a pair of black leggings and a sweatshirt out of it.
After locking my door, I change quickly. I hurry to the bathroom, already plotting Wes' murder. I sigh as I look in the mirror.
Water and my hair don't get along. I carelessly throw my hair into a ponytail as I brush my teeth, then I head downstairs.
Wes is sitting at the table, eating pancakes. My mom's pancakes that she makes for me and only me. This is not okay. I walk over and sit at the table, trying not to strangle Wes.
"Mom, could you please explain to me why you allowed Wes to taste your pancakes you make for me? Me." I say calmly. "Honey, you need to learn how to share!" my mom says, laughing. She places a plate of pancake a in front of me, and I scramble to eat them. The rest of breakfast is served in silence, and then Wes motions for us to leave. "C'mon, we have to get to school." he says, getting up. "Thanks for the amazing breakfast, Ms. Barrett." the devil says before dragging me out the door. He pulls me across the yard, and I grumble. Then I see the motorcycle. Oh no. "I gonna die! Oh my gosh, I haven't even seen the Eiffel tower yet, or eaten filet mignon, or, or," I say before Wes sighs. "You're not gonna die, now get on." he says. He's sitting on the deathtrap, watching me quizically. I get on, hoping I don't die. "Hold on." Wes says bluntly. Well no duh. I hold onto his waist tightly, and we drive to school. I may have screamed the whole way there, but that's a minor detail. When we arrive at school, I immediately jump off the bike, scurrying away quickly. Wes gets off the bike, walking to me. "Next time, try not to impair my hearing." he whispers in my ear before walking off towards the building. "Oh my gods! The Wes Sanderson drove you to school!" I hear my best friend squeal from behind me. I turn around to face my overdramatic friend, rolling my eyes. "So?" I say, waiting for her explanation. She hits me with her purse on the arm, then squeals again. I sigh. It's gonna be a long day. "This us huge, and I mean, like really huge!" Talia says dramatically. "Don't you mean humongous, or gigantic?" I ask. Really huge, really? Just then, I hear the bell, signaling the end of my torture. Not that I don't love Talia, but sometimes she's just so blonde.

Hey readers, the last sentence was a joke, so please don't be offended. I myself am a blonde so I don't mean any harm. I hope you liked this chapter!
-Hailey13Brooke