I woke up in a strange room. I could tell it was morning because there was sunlight pushing itself through the sides of the venetian blinds. I felt a hand on my shoulder. I sat up abruptly.
"God, Anna, I'm so sorry; I should have known better." Isabelle. I suddenly remembered where I was, and why. I burst into very unwanted tears. This shit never happened to me. I never cried, especially not in front of anyone.
"I'm sorry –God, I'm sorry."
I shook my head. "It's not your fault," I sobbed. "I just . . . remembered. And I didn't want to."
She nodded. "I'm sorry to wake you up so early. I just didn't know what time you had to be at school, or if you were going . . ."
"Yeah," I said, pulling myself together suddenly. "I'm going. Thank you."
"You're more than welcome to stay here. It's only 6:00. My first class isn't until 10."
"No. I need to go to school," I said, pulling the covers back. I was still fully dressed. Which made sense. Isabelle had clearly carried me to bed, or at least walked me up here and I was so tired or half asleep that I didn't remember. But if she had undressed me . . . she wouldn't do that. I knew she wouldn't do that. I think I just realized that I trusted her.
"Okay, well if you need anything at any point today, just text me, okay? Of course I'll see you in class after school," I nodded. "We'll figure out what to do about tonight later." Tonight. Fuck. I did NOT want to go home . . . I kind of wanted to be here again . . . but I kind of didn't. I really wanted to be alone. I wondered if everyone would leave me alone if I went home. Well, I guess if they didn't, I could always come back here.
"Thanks. I'll probably go home . . . but yeah. We'll see."
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Ficção AdolescenteWhen Anna is accepted into the prestigious Virginia Academy of Ballet, it looks like all of her dreams are going to come true. Anna's dance training, however, is complicated by the fact that she is struggling desperately to survive being a person s...
