Save Me

I poked at the bruises on my face. They were getting better but still noticable. It's been four days since Nikki slapped me in my face. I would never have thought a slap would leave a bruise. Only Piper knew what happened. I did not tell anyone else.

I had come to know the girls very well. Courtney Reynolds was twenty, had dark brown wavy hair and gorgueous blue eyes. She had a nice figure and was the best singer I had ever heard in my life. She was super sweet. Sasha Meadows was twenty, as well, medium brown hair that you could do about anything with and brown-gray eyes. She had an average body and was friendly. She was the best actor. Monica Trevving was twenty-one. She was also the only African American. She had silky long, long black hair and brown eyes. She was terrific at hip-hop and played the piano. Her and Courtney, I learned, often did many shows together. Lucy Masters was nineteen. She had red hair to her shoulders and brown eyes. She was super skinny. She was the ballerina. Lucy had an attitude though. Mainly toward Antonio but she did dish it out to Sabrine too. Sabrina was as cold as ever. She didn't reall have a particular talent unless you consider kissing butt one. Sabrina was very busty, go figure. I also learned Piper was the 'Jazz Queen'. I laughed when I heard that.

I had forgotten how hard dance was. After my first session of jazz which was the day after I got slapped, I about died. I had sweat flowing off my body. I was so out of shape. What I didn't understand was why I was doing the routine. It was going to be their next show and I was told I was not going to be in it until I had improved my dancing skills. The dance we were doing was fun but tireing. I was dreading ballet.

I stepped away from the mirror and put on a navy blue tight dress. I put on the navy heals to match and threw my blonde hair in a fancy bun. I applied a small amount of make-up and perfume. I grabbed my foundation and tried to cover my fading bruises.

"Hey, H.W. let's go!" Piper yelled from my room.

"I'm coming, I'm coming!" I had become so close to Piper it was unreal. We walked to dinner together. Piper was crazy. Not pyscho but a good crazy. She loved to talk. All through dinner she talked about her favorite cars asking me mine, foods, places, hobbies, anything she could think of. After dinner we migrated to the lounge.

Monica made her way over to the piano and started playing. I sunk into the sofa and listened. Then Courtney's voice slowly joined Monica's piano playing. I loved hearing them together.

"So," Piper began, "do you know how to pump your own gas?"

I erupt into laughter. "Where did that come from?"

She shrugged. "I dunno. I know I can't pump my own gas and was curious if you could." There was a pause. "Have you ever had to wear a uniform to school?"

"What is this? Twenty questions?" I laughed. "And no, I have not."

"Odd." She said.

"How's that odd?"

"I always saw you as a private school girl, I guess."

Courtney's voice was growing louder as she reached the ending of the song. My skin tingled. Monica play faster. Courtney held the last note. Monica slowed. Courtney died down. Then, nothing.

*

"Come on girls, push yourself harder!" Ava encouraged. We danced with more movement. "The show will come quickly and you need to be ready!" I've been here for two weeks now and the dancing is easier. The song was about to end. "Stop, stop, stop!" Ava squealed. The music paused. "Lucy, to the right honey. You keep on veering to the left. You will throw off Sasha if continue moving to the left."

Lucy glared at Sabrina. "If she would stop flailing her arms like a madman th-."

"Oh please. Don't bring me in this just because I'm the best dancer and you're jealous." My blood boiled. Piper, hands down, was the best.