Sage Whitehead has danced for as long as she could remember--it's always been a passion for her. And when she was given a scholarship to dance at Howard University, she jumps at the chance right away. Besides, it's always been her dream. However, Sa...
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I'm not sure what Alisha (or Claire) told the other girls, but they were at my dorm room bright and early. I had classes today, and I told them that I refused to miss any of them--I had made a promise that I wasn't skipping class unless I was truly sick. They didn't necessarily agree with me, but they let me go through my three classes in peace, but were back in my dorm at the end of my third class. Adele had brought games to play such as Monopoly, but I doubt we would have any time to sit down and actually go through a game. It was the thought that counted however.
Nia had brought food--in fact, she brought three boxes of pizza, and two things of wings along with her. Alisha brought drinks, and Claire supplied the paper plates. It was almost like a mini party, and we even played some music through this Bluetooth speaker to make it seem that way. It was one of the most important games of the season, and we were suppose to be doing our hair for the game, but instead, my friends decided that they had to cheer me up first.
"Who's idea was it to put BBQ sauce on pizza?" Alisha questioned, taking a bite into her pizza. Domino's was doing this deal where you get three any topping pizzas for twenty dollars, and Nia had been...spontaneous to say the least, when it came to the toppings. For example, on my plate I had a BBQ sauce pizza with pineapple, olives, and chicken on it. The combination sounded disgusting, but put together it was pretty good.
"I don't know--God?" Nia replied, attitude in her voice. Since she brought the pizza, Claire and Alisha were both very vocal about their hesisitance when it came to eating it, and obviously, Nia wasn't too happy about it. "Just eat the pizza and stop complaining, we don't have all day." Nia spoke with a roll of her eyes.
"I feel like this is a bad idea. I mean, we're wearing white today. We're going to look super fat."
"You're going to look super fat. Stop speaking for other people." Claire spoke. Adele cut her eyes at her and flipped her off. "You're lucky you're technically family now. If I didn't know you, I'd slap the shit out of you." Adele warned, and I'm sure she was actually one hundred percent serious.
"How are you doing, Sage? Do you like the pizza?"
I guess my quietness had gotten to them, but I really couldn't help it. I wasn't in the mood to talk today--especially not about pizza. But, the four of them had definitely went out of their way to be considerate about my feelings, so the least I could do was respond to their questions.
"It's good. I actually like the BBQ sauce, it's different. But good." I replied, taking an overdramatic bite to prove that I was eating. I mean, I wasn't really. I wasn't in the mood for food, despite how opposite it sounded. I expected myself to be binge eating all the flavors of Ben and Jerry and watching old re-runs of The Bachelor, but instead I've been quiet and really isolating myself from everyone. Class today consisted of me sitting in the back with my headphones in tuning out everyone. Georgette had been questioning me on my change of attitude, but if I wasn't going to Alisha, I definitely wasn't going to tell her.
