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Chapter 23
I can't dance. Well, unless you count jumping up and down while waving my hands wildly dancing. I know you must be thinking' how can that be? You perfect ballance and cordination'. I dont have perfect ballance or cordination. It's like music and art is not my thing.
" there are dresses and highheels in the backstage for the ladies and dancing shoes for gentlemen. Please go put them on." I CAN'T WEAR HIGHHEELS. Gosh, is she like my personal touturer. I have never wear highheels. Well, playform shoes or just 1" heels. I was thinking if wearing tights and Uggs to the ball. I recluctantly make my feet move backstage and grab the first dress i see and put it over myself while other girls went into the changing room to change. No way am I wearing a dress or a skirt without shorts inside. Plus, I might end up falling with my butt on the floor and my feet pointing to the sky. I sit on a chair and take off my sneakers and put on the shortest highheels they have, which is a pair of 3" black heels. I still have about another five minutes to practice walking in these before the girls are done changing.
" Sam." I yell to him. When he look at me, I gesture for him to come over.
" what's up"
" the sky, the ceiling. But I can tell you what's down. My butt if you don't help me walk in these" I hold my feet up for him to see. I heard him muffling a laugh." shut up. Like you can walk in these." I scowl at him.
" Ok, but remember, I can let go anytime, you know."
" I command you to help learn to walk in these without letting me fall, slave" I whisper the last word to him. He narrow his eyes.
" we made a deal, you can't tell anybody. " he whisper. He can be dumb sometimes. I can't tell anyone that he's my slave, but he have to be my slave for another week. I role my eyes and hold out my hand for him to grab. I fall forward the second I take a step.
" thanks," I said and just stood there to get used to the height. I try taking another step and my feet wobble.
-- pretend your walk on your tip toes and don't put too much presure on your heels.
I try it and it work!
- how do you know this?
-- ppshhh please, everone, including you, have an inner girly girl. They just don't know about it.
- oookkkkkkkkk? Thanks.
-- your welcome.
I let to of Sam's hand and start to walk. I didn't fall!
" youre doing it!" Sam said.
" well, I learn fast, thanks to my coach." I smile.
" your welcome." sam said.
" I wasn't talking about you, I was talking about-"
-- don't say it. He's going to think youre crazy.
" about who?" he ask.
" um, you. Who do you think? A voice in my head?" he look at me weirdly. I just start walking again. I try walking faster and i didnt fall. I try spinning around because I bet that the dance is going to me more difficult than just walking. I laugh as my dress billow around me. My dress is probably hitched up to my butt now, but I don't care, I'm weraing shorts inside. Spinning around reminds me of when I was happy befo-.
-- don't think of it.
Right, don't think of it, or you're going to start crying. I stop spinning suddenly, not wanting to rememeber any more. I stop too suddenly, ending up on the floor. I should have seen it coming.
" are you OK?" Sam ask, breathing slightly faster from running here.
" I'm fine." I said, grabbing his extended hand for support as I stand up.
" what made you stop?"
" I don't want to talk about it."
" alright, please grab your partner for the ball and head on stage." I grab Sam and went on stage. That's right, he's my partner, blah, blah, blah. Only because Signei( the director of SSO) said that we should be since we're here first together. I gladly agree, not because I like him, but because so many boys have ask to be my partner, some of them I don't even know the names of. I have planned on going alone and dance with a few people here and there, meaning dancing with my Josh, Sam, and Candise. They all have their partners except for Sam, obviously he's my partner. I had hooked up Josh and Nicole, a nice girl in my Math class. She's not model pretty, but pretty in a childish, innocent way. Candise is going with Elliott, a guy I don't have any class with.
" alright," a man said. Huh, I didn't even notice that he was here." get into the same position as I am." he place his right hand on the small if the woman that told me to put on dress and highheels' back and take her right hand in his left hand. She put her left hand on his shoulder. I got in the position while still looking at those two. I felt Sam's hand on the small of my back about ten seconds later. I face him to ask what's wrong when I saw him blushing. I muffle my giggle, but a snicker still escape.
" how can you not blush?" he ask me.
" it's a secret that no one knows that me out of trouble." I smirk.
-- ppppssshhhhh, secret! You just can't blush! That's not a secret.
It's true. My skin doesn't turn the slightest shade of pink even when I walk in on a neighbor showering. I just pretend that I wasn't there and a tattletell sign of a red face would have been a dead give away. I don't even turn pink after an hour of running. The only time I saw my cheeks turn pink is when it's -20 degrees outside and when I'm wearing blush, which is rarely
- it does get me out of trouble.
" why areyou blushing?"
" I don't know." Sam said. I role my eyes.
The dance instrustors give us diretions and made us dance for six hours, with three breaks. I thought they said basic ballroom dancing! I feel bad for Sam. I step in his feet or fall on him or hurt him in someway( raised my knee too high to where the sun don't shine, spin too fast that my hand slap his chest, trip over my heels and faaling on top of him....." 295 times. He counted, every time I hurt him he would whisper the number to me. The first hour, I hurt him every few seconds. The fourth hour, I hurt him every few minutes. I
didn't hurt him at all in the sixth hour though. Now, were in the seventh hour, and I must say, I'm getting better. The music was on full blast now and I'm dancing with my flavor to the routine like the instrustor said I should. They say that dancing is a way of expressing myself so I should add a little me in the dance instead of being all 'stiff like a robot'. When the song end, I heard some applause. People have been watching? Ugh. I grab Sam and pull him backstage right after the instrustors said we're good enough for tomorrow. I pull my dress off me as I walk an heard a few gasps.
" I wearing shorts and a tank inside, shesh!" I role my eyes.
" what's the hurry?" Sam ask.
" do you know where the nurse is? We need to inspect your body. You might have a broken bone, and definitely a few bruises. I'm sorry I'm so clumsy." I said as I take off the heels.
" I'm fine."
" no you're not. I know my weight and I know that these heels will put bruises on feet! Come on." I yank his arm and exit the theater.
" the nurse's office should be near the main office. It's a couple rooms down." I yank his arm again and walk to the main office.
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