The Face Behind My Computer "Rewritten"

Chapter 6

Chapter 6

Breathe Roxanne. There you go, step, step, kick, and twirl. Just take it easy nice and slow. Okay steady now; don't look at your foot. Breathe. Chin up, shoulders back, tummy tuck, smile and... being.

                      I was currently practicing a solo dance routine that Abby my dance instructor asign me. It's not really something within my comfort zone and she knows that, so I don't know why she didn't give it to Maddy, Jen or one of the other girls. They would do way more better then I would. This number is just not me, and I don't know how to feel 'relax' or in other words 'let loose' as Abby would call it.

                         I hit the play button on my ipod, got in my position. Chin up, shoulders back, tummy tuck, right leg out, left your heel half an inch of the floor. Start. The music began an my body instantly sway with the beat. Step, step, kick and twirl. I was starting to get the hang of it but my two left foot having a mind of its own, said other wise.

                       Abruptly I was welcome by the cold hard wood floor. I was beyond fury. I honestly don't know why she give me this number. I can't do it even if my life depends on it. I just can't. Not ever since the incident. Life for me just haven't been the same; it had also drastically infected my dancing. And I hate it. I hate him!

                          I groan, or more like scream letting my frustration get to me. It was all because of my reckless act and careless behavior. Anger wash over me and  I let out another scream this time hitting my fist against the hardwood floor- which I ole so regret. I crack my knuckles and injuring some fingers in the process.

"Ouch! That most really have hurt." a female voice state. I roll my eyes at the obvious; me shielding my injury fingers close to my chest.  I revolve still in my sitting position on the floor to see who the person was.

                     Once taking in her appearance, I notice she was starting at me intensively. Her chocolate eyes study me as if I was a work of art. She look to be the same age as Nina, with long dark brown hair and the hint of red that cannot be notice unless you pay very close attention. She wore gray sweat pant with a white off the shoulder sweater shirt that ride up a bite showing off her stomach. She was very beautiful with perfectly tanned skin, full pink lips and a smile any girl would kill for.

                       She open and close her mouth, but no words came out. "Oh my gosh!" the girl exclaim, startling me.

"What? Is there a spider crawling on me?" I jump of the floor brushing off the invisible spider.

"Y...You..You're...You're.."

                          I look at her trying to make sense of what she was saying, but as usual no such luck. "I'm what?" I cocked an eyebrow.

"You're Roxanne Andrews!" she practically scream.

"Yes last when I checked I was. Who are you?" I said not trying to come off rude.

"Oh my gosh! I cannot believe this is happening! I can't believe I'm here in the same dance studio as you!"

"Oh no please tell me you're not one of them?"

"Of course I am! I'm like...I'm your biggest fan!"

                       And here comes the scream. I place both hands on either side of my ears, blocking the ole so beautiful tone. Note sarcasm. Now you may be wondering why she is reacting like this...while it all have to do with before the inncident...you know the one that effect my dancing.