Marcel

Chapter 18

These past couple of weeks, I try to forget about me not getting accepted and focus on being happy for Marcel, but it's really hard. I am very proud of Marcel, I just wish I could feel the same for myself. I just can't wait for Marcel to get to my house soon. I need a lot more comfort.

I hear my doorbell ring. Thank god Marcel came here sooner than I thought. I rushed down the stairs to get to Marcel so I can hug him.

I opened the door and before he could even say anything, I grabbed him behind his neck and pulled him into a tight hug. Marcel didn't questioned it, he could sense that I was upset by the way he was hugging me. He lightly started playing with my long brown hair to try and comfort me.

"Let's go inside." He said pulling away from the hug. I nodded in agreement.

I grabbed his hand and pulled him inside my house. He closed the front door from behind while I am still pulling him up the stairs to my bedroom.

I laid down on my bed and Marcel climes over next to me. He put his arm around my waist and he put his head to rest in my shoulder. This is what exactly what I needed. Me in his arms, keeping me warm. That's all I could as for in this situation.

Half an hour past by in the same position and I hear my phone ringing. I looked at the screen on my phone and the number is unknown. I should probably answer it so I can tell the person that they have the wrong number.

"Hello?" I answer in confusion.

"Hello. This is the administration of CCPA. Is this Nina Ochoa?" A sweet voice said from the other line of the phone. She probably called to remind me of my failure of getting into the school.

"Yes this is she." I say trying not to sound annoyed.

"We just wanted to say that someone sent in a video of you dancing, and we had second thoughts and we decided that you are perfect for the school. So congratulations, you have been accepted to Chicago College of Performing Arts." She said peppy at the last sentence.

"Oh my god! Thank you so much! Do you have any idea who sent in this video?" I asked the sweet lady.

"I have no idea. But we're just glad to have you in our school. A letter will be sent to your home with all your information." She says.

"Thank you so much. Goodbye." I say and hang up the phone.

Marcel looked at me confused as ever. I completely forgot that he was here.

"Marcel! I got into CCPA!!!!" I shout and started jumping on the side of the bed.

"Oh my god congratulations! Now we can finally go together! What made them change their mind?" He said.

"Well they said someone sent in a video of me dancing and they said I am perfect for the school. I wonder who sent in the video. I don't remember dancing ever since..." I start to ramble on before I just thought of something.

"Before what?" He asks.

"Remember when I went to the dance studio?" I try to remind him.

"Yea why?" He looks at me really confused.

"Well the choreographer; Robert. He recorded our first class, and he said that I was so good he wanted me to do it by myself. I guess he might've sent it in." I say.

"Oh yea. That jerk that kept checking you out." He says.

"He was not, he was admiring my technique." I defend him.

"Yea, the technique by the flexibility in your body!" He says.

"Okay whatever. Let's just be happy that we're finally going to live our dreams." I say.

"Yes I know! I'm extremely happy." He says.

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