A Ballerinas Dream

Ms. Big Thighs

"Issa? You home?" The door creaked and I jumped up and off Mike. "Crap! Mike, hide in the closet. Yes mom I'm here!" Mike got up with the blanket and ran to the closet. "No, leave the blanket!" I quietly yelled. "But I'm naked, Issa!" He yelled. "Shush! Gimmie the blanket!" He handed the blanket over and closed the closet door. Five seconds later my mother walked in. "Oh dear god. Issa, put on some clothes will you?" She said and turned away, looking around the room. "It's called knocking on the door. I'm changing." I said. "And what a mess this room is." She wasn't even listening to me. My typical mother. " Okay, stop critisizing me and get out!" I yelled. " Whatever. By the way, go to the gym. Your thighs look bigger than your head." She walked out of the room, closing the door behind her petite body. I walked over and locked it. " Mike?" I whispered. I heard him giggle in the closet. I opened the closet door to find him silently laughing. "What? WHat's wrong with you? Get out of my closet." He kept laughing. I tapped my foot until he finished his parade. "I never knew you owned a tutu Ms. Big Thighs." He laughed. And like that my middle finger was greeting his face. "Ugh, get out." He put on his clothes and climbed out the window. "Love you." he said before climbing down.

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I walked down the hall and into the dance area. "Goodmorning Ms. Brogan. Nice to see you're here early." Said Ms. Patiales. "Yes I know. My brother actually woke up early today to bring me." She gave me a snare and then walked towards one of the other wanna-be ballerinas. I never really fit in with them. I've always had much more money then any of them but it'd never be mine. All the money is my dads and I live with my mother. Money is the biggest reason I don't fit in. I have to work just to afford my dance classes. They all looked at me like some kind of alien. But I never cared about it. I could dance everyday and there was nothing they could do to stop that.

 We started our lessons once there were about 15 girls in the class. Ms. P. continued to yell at everyone, frustrated that none of them had "grace." 

"Come on girls! Do any of you know what the word GRACE means?"  She yelled. 

"I beilive the correct definition for that would be, 'Simple elegance or refinement of movement.' Ms. Patiales." I said in the most sarcastic and smart-ass way possible. 

"Don't sass me miss brogan." She glared back at me. " If you know so much about grace then why don't you show the class how it is that this "grace" is performed." 

"Well, I thought you'd never ask." I snared.

"You and Daniel shall perform to us last regionals adagio." She remarked with a smirk. She knew I had a deep hatred for Daniel. He and I were in a relationship for over 2 years until one day he decided to cheat on me with the whole ballet class. 

"With pleasure." I spat.

Daniel strutted over and grabbed my hand. He had apoligized over fifty times begging for forgiveness but I wasn't stupid enough. He swore to this day that he still loved me and somehow you could see it was true but I wouldn't allow myself back into his arms.

"Don't make me look bad." I whispered.

"Never." He slowly whispered back.

We started off as the lights dimmed in the hall. We performed and performed. Danced and just couldn't stop. I couldn't help but feel in love again. And for the first time I wasn't 500% sure if it was with dance. "Of course it is!" I remarked at myself but I still couldn't help the feeling.

Too soon the dance was over. I didn't want to let go or stop but I knew I had to. 

"Great! Why can't any of you have such grace? For the first time I believe you should take some advice from Ms. Brogan." And with that class was dismissed.

I quickly hurried to the back room to grab my belongings. I heard footsteps following but I hadn't looked back. I felt something grab my arm and I quickly turned. Daniel was standing there starring at me. 

"Daniel, what are you doing?" I asked and shoved his hand away.

"You felt it too, didn't you? I could see it in your eyes." He whispered.

"Don't be so full of yourself. That meant nothing." I whispered angrily.

"Stop lying to yourself. We both felt it, Issa. We're meant to be. Issa, I love you." He whispered.

"No, Daniel. You stop. Why don't you stop lying for once? You cheated on me. If that's love then I hope I fall in lust with someone else." I said and rushed to walk away. He seemed to catch up so I started running. I ran through the hall, out the door and into Mike's car. 

"Drive!" I yelled. He looked out the window to see a shirtless Daniel running towards the car. 

"What the hell is wrong with that guy?"

"Just DRIVE." and with that he pressed the gas.