The Dance Academy (ON HOLD)

01

Chris's POV

I walked into the building and pulled my hood off my head. It was my first day at Precinct 44, my new high school. I honestly didn't know what to expect, but I was ready for anything that came at me. I just switch homes, which meant I had to change schools...again. I looked down at the sheet of paper I was given at the front desk; it held my locker number and combination, my schedule, and my lunch hour. I trudged down the hall and smiled at the few people that smiled at me.

Locker 423. I walked up to it and opened it. It was completely empty and looked almost brand new. I had about ten minutes before I had to be in class so I put some things into the locker and looked around the hall. My eyes roamed it quietly as I chewed my bottom lip anxiously. That's when I saw her. Her hair was tinted purple and I watched her put her things into her locker, that was located directly across from mine. She had her headphones in and she moved down the hallway quickly.

"That's Michelle. Everybody calls her Dancer though," the guy next to me spoke. I looked over at him and nodded.

"I'm Kyle. What's up?" I shook his hand and told him my name was Chris and it was my first day.

"Oh that's what's up. You think Dancer's cute or what?" He asked. I chuckled a little at him and nodded.

"Yeah, she's cute. How come they call her Dancer though?" He laughed as I continued to put my things into the locker.

"Nigga, she's a dancer. Plus, that's how she introduces herself. Even the teachers call her Dancer. Let me see your schedule. What you got first?" He looked over my schedule and smiled.

"Aye, we got the same schedule. And lucky for you so does she." I smiled slightly and nodded as we walked down the hall. I looked around for her again but she was gone. It was almost as if she crept across the world silently.

I walked into my first class and looked around the room. This school wasn't that diverse. It was mostly African American students with a few other races in it. I spotted her purple hair again and noticed a seat open next to her. I looked at Kyle and asked if anyone sat there and of course, nobody did. I took my chance and made my way to the back of the classroom and sat next to her. It was one black table, about five feet long, and two stools sat beneath it. She still had her headphones on and I glanced over her. Her hair stopped just at her shoulder and she wore a red and black plaid shirt. Her jeans hugged her lower body in all the right places and her shoes were black converse. I smiled a little at how her feet didn't touch the ground and she moved. I slightly froze and watched her as she took her headphones out. I looked back down at my notebook and opened it. She looked uninterested in everything. Her face was blank but she looked as if she hadn't slept.

"Hey.." I spoke quietly.

"Hi," she looked at me and smiled slightly.

"I'm Chris..I just moved here." I poked a little to see if she would talk to me.

"That's nice.." She looked through her chocolate brown bag and pulled out a notebook and a pen. She opened her black ink pen and placed it on the desk.

"Well, what's your name?" I asked as I leaned over the table and looked at her.

"Michelle.." She spoke quietly. I frowned a little and noticed that she didn't introduce herself to me as Dancer but as Michelle.

"Michelle..hmm I like it. It's a beautiful name." I smiled. She cringed a little and nodded in respect to say thank you. I turned back to the front before she spoke again.

"Where are you from?" She looked up at me and I looked down on her which just confirmed our height difference.

"I'm from Jersey. Where you from? I hear a little island twang in your voice."