Game Over - Jacky Vincent

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hey guys, this is my first story i'm posting here, so i hope you like it! xx -tori

"Five, six, seven, eight," I say to myself before the loud music cascades throughout the room. I was by myself in my favorite room of this hell hole. The big mirror sits in front of me, as I carefully watch my own choreographed movements. This had been at least the seventeenth time I've went over this dance. I had an audition in two days, and I needed to perfect this. Oh, I should probably introduce myself first, shouldn't I? I'm Logan Alexandria Paige, and I'm 17 years old, soon to be 18. Yet, I'm stuck in a foster home, because my whack job parents beat me senseless. They wouldn't let me do anything, and soon enough, dance became my escape. I'd dance every minute they weren't verbally or physically abusing me. I danced out my emotions.

Though when my neighbors saw my dad kicking me in the backyard at one in the morning, they called the police. I was then taken out of my house, my parents yelling threats after me; "you worthless piece of shit!" "Next time I see you, you're dead!" , and so on. I've been here for a few months, and I doubt anyone is willing to adopt someone like me. I was diagnosed with depression, and I normally wear dark clothing. Who would want a completely mentally fucked up teenager? No one. So I have a few more months here before I can pack my things and leave. I don't know where I'm going to go, or what I'm going to do, but I'll have to figure it out.

"Logan?" Someone yelled from the other side of the door, causing me to stop my dancing. I pressed the 'off' button on the stereo and turned to see who called me.  

"Yeah?" I yelled back. Mrs Kate, the lady who owns the foster care, walked into the room. She smiled brightly and looked overly excited. I always liked her, whenever someone needed something, she was right on it.  

"How's your dance going?" Kate asked, sitting down against the mirror. That's another thing I liked about her, she liked me. She thought it was great how I expressed myself through dance.  

"It's good, I think. I really hope they like me," I said nervously, sitting next to her.  

"Well, who wouldn't?" She smiled again. I laughed and we talked about my audition for a little while more before she got called to the office. I then sat by myself, looking in the mirror. Who am I?

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These two days passed in a blur, and all I can remember is constantly practicing to the point where I couldn't even manage to get up to go pee. I was so nervous for this audition, I was beginning to think I shouldn't go. I'm not good enough. I've never been. I was pacing around the room I shared with a fifteen year old named Bianca. She just stared at me the entire time. "You'll do fine, you know," she said from across the room.  

"I know- no, I don't know. I'm not gonna make it," I responded, my hands shaking in anticipation.  

"Shut up and get ready! You have an hour!" I've gotten used to her attitude, and I've grown to love her as my little sister. Maybe I'll take her with me when I leave. But she was right, I had to get ready. I quickly showered, brushed my teeth and put my hair in a high sock bun. Then did stage makeup, as I did at past shows. Once I was satisfied with my hair and makeup, I moved to see what I'd wear. I didn't have much to choose from, so I picked a pair of black leggings and a gray tank top. I passed Bianca on my way out, and she wished me good luck.  

"Thanks B, I'll be back later and I'll see if we can go out and get ice cream. Sound good?" Her expression suddenly perked up and she nodded. I got down to the lobby, and everyone gave me odd stares. People don't normally see me in dance attire. Kate have me a thumbs up before I walked out the door. The audition was only a few blocks away, so I'd be there in a matter of minutes. Right when I left the building, I ran straight into a man about 6 foot. He was covered in tattoos and had black hair. "I'm so sorry!" I quickly apologized. He didn't say anything. He kinda just.. Studied me. He looked from the foster home, then back at me, a look of concern and sadness filling his eyes. My eyes shifted to the big clock that sits down the street, and I had 10 minutes to get to the audition before I was late. "Excuse me," I said to the man as I skirted around him. That was weird..

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"Miss Logan Paige," my name was announced by one of the judges. I stood and walked to the stage, trying to keep myself from shaking again.

Once I made my way to the large platform, my music started. The loud sound surrounding me. I knew it was time. I started my routine and it ended almost as soon as it started. I knew it had been at least 4 minutes, but it seemed like 30 seconds. The judges nodded and wrote down comments on their paper. I exited the stage, and left the building, scared for my life. That dance held everything I will or won't be. Literally, everything. If I made it, I'd have a complete scholarship to a performing arts college. If not, I'd have to settle for the community one. There's nothing wrong with it, but I'd much rather be accepted into a bigger school, where I could pursue my dream. I shook the negative thoughts out of my head and soon enough ended up back at "home". I walked through the door and saw Mystery Tattoo Man talking to Kate. They both turned, and Kate gave me a million dollar smile. Oh, shit.