Delicate Dalila

"...Never in a million years."

 After Dane's reaction to my reaction, I went up to my room and scribbled something on paper, calling it "My homework". It took me about 30 minutes to scribble on enough bullshit so that it looks like a lot of work. They never said I couldn't curse in my mind. Moving on. After putting all my "Homework" into my cheap-assed book bag, I ran to my bed and jumped on, hugging a pillow. I looked at the clock, not moving one inch of my body. It was 7:48. Well, wouldn't hurt to get extra sleep. I had several failed attempts to get up my tossing my arms into the air quickly, after awhile I was aimlessly flailing my arms. Then after several attempts I finally decided to do some work and get up! When I got up it was 8:02. Wow. I am a fail. I changed into a loose short sleeve shirt, and some PINK sweats. Then I walked to the bathroom slowly, brushing my teeth. After I repeated rinse and spit about seven billion times (possibly out of boredom. Scientists haven't fond a real cause to many of my actions). I again plopped down on my bed. Then, *Ding Ding*. I groaned extremely loud ( Lasting a good 45 seconds), and checked my phone, seeing a text from Mitchell. The text read "Tomorrow, after school, my place, bring comfy clothes :)". Another lesson! Sheesh I think I've improved enough... OK, maybe not, but, BLEHHH. I answered to the text with "R#bhfznur3fnsUEh fb jiwdnfnj", and Mitchell said "Well, at least you didn't cuss, see you soon!' With that I turned off my lights and right when getting in bed ( and ruffling the sheets for a while) I fell asleep.

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 When I woke up, I quickly grabbed my short jeans, (while respecting school policies and dress codes), And my thick-strapped tank-top.  I pulled the tank top over me, and my shorts on. I put on my socks, and brushed my teeth. After, I slid on some Steve Madden boots, and put my hair out in a pony tail, leaving stands out. I even brushed it before putting it up! After I looked at the time. 6:28. Perfect! Even early! I got out of my room noticing Dane laying on the couch. "Hello!" I squeaked happily. "Jeez Lyla, Are you on your period?" He said in a bland tone, and a quite concerned one to. "Uh...No!" I giggled jokingly, dusting off my shirt. "OK, better go! Bye!" I smiled and wiggled my hand lightly. As I got out the door, I pulled my skate board out the basement, and tossed it before me to the ground, catching up to it, I hopped on, gliding for a long while, then having to push myself again.

  Homeroom was nothing special, Jake wasn't here. And I didn't really know anyone here. And..hey! There's a teacher here? Wow. I didn't notice her yesterday. She was short, small, and scrawny, You could barley see her as she leaned back on her chair, behind the desk. I was wondering why i didn't see a teacher. After the 30 minutes of homeroom, I got up and walked to my AP English/ Lit. Class. When I arrived and sat, the bell practically rang on cue. I sat and pulled out my essay, and nervously plopped the scribbled on mess on my desk, hoping the teacher forgot his glasses. " Alright! Fist off, let me collect your essays then attendance, and after some class activities!" He boomed happily. A man of early 30's, he was pretty short. And very loud. As soon as he reached my desk, and to my essay, his smile faded a bit. "Why didn't you print it?" He asked examining my chicken scratch. "Printers broken" I said without hesitation. "Oh I see...." He said, probably knowing I was lying. He smiled again, but a look of "Ill let it pass only ONCE" crossed his eyes to mine. And then he continued on with the collection.He practically spent the whole class judging everyone's essays and reminding 11th graders to capitalized their names. Which, surprisingly, many forget.Then the bell rang. I ran out, reading my schedule. Next was history. Luckily I didn't have to turn in any disappointing homework into that class. After a lecture on why Washington was so cool, I went to the library, skipping lunch. I hated cafeteria food and didn't like to carry around a lunch box. which was considered "Odd" in high school. Then after I read Teardrop by Lauren Kate for about 35 minutes, I got up and went to my intensive math class. Not even getting into that. Bleh. So after school I went straight to Mitchell's house. I saw Cassandras car out front too. Mitchell has a huge house! I love it there! It has 5 bedrooms 3 bathrooms, 3 walk in closets,, 2 huge regular closets, One indoor pool, one outdoor pool, and a room I'e never been to but have seen the door. When I walked to the door to knock, the door opened, and I saw Cassandra pull me in.

 "FFFFffffffffff- Ow." I said lightly, bringing my voice down hopping no one would notice what I was about to say and I smiled. They both sighed. "OK! Cassandra! Lead her to "The room" " Mitchell said...kind of scaring me.

 Then we reached...some room. And she opened the door as Cassandra led me in.It was a perfectly smooth dance floor, complete with mirrors on one side of the room and bars attached to the left side. Ohh yeah! Mitchell dances ballet, and so does Cassandra! Oh wai- NO NO NO NO No! "OK. Here are some clothes, change." Cassandra instructed sternly. "This is child abuse." I said. Then stuck out my tongue, and went to change.

 When i got out ready. I came out in a tights and a white leotard, that shaped my body perfectly. "No, I am NOT doing this" I concluded trying to go back to change. Then Mitchell directed me to the bar, I stood still, her face grew tense so I went and I sat on the floor, slouching my back. "Dancers have posture. Unlike you. Dancers have poise. unlike...You, and dancers have grace. DEFINITELY not like you. If you practice enough your body will become straight and as a dancers body" She carefully explained. I widened my eyes and slowly straightened my back. They both shook their head in sync. "OK starting off. Do this- Its called releve. try it in 5th position, while keeping your back straight and not holding the bar, the more you do this, the more in power you'll be of your body and more balance." She concluded, helping me to 5th whatever, and helping me up to reliav- rel- BLEH Whatever.and I stood their for a good, 6 seconds then tumbled down. "...You were still holding the bar Dalila, how do you fall!" Mitchell screeched sadly. They trained me for another 45 minutes on the same 5th think doing relviave..or...Relviav...rlvee.. After I changed and went home. They were so frustrated, so I said we would continue.