Chapter 2) Dancing

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Listen to ‘Move’ from Little Mix:

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Hey baby
Tell me your name
I gotta fever for ya
I just can't explain
But there's just one problem
I'm a bit old school
When it comes to lovin'
I ain't chasing you

Running to the right and jump.


Hate waiting
I'm on a roll
You've got to let yourself go

Running to the left, jump.

Whoaoaoa
You know that I've been waiting for you
Don't leave me standing all by myself
Cause I ain't looking at no one else

Doing a split in the air.

Hey
Get you back off the wall
Don't you get comfortable
Looking so hot
I think that I might fall
Feeling like it's my birthday
Like Christmas Day came early
Just what I want
So when we move
You move

I dance to the music, feeling free.

Hey
Get you back off the wall
Don't you get comfortable
Looking so hot
I think that I might fall
Feeling like it's my birthday
Like Christmas Day came early
Just what I want
So when we move
You move


right, left and turning around.

Oh silly
Why you afraid
Don't be a big baby
Quit playing games
Put your arms around me
You know what to do
And we can take it down low

Going down on my knees.

Whoaoaoa
You know that I've been waiting for you
Don't leave me standing all by myself
Cause I ain't looking at no one else

Doing a pirouette.


Hey
Get you back off the wall
Don't you get comfortable
Looking so hot
I think that I might fall
Feeling like it's my birthday
Like Christmas Day came early
Just what I want
So when we move
You move

Walking back and kick.


Get you back off the wall
Don't you get comfortable
Looking so hot
I think that I might fall
Feeling like it's my birthday
Like Christmas Day came early
Just what I want
So when we move
You move

pretending to walk on a catwalk.

I know that you wanna
But you can't cause you gotta
Stay cool in the corner
When the truth is that
You wanna move
So move
I know that you wanna
But you can't cause you gotta
Stay cool in the corner
When the truth is that
You wanna move
So move

Turning, turning and turning.

Move it baby, whoaoaoa
You know that I've been waiting for you
Don't leave me standing all by myself
Cause I ain't looking at no one else
Looking at no one else
Looking at no one else

Shaking my hips to the rhythm.


Hey, hey!
I'm ready, hey!
Boy come and get me
Don't be scared
Show me what you do
Don't you know a girl
Like a boy who moves

Hey, hey!
I'm ready, hey!
Boy come and get me
Don't be scared
Show me what you do
Don't you know a girl
Like a boy who moves

Walking in a circle.

Hey
Get you back off the wall
Don't you get comfortable
Looking so hot
I think that I might fall
Feeling like it's my birthday
Like Christmas Day came early
Just what I want
So when we move
You move

Shaking my shoulders back and forth.

Hey, hey!
I'm ready, hey!
Boy come and get me
Don't be scared
Show me what you do
Don't you know a girl
Like a boy who moves

Standing with my hands on my hips as an end position.

That’s what I do to 6 more songs; Don’t worry be happy-Guy Sebastian, Timber-Pitbull,Ke$ha, Hey Brother-Avicii, Towers-Little Mix, How To Be A Heartbreaker-Marina and the Diamonds and Live Your Life-MIKA.

Just feeling the rhythm and dancing my emotions.

After half an hour I drink what water and turn the music off. I walk to the mirror wall and grab my bag that lays in front of it. The dance teacher gave me the key of the studio 2years ago. She trusted me enough to give it to me. And ever since I come here every Friday to dance. I love the feeling. To me, it feels like I am free and I can take on anybody. But because I am moving away now, this will be the last time in the studio. I am gonna miss it.

When I am outside, I close the door behind me. I walk towards the bus-stop and turn around one last time, to look at the dance studio. I silently bid goodbye to it and walk further. Once at the bus-stop I have to wait 7 minutes. While I stood there, I looked around. The streets are abandoned almost. The sky is grey, but it isn’t raining. The houses look dull, but at the same time lively. If that even is a word. And here I stand. For the last time in Edacity. But now I look around, I am not sure if I will actually miss it. Maybe it is for the best that we finally get out of this hell hole. I never liked it here. Besides the dance studio, I was always too boring. And for me especially, Edacity is one of the most silent city’s ever. That annoys me the most tho. It is already bad enough that I can’t talk, but when a whole city almost never talks… that is just terrifying. Too silent for my liking. I like to hear people talking, having conversations about live and what not. it is a pleasant feeling.

The doors from the bus opening, awakes me from my thoughts. This is probably also the last time I go with the bus. Mrs. McKee said that we are living in the middle of the city in California, so I can walk to school. And she also looked up if there was a dance studio there. She texted me about an hour ago that there is a studio called; ‘’dance your life out’’ just around the corner. When Mrs. McKee says just around the corner she means, you can walk, but it is not too close. Yeah, she has a strange language. I know.

I step into the bus and for 14 minutes, I am occupied with my thoughts. My last thoughts in Edacity. I think I am actually going to jump for joy when we are passing the border from Edacity to Houston.

When the bus stops 5 houses away from my house, I get out. The bus chauffeur doesn’t get any closer, so I have to do with walking the rest of the way. Not that it is far, it’s just the idea that I have to walk okay! Don’t judge me. I may be a werewolf, but I am still lazy.

‘’Mute, come here! Pack your last things and then we can go, we will eat on our way.’’ Says Mrs. McKee, A.K.A. my so called mom. I will tell you how it is when I packed my stuff.

So I walk to the door and up to my room. I grab the few things that lay there and throw it in a box. That would do it. I grab the box, with my last things in it, and walk downstairs. I then walk to the van that moves our stuff to California. I throw the box in the van, and head to the car of Mr. McKee, my ‘dad’. You really got to stop that, you know. It is kinda annoying now. They practically raised you, so don’t say that they aren’t our parents, cuz’ to me they practically are, okay?!? Okay, okay, calm down Shey. I just, I don’t know. I sigh. This is harder than I thought. I climb into the car and rest my head against the window. Mom, dad, Marc and Zozeebo climb into the car a few minutes later. Marc at the other window and Zozeebo next to me. I sit behind mom, and dad sits behind the wheel.

Now this is going to be a long trip, better make it story-time than. Okay, let’s start with 11 years ago…

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