It's been weeks since I have talk to Ian, Yea I see him at the dance camp but we don't speak. We avoid each other. Today is the day we have the tournament for this dance camp competition.
I think it's stupid but hey, I don't run the show. I slide out of the bed combing out my hair before throwing on some clothes.
"Mom!? I'm gonna go to the studio, we are riding the bus from there." I say yelling down the hall as I open the door.
"Mom?" I say waiting for her response. Still none. I walk down the hallway leaving my bag at the door. I push the door open not seeing anyone.
"Hmm." I turn and slam right into my father. I hold my head as I stumble onto the ground.
He was really there, I could touch him.
"Daddy?"
"Zendaya..." His hand reaches out to touch me as it turns to sand his eyes fill with sand as I scream at the top of my lungs. I scramble backwards as I hear my name being called.
I shoot up from my bed, it was a dream. My mom stood over me calling my name.
"Are you alright?" She says rubbing my head.
"I'm fine."
"I'm going to get you some help Z,"
"I'm fine Mom, just going through some things." I get up getting ready and leave the apartment. I could remember every detail of the dream.
The screaming, the sand, his face.
When I get there the bus was already being loaded with people so I fade into the line. I sit in the back, watching Serena and Ian flirt. I shake my head sighing as I push my ear phones in my ear. I whip a tear from my eye before it stains my cheek.
It wasn't like I wanted to cry, I didn't need to cry. I didn't feel anything but hate, hate and anger towards them. But why?
(SORRY ITS SHORT, PLEASE DON'T PUT MY HEAD ON A STICK. I know I haven't updated in a while, I apologize so much has been going on but I think I could go through with this.)
