The Nerd Can Dance

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There was a wonderful perk to being a teacher's favourite. It's why I work a little harder and why I, well...kiss ass sometimes. At first, at least it was kissing ass but now I've found some good mentors. Like Ms. Sandy. She's been my English teacher twice now. First in ninth grade and next year in eleventh. She's also the dance coach. Since I go to a pretty nice, and decently funded, school it has it's own dance studio. I have a key. I also know the teacher that always comes in early in the morning.

I got the room to myself for hours.

I had been there for hours. My body is covered in sweat, the floor was cooler and I was still trying to catch my breath. The Three brick walls and black ceiling beside florecent lights gave the room a great look but also did okay with keeping the cool ac that this side of the school receives. The last week of school isn't even done yet and I'm already blowing off some steam the same way I have for the last two years. Working on a new dance and not for anyone but myself of course. I didn't always just dance for myself.

Ms. Sandy had tried since the first time I haggled her into our little secret to get me to join the dance team. To join I need parent's permission because they travel for their competitions. I miss being part of a dance studio and competitions. Those days contain a lot of good memories for my best friend and me. I knew that's all I wanted to do. My parents never thought I was serious about it until I was approached about going professional at thirteen.

Next thing I knew I was pulled out of dance, forced into after-school tutoring and extra study classes. They removed dance from my life and told me to focus on something "useful". I can do nothing right in their eyes given my just under ninety five percent average. My brother though, he can do no wrong. He can play football and go to parties and charm anyone. He's the son they want to bring to their big social events. My mother a lawyer and surgeon father can't stand to look anything less than a happy family. 

Needles to say when the day comes I can escape them my relationship with them will become as close as possible to non-exsistant.

"Willing to show me?" I looked up to Ms Sandy. She looked at me with a soft smile. She's only been teaching a few years and to be honest she could pass for my older sister. She's the first person in years to suport me. To actually want to see everything I do and push me to do not just great but to do what I want. She's been helping me since the day I told her what was going on at home.

"Maybe after?" I asked pushing myself to sit up. I almost cried when the cool floor left the bare skin on my back. "I'm already pushing it and can't be late again."

"They do realize schools almost done right?"

"They don't care. They've already put me in some summer school program and I'm back under the microscope as soon as school starts." Ms.Sandy put a hand out helping me stand. "Just two more years. Two years and I'm out of here."

"You have a good amount of teachers behind you so you'll be okay no matter where what happens." She said.

"I'll see you later." I said as I grabbed my bags and left the room. I headed to the girl locker room after grabbing my shower bag from my locker. I come in the morning often so its easier just to have stuff here. I dried my hair with the built in hairdryers so no one would be the wiser of my morning activities.

The halls were busy as I left the locker room. I pushed through until I reached my locker where Lyla, my best friend, should be meeting me soon. I'm generally ignored throughout the halls since I have to keep my head in the books more than in social settings. I keep to myself most of the time but not for the safety of others but myself. If I'm myself, I get lectures from my parents how my "teenage attitude" won't get me anywhere so it's time to grow up.