I look over the paper, and sigh when I see the prize, four million dollars. If I was going to stay away from my uncle I would need money, and $5,000 wasn't enough.
I pick up my phone, and dial Beast's number
"Hi, Beast?"
"Yeah, what's up," his voice...
I was in the darkness, so darkness is what I became - Anon 。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。
Chapter 8:
This chapter is dedicated to saidtheelephant because she is the amazing girl who made the new book cover!🖤🖤
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"Im on my way," I say to Nick, who was at his dance studio waiting for my skinny arse to get there ( his words not mine ). I quickly end the call, and pulled on my gray crop top, and grey adidas sweatpants paired with a pair of grey Yezzy's.
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I run to my car, out of the hotel. Once in my car, I check my bruises making sure that all were covered with concealer.
Arms...check Stomach...check And Jaw...check
I smile, I was free from my uncle, I was about to graduate, and I was dancing. As long as no one knew about my scars, or about my uncle everything would be fine... I think
Oh, but how Genesis was so very wrong....
Hope y'all like that I'm it's short.......HAHAHA YOU ! I am not that cruel! Here's the rest!
I parked in front of the building, and got out heading to the building.
"Where were you," I look up to see a very pissed Nick.
"What do you mean," I ask trying to look innocent.
"You know good, and well what I'm talking about! Your thirty-freakin minutes late! Where the hell were you?!" I roll my eyes, and walk to the window setting my purse, and phone down.
"I was.....busy," I lie, what I was really doing was looking for a job, and lost track of the time. But, he doesn't have to know that.
"Busy....Okay," he grabs his phone. "Okay, my dad texted me the instruction for the first dance battle. I look over his shoulder silently reading: You are invited to NY dance competition Round One! The theme is grey, Song writer: Bruno Mars! Hope you win!
I look at Nick, "Okay, so which song do you want to do?" He looks at me, brows raised.
"Ya know for someone who's such a good dancer, you sure you don't care which song we do?" I shrug my shoulders and walk to my bag. "I really don't care, and besides it's Bruno Mars! All the guys songs are great."
I look through the list of songs that I had in my phone. "Uhhhh...24k magic?" I ask. He shakes his head, "No, everyone will be doing that, uhhhh....how about 'That's what I like'," I look up, and think.
The song came a week ago, and no one had done a dance to it, manly because Bruno did the music video dance steps so great no one wanted to do a dance the end up looking like a complete fool.
( A/N: the song came out a week in this book! )
"Uhhh if we could come up with better liver than Bruno, than yeah I guess that's okay."
He nods, and the next thing I know he showing me steps, and likewise.
2 hours later...
"I've gotta go, can we meet back here tomorrow, same time?" I ask sweat dripping down my back, bones aching.
I really need to exercise more, and *sniff* *sniff* is that me who reeks like that?!
"Yea, three o'clock sharp, no more being thirty minutes late," he says shaking me outta my thoughts, and giving me a pointed look.
"Yeah, Yeah, whatever. I gotta go, ciao!" I wave to him, and move toward the studio door reading to get to my arse home, and in my air conditioned hotel.
Hotel! Oh, my I gotta get a job FAST!
Rushing back, I walk back in the studio.
"Hey, Ni—" I stop mid sentence to see a shirtless Nick. He turns to me, and smirks. I roll my eyes, "Do you know anyone who's currently hiring," I ask him, keeping my eyes on his.
"Uhhhh..." he pulls a tight white shirt on, "oh, yea go over by Sarah's Diner they just lost a worker, tell them Nick sent ya." I give him a small smile.
"K, thanks," I run out of the studio, and hooping on hank, and zooming to Sarah's Diner.
"Hi," I look up to see a blond girl looking at me with a ( fake ) smile plastered in her face.
"Uhh, hi I was sent here by Nick, he said you guys were hiring." She looks up so fast, and for a second I'm afraid she might get whiplash. "You know Nick Black?" She asks rage, curiosity, and suspension laced in her voice.
"Yeah, I'm a friend of his," I lie, I was not friends with this arrogant idiot, but telling her that would be stupid, considering she looked like a slutty Barbie doll, and the face She making gave me makes me think she knows Nick too.
She nods her head, and beckons me to the back area, she knocks on a door, and opens it not waiting for a answer.
Disrespect much?
I step in, and step to see a pretty brown skinny lady tapping away at a computer. "Mrs. Mitchell?" I tilt my head, and squint, form a different angle she looked like the spitting image of Brandy Norwood. I shake my head, "ummm....come back in when I say," Barbie ( what I've decided to call her for now ) shoos me away. I step outside, and lean against the wall. Waiting for her to come out, and give me the thing I need the most.
I know the end was.....HORRIBLE! This is just a filler! But I couldn't postpone this chapter anymore! Guess what?....IVE STARTED A NEW BOOK! It's called The Confessions Of A Mute Girl! Hope you guys enjoy!🖤🖤🖤
