Divergent Dance Academy

Chapter 23

Tris' P.O.V

The doctor sits in front of me with a face full of sympathy. The results have come back from the MRI. I feel like crying but I won't, I've done that too much lately. "What are we going to do?" My voice cracks as I ask the most important question so far.

The doctor sighs. "We could do surgery but with your age it's dangerous. I had a lady who had a similar injury but every time we operated it got worse." I cover my mouth with my hand. How is this fair? Why me?

"Is surgery still an option?" Mother asks, hopeful. I cross my fingers but the look on the doctors face tells me the answer. "I would like to keep you in a boot for 6 weeks and then try walking." He answers. I scowl at my shoe, not that it did anything wrong. But it just helps me to not punch the doctor in the face. Try walking? Walking? I've been off my ankle for 5 weeks already and it hasn't healed at all. There's a piece of cartilage, which might I add is pretty important, floating around my ankle and he just wants to see if it heals its self. That's bullshit.

I hop out of the hospital and to the car. Tobias couldn't make it to todays appointment and it's probably for the best. To be honest, I don't feel like communicating with anyone at the moment. And I defiantly don't want to think about dance, knowing that it will be a while before I'm fully dancing again.

"Honey, I'm sorry to say this but you will have to go back to school this week. You can't keep doing your work at home." Mother tells me. Just great. I nod and stare out the window, letting a single tear drop roll down my cheek. I wipe it away.

We soon arrive home and silently head inside. Uriah is home and sees my face, he races over to me but I just keep moving. I am sick of everyone fussing over me. I head to my room and lay down on my bed, facing the wall. I let the tears fall down that I have kept hidden. I know that everyone has worse situations to deal with right now. But dance was the only thing that helped me after dad died, and now that I can't dance it feels as though part of my heart is breaking. Dance is such an important part of my life, my whole families and friends lives. I hate this.

The door of my bedroom opens and I know that it is Uri. He can feel how sad I am. He sits next to me and rubs my back soothingly. I turn around and wrap my arms around him. Letting myself cry in his arms.

***

The hallways are filled with people, some making a path for me, some walking straight in front of me. Mother made me go to school today, not that I want to be here. This school is for dancers and does it look like I can dance.

As I hop into home room, some students stare at me. Most with pity. I smile at people who ask if I'm okay, answering with a 'yes, thank you'. Even though I'm really not. The pain is still the same burning, throbbing and stabbing pain. I wonder if I will get use to it. Tobias is carrying my bag around for me today, I couldn't be more grateful for all the help and support he has provided.

Math and English go by quickly, both classes were boring! The gang and I head to ballet, separating to go to different classes. "Guess what the girls are making me do this afternoon." Lynn's face is emotionless. "Shopping. Again. Yay." She says sarcastically. I chuckle, of course they are.

It's pretty stupid but I kind of miss being dragged to the mall with my shopping crazy friends. It's weird, you really don't appreciate things when you have them. "Hey Tris, do you want to come?" Christina pipes up. A smile appears onto my face, the first real one all day. "I would love you!" I answer. Christina jumps up and down, I love how she gets so excited over little tiny things.

We enter the classroom where Ms Mathews is already waiting at the front of the class. For a second I think she is going to yell at us for being late. But instead she smiles at us. Smiles?! That would of been the first time in fifty years for her! Oh my god. The rest of the girls seem to be surprised as well.

Ms Mathews calls me over as everyone else starts to warm up. "The school has decided for you, during dance classes, to write notes. " She informs me. Great, that will be so fun. I sit in the chair she had set up for me and watch the girls warm up.

I take notes throughout the whole class, not that I really knew what to write about. Ms Mathews made the class do the exact same thing as every lesson. Some one, please, make a complaint so she is forced to change up the lessons. You know what, I might as well do it. People come here to learn, not do the same thing over and over again.

The bell finally goes and we go to lunch. The girls and I meet up with the boys at our table. "Hey babe." Tobias puts our lunch trays on the table and kisses my cheek. "How has your day been so far?" The whole group starts chatting loudly.

"It has been alright so far. During dance classes I am suppose to take notes." I start telling him about how the girls and I are going shopping and how someone needs to complain about Ms Mathews classes. The gang continue to chat and throw food until the bell goes. I wish lunch went for longer.

Ms Bay calls me over once the gang and I walk in. She lets me know that she is there for me if I need anything and that I will be watching some solos and then giving out critiques.

I sit on a chair as she explains what we are doing to the class. Tobias sits next to me, holding my hand.

"First up is Christina's solo." Apparently while I have been away they have all been working on solos. This week everyone is showing theirs and then seeing who is going to perform at a competition.

"Dance like you are at a comp!" Ms Bay yells

Christina's Solo⬇️⬇️

The class claps as Christina finishes. She did well but this solo was definitely not her best. Ms Bay tells me to read my notes.

"That was an alright dance, not your best. You need more facial expressions, you can tell that you are concentrating very hard on the chorography and not letting it flow, judges don't like that." I start and see that she is really listening to what I say. "Your feet and legs need a bit of work. I think that's all."

Ms Bay agrees with me and then tells Christina a couple of other things.

***

"Let's shop!!" Christina, Marlene and Shauna yell as we walk - or hop - into the mall. I chuckle at my friends, their happiness seems to radiate off and onto to everyone around them. They truly cheer me up and make me feel much better.

We go around, shop to shop. I haven't bought much as I didn't want to slow down the girls or make them carry my bags plus their own. Even though they insisted that it wouldn't be a hassle, I kind of feel like a burden.

Next stop, Bath and Body Works. Bath and Body Works is actually one of my favourite stores. I love their candles and body stuff. We continue shopping for half an hour and then Shauna decides it's time to go home.

Today actually hasn't been as bad as I thought it would be. But unfortunately I know I won't want to 'take notes' for the next month or two.