i realise with dread that i must watch myself in the large, clean mirrors that cover the front of the studio.
along the short side of the room are ballet bars, and, from what i can see, gymnastics mats are stacked neatly in the far corner. the lights are bright and yellow, giving the smooth timber floor a rich, brown glow, which places a calm feeling in the pit of my stomach. i ate today, i was so hungry. i don't know whats happening to me lately, but it feels so good to lose weight after being what i was. not eating is the least of my problems; not eating is the result of my problems.
you can see the dark, scattered freckles on my golden skin. "latino latte" is evening's new name for me. she complimented me on my complexion today, which i found quite embarrassing. i jokingly took offence to the nickname, so in return, she told me i could call her black coffee, which made everyone laugh. i cannot decide whether her own comment was racist.
"jacques", a woman, with hair like dark licorice, greets me softly. she's insanely thin, with leathery skin and a long nose. when my eyes meet her green ones, they're not like vali's or mamá's: they glimmer icily, making the hair on my neck stand on end.
"y-yes. jax. jax de caliente", i reply politely, holding out my hand. she looks me up and down haughtily, giving me the strong urge to pull a face at her, however childish that may seem.
"i see", she mutters, circling me in her pointé shoes. they're sansha brand, just like mine. "i'm isla marigold, mrs marigold"
mrs marigold doesn't take my hand, just glares at me disdainfully. something tugs at the back of my brain, mamá's words. "i tried to buy you lessons but the vieille sorcière on the phone told me-". vielle sorcière. french for 'vieja bruja'. which, in english, is exactly what this woman reminds me of. an ugly old witch.
"a pleasure to meet you. when will... my audition begin?"
she taps her foot once, smiling sourly.
"now"
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light headed | boyxboy
ContoWhilst trying to learn to love himself, Jax accidentally learns to love another. He's never felt this way about a boy before. *highest ranking: 101 in short story *lowercase intended \\ COPYRIGHT NOVEMBER 2017 ©
