"No no no girls! Up, down, up fan kick, pique! How many times must I remind you?" Madam Thomas scolded. A wave of groans filled the room. We had been practicing this routine for 4 hours and still couldn't seem to master the simple routine. Looking over to Gracie, my best friend, I tried my best not to drop to the floor. She was doing the same, once ours eyes met I knew neither of us planned on moving for the rest of the weekend.
"Alright, formations please. Once more from the top and everyone can go." As the mass of sweaty bodies scrambled to reach their assigned positions, I forced myself from my knees to my feet and stumbled into my arrangement.
Never would have thought this routine, this dance would have been my downfall. The way I lose everything, and realize everything. Never would have imagined my life would become so confusing. I'm normal. Or at least I'm supposed to be. I guess I should have known but I didn't. Not until everything I believed in disappeared before my very eyes.
Okay so maybe a dance routine wasn't the exact cause. It was what happened while learning it. I've always been different, I've known that. But I didn't want to believe I was that different.
After all I would lose everything if I was. How had I hidden it from myself, for so long? How had no one pointed it out to me? Okay so maybe they had. But why was I so adamant that it was all a lie.
I would have to learn to brush off all of my past, rewrite my future. Rewrite all that I thought I was and start fresh. But would the one person I want to stay, stay? Would they help me rewrite myself?
That is the question I need answered. Will she ever see the truth? Or will she continue to be blind? No, will I ever see the truth? Or will I continue to be blind?
