If I could Fly

Chapter 2

I paced back and forth across my room. If I kept up to long I would put a hole in the floor. Damnit, if I could dance I would love to be here. But I can't. The thoughts all came rushing back. Mr.H was right. The doctors had cleared me. If I wanted I could dance. But I was terrified. Looking up at the clock I realized it was time to go to dinner. Shrugging out of my school clothes and into a old sweatshirt and leggings, I made my way downstairs.

Keeping my head down I rushed over to the line. I was loading my plate up with lots and lots of fries and tater tots- I love potato- I tried sneaking back up to my room. Of course that wasnt possible. I could feel my tray smashed into me and fell down in shock. There was ketchup and mashed up potato all over me. Tears filled my eyes as I looked up.  The Elites looked down at me and snickered. Laughing, they sauntered away with thier trays full of salad.

I began picking up the food and could feel eyes on me. Whispers of " there she is" and " injury" floated as I scurried out. I scaled the flights of stairs and ran straight into a brick wall. Wait this was the middle of the hallway. There's no wall.

,What the hell? Watch where your going!"

I stared up into hard hazel eyes. Great the Jerkasaurous.

"Y'know...how could you...hate..it..here" , I snifled, "i..if I could dance...I would love it..every...every hour of e-every day would be spent either dancing or wishing I could dance. And now its all gooooone."

I let out a sob before I realized what happened.Sinking to my knees I kept mumblimg how I wanted to just dissapear. Go away. Just for now.I dont know why but when I looked up I expected him to be there. Instead I was met with an empty hallway.

Picking myself up off the ground i dragged myself to my room. As soon as I closed the door there was a knock.

"Im sorry"

Confused I looked up at Jacobson with a glare.

"For which part"

"All of it. Its just this school, wasn't my choice.  It was my sister's. We were supposed to go but then she couldn't and my dad still forced me to come. Lets just say me and my dad disagreed. So thats why I acted like that this morning and just now."

"Okay...", I still stood there with my arms crossed.

"Hey wait. What do you mean you can't dance? I heard Harrison say it this morning."

"None of your business", I snipped at him still mad.

"Good night beautiful."

Looking at him strangely, I shut the door without responding.

The next morning I rushed down to the diner, leaving with a venti cup of coffee and 3 donoughts. As I wiped crumbs from my face I heard 'fattie' being coughed as I passed Katie again.

My stomach knotted up as 5th period came and went. When it was time for 6th , I grabbed my dance bag from my locker and tried to enter the studio. I saw everybody warning up and it all came rushing back.

I slipped on my leo and pulled a sweatshirt over it. Moving over to the barre, I held it so tight my knuckles turned white. They began doing basic warm-up, but I couldnt move. I remember doing this in the dressing room that night. I looked up to see Jacobson staring at me intently. Those eyes. Too familiar. Running out, I made it to the bathroom before vomiting.  I sat there and cried until I heard the door open and shut. Hearing the stall click shut, I took my chance and hurried out. Not making it, I felt wrong arms on me that spun me around.

"Alexandria, what was that?"

,What?", I said playing dumb

The running out, the tensing up. I couod see that.

"Well fuck off"

"Or....I could help. Since you weren't there your my partner. All year"

Groaning I stomped into the dance studio.

"Mrs.Robinson. Can I dance alone? I dont wanna dance with him."

"Lexi, good to see you up and moving." Mrs. Robinson hugged me tight.

She had been with me since the 1st day of freshman year. She worked with me until I got into the Elites. She was like a second mom since mine wasn't around.

,Good to see you too.", I rushed out, "but I can't work with him. For one, I CANT. DANCE REMEMBER. EVERYBODY KEEPS TELLING ME I CAN BUT I CAN'T. I CANT AND NOBODY CAN MAKE ME."

Storming out, like a toddler after a tantrum I stuck my headphones in and went for a jog. Running through the park, I saw all the street dancers and stopped to look. A little girl was attempting to imitate them and I walked over.

"If you bemd your knees and put emphasis on your front foot you can do it."

Seeing her do it again correctly I smiled and applauded her.

"That's what they mean."

Turning around to meet the voice that could only belong to one person I stood still.

"They can see it, hell I can see it. "

"See what", I spat

"That you love it. You love to dance."

"Loved. I lovED to dance", I said putting emphasis on the second part.

Sprinting back on campus, I locked myself in my room and like many nights, cried myself to sleep.