The Dance Academy

Time

Time- all I had was time and I was getting impatient. I had an hour and 45 minutes until people would be arriving. I guess you could say In unbelievably anxious to see the rest of the building and make new friends.

"Why not?" I asked myself. Why not go on my own mini tour of the building. My form came with a map that showed the whole building. Holy cow- it was huge. What first?: the cafeteria, the meeting area, the dinner area? Yea, I like food a lot. I have time to find my classes and such later.

I headed over to the elevator and a boy that was about my age was standing there. What was he doing in the girls' wing?

"You are aware that this is the girls' wing, right?" I asked him.

"Yea, I kinda got lost," he said shyly. He had swift brown hair that swept across his head on to more of one side than the other...like the old Justin Bieber haircut. And let me tell you one thing- I surely do not like Justin Bieber...AT ALL. But this guy? He made his hair work. He had soft blue eyes and only a few freckles. He had a white polo shirt on and blue shorts that fell to his knees, and they were rolled up a little on the bottoms. He was really cute.

"Oh, ok," I said back thin shyly. I wasn't sure if my floral SnapBack and my white laced shorts with my Vans grey shirt on could match up to a guy like that.

"I'm Dustin," he said as we walked into the elevator with a smile. He had that Colgate smile! He held out his hand.

"I'm Makenna," I said back as I took his hand.

"Has anyone ever told you that your hair is beautiful?" He asked me.

"You mean besides my mom?" I asked him as we laughed.

"Well then I guess I'll be the real first one to tell you," he said as he cleared his throat.

"Your hair is beautiful," he told me as he bowed to me like he was my servant. The elevator ride down seemed like forever. We were cracking jokes and sharing stories.

"Have you been to the academy before?" He asked.

"Nope. But I sure am liking it so far!" I replied.

"It's my third year here. I know the ins and outs of this place. So tell me, did you come here for the drama or the guys?" Asked me as he laughed.

"Drama or guys? Neither. Why?" I asked him more seriously. The elevator came to a stop at the first floor.

"You haven't heard of the drama or guys here? Well for us it's the drama and girls. But as you didn't know, this school has a lot of dramas and good looking people," he said as he smiled. This kid was always smiling!

"Well I guess I'm aware now. Excuse me...I'm giving myself a tour I guess. See you around!" I said with a smile. A guy like that said my hair was beautiful! And I just met him in an elevator!

"Really? Your leaving me now? That's the fastest I've been rejected yet," he told me.

"I'm not rejecting you! But if you wouldn't mind...could you give me the tour? This map doesn't make sense," I told him.

"I know, don't trust the map. And yes, I'll give you a V.I.P. Tour," he said as we laughed.

"Okay ma'am so on our right you will go down the hall with me to see the cafeteria," he said in a deep voice as he had his pointer finger above his lip to make a mustache. I couldn't help but giggle at him. He lead me down the hall and into the cafeteria.

"Ladies first," he said still in the deep voice with his fake mustache. He did this for the rest of the tour too. He opened the glass slider door that led to the cafeteria for me.

"Now, at about 12:00 tomorrow, this cafeteria you see here will be filled with sweaty teenagers, fresh from dance," he said as we laughed.

He took my on the whole tour throughout the school and showed me different stuff and shared some tips from his experience.

"Well, I guess the people will be here soon," I told him. He dropped his fake deep voice and his finger mustache.

"Well I hope you have a great year. I hope that we will be good friends. Sit by me at lunch tomorrow. Okay?" He offered.

"Sounds like a plan!" I told him.

"Cya!" We both said as we walked our separate ways to our dorm wings.

"His accent was funny," I thought to myself as I headed up the elevator to my dorm. I needed to get my three over form and exchange it for my computer.

I quickly grabbed my form from dorm and headed back down to the lobby, where I would turn it in.

"Here you go ma'am," I told the lady at the desk as I handed in my form.

"Thank you. Here is your computer." She said as she handed me my Mac book air. It had an ugly dark yellow case on it that had scratches that filled the cover.

"You will be staying in room 1002," I heard a lady tell a girl that was checking in who was standing next to me.