Barbie Transformation

Two Completely Different Futures

Emmerson's POV:

After talking with Hunter, Jasper drove us to his dorm and I fell asleep immediately, dreaming of Hunter and I together.

Is that creepy? Fuck. I might as well have a hundred cats, too. Creepiness level: 6000

I have three days to make a decision. Part of me already knows the answer but the other half wants me to think before I act. Does anyone else talk to themselves in their head, or is it just me?

Oh god, I think I'm going crazy.

I decided to not think about what choice I'm going to make regarding hunter. Today is my day. I'm going to do whatever I want without interruptions and without someone telling me what I can or can't do.

I've decided to take Felix's offer up by joining College classes. I'm thinking of doing dance. Jasper suggested art which I immediately declined. For one; I suck. For two; I suck. (I know I already said that) And for Three; It reminds me of when I was painting with Hunter. How he kissed me and-,

Shut up Emmerson.

I've never done dance before, but I've always been fascinated by the way people move in such rythm. I'm also taking gym up- Everex College has an amazing gym and the coaches are apparently very good (Well that's what Jasper said).

Paisley slept over last night in the lounge, on the couch next to Jasper. She attends only dance but she said she'll come with me to gym class to try it out. I really like her, she's a lovely person.

Unlike the people at my highschool... But then again, Paisely is two/three years older than me, she has a sense of maturity. Even with that age difference, I feel like we are best friends already.

I pack my duffel bag with some black shorts, a green singlet and sneakers. Before I leave the dorm, I collect my phone up. "Hey Em, do you want me to get that fixed for you? I know a guy who does it at a good price." Jasper informs me, talking about my cracked screen. I uncertainly look at it and shrug, "I guess. Thank you." I say kindly and hand him my phone.

Paisley and I walk to dance class. I've learned plenty about her. She's turning nineteen is five months, she has a little sister. She went to Lakersville Highschool and she was born in New York. She's never left the city before.

"So what sort of dance are you interested in?" Paisley asks nicely, her amber eyes glistening with kindness. "I don't really know. I was thinking of ballet, since I used to do cheerleading, so I'm quite flexible. What dance do you do?" I question.

She grins happily, "I do jazz mostly but I've learnt a little bit of ballet. I actually tutor little five year olds in Parlor Street."

Paisley is such a lovely person, she seems really sweet and very kind. "That's wonderful! They must be so cute!" I answer and she giggles, "they are! They're like little puppies" we laugh and open the doors to the dance studio.

A teacher with grey hair and spectacles turns her head to look at us, she smiles when she sees me. "Hello, are you new here?" She asks and I nod. "Yes ma'am, but I'm only staying for a short while." I answer politely and she smiles broadly, "What dance do you do?" She asks and I shrug, "I don't really dance. I'm a newbie, but I was thinking of trying out ballet." I inform her and she nods, "Fantastic! You'll be in my group then."

She walks off and goes to talk to a few other students. "That's Mrs Garcia. She's very nice but she can turn to Hulk if you don't listen to her of if you're really rude." Paisley informs me. I frown, is that a bad thing?

"Oh don't worry, Emmerson. She's the best teacher. You'll learn a lot from her." She smiles reassuringly. The bell goes and she waves at me, "I'll meet you outside that door when dance class finishes. I play jazz in that studio." She explains as I nod and wave back.