The Girl Next Door?

brown paper package

It's been about a week and a half since my first day at Midtown High School.  And since then i have made two new friends, the first is Ned and he is a lot like Peter i just didn't meet him on my first day because he was sick but since he came back we have gotten along quite well. Then there is Michelle, and to be honest i only think we are friends i'm not completely sure.

So since you are all caught up we can go back to real time my friends.

"i'm so tired!" i say to peter while simultaneously banging my head on the locker next to his.

"Wow. Good morning to you too." he says while chuckling " Now lets stop hitting our head before you are tired and have a headache too." he says while moving my head from the offending object.

i go to object to his actions hoping it would get me out of class by having and excuse - going to see the nurse but Ned walked up to us right at that very moment stopping me from doing just that.

"Good morni- Oh my god! Victorie what happened to your forehead?" Ned yelled drawing unwanted attention to our little group.

"she was banging it on a locker earlier." Peter answers for me leaning against said locker. Ned gives me a look of 'why?' to which i just roll my eyes at. and then before our conversation can carry on any further the warning bell rings and me and Peter head to our first period with Ned going the opposite direction for his.

-time skip to lunch-

i walk into the lunch room a little late as per usual. And as i scan the lunch room looking for Peter and Ned i see something i hadn't seen before- something i wasn't prepared to see. i saw Peter practically drooling over another girl and in that moment i swear you could hear my heart breaking.

And i know its so cliche for the girl to fall for the best friend especially the one she just met but i cant help it, he is the first person to be nice to me in a long time. 

But anyways, so instead of sitting with Ned and Peter that day i instead sit with Michelle who spent most of lunch reading a book. But hey beats sitting with Peter right now.

-time skip to end of school day-

for the rest of the day i had avoided Peter an he had defiantly noticed but never did anything about it, he left me alone. way to confirm my beliefs that i am expendable to you.

Ten days. i have known Peter for ten days and i was already breaking a tradition. rather then wait for him outside the school so he could walk me home because i still get lost in the city, i figured i would risk getting lost and walk home without him.

So i pull out my phone and earbuds and start my walk home while listening to my music. 

i continue my walk home for about fifteen minutes until i feel a tap on my shoulder. i stop in my tracks and turn to see a disheveled looking Peter.

Completely out of breath all he says to me was; " You didn't wait for me." After he said that he bent down with his hands on his knees trying to catch his breath. And all i do is roll my eyes and put the earbud i had pulled out when he tapped my shoulder back in and continued walking home.

i get to the doorstep of my apartment finally and just smile to myself when i see a brown papered package siting there instantly knowing what's in it.

i quickly reach down and grab it and run into the apartment i drop my bag in my room and tear of the paper to reveal the box to a brand new pair of pointe shoes. i instantly begin to break them in and sew on the ribbons and elastic.

Once my shoes are ready i apply ointment to some bites i got on my walk home, put on a pair of tights, a leotard and my hair in a tight bun and run to the room i made a dance studio, and began to dance out all my anger and sadness until the last thing i remember is passing out on the studio floor.

i'm sorry for the lack of updates recently its just life happens sometimes and things don't go as planed but thanks to those who are still reading i appreciate that so thank you. and if you have any questions leave them in the comments and i will answer them so long as they don't give away plot details.

-the_gellybean