Behind the scene

How honey was made

Chapter 5: how honey was made

@ Beatrice Anderson@

Saturday.

The best day that god could make.

Most people might just take this day to sleep in. Trust me, I would loved to too, but being me, Beatrice Anderson with the athlete stereotype parents. I was force to take up a sport. Unfortunately, no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't play any sports, let alone like them.

I still remember that amazing day, when I was at assembly in my school. Our school held them occasionally. Mostly it just consist of our headmaster talking. However on special events like the " teachers day" or "nationally day. There will be performances. That moment I laid my eyes on their dance routine, I saw my future. So clichés...

The next thing I know, I'm signing up for the Dance club.

Dance club was amazing, fun. I love knowing the routine and just. Dance. From then on, I dance whenever I have the chance. In the supermarket, at school, on the street, literally anywhere.

My parents and I are still debating to this day as whether dance is 'counted' as a sport. But my genre in dancing was 'hip hop'. So I sweat and we all know that if we sweat, what we were doing is considered sports. They ain't that convinced but Meh, they let it passed.

I'm now dancing and I am dancing really hardcore if I may say so myself. I was dancing to 'Problem by Ariana grande'. It's a great song , fantastic to dance to. I was sweating furiously as I turned off my speaker and made my way out of the studio and to my room. Don't get me wrong, I'm not some rich brat who got a studio just because she started dancing. My dad made the vacant room next to mind into a studio. It's nothing fancy though, he just installed a huge mirror and a speaker. Because that's really all you need to dance. As for the music, duhhhhh, what's a phone for?

Calling... Texting..... Gaming.... My inner voice interrupted.

Ohh shut up. I snapped back as I enter my room.

"Princess tris"

I stopped on my track. Rubbed my eyes, and blinked 10 times. It was scientifically proven that if you're imagining things, blinking 10 times help make it clear.

I blinked ten times.

But it's still there.

"Try another ten time tris," I told myself. And so I did.

But it was no use, no matter how many times I blinked, he's still there.

LUKE FREAKING SCHNEIDER IS ON MY BED.

"What are you doing? Don't tell me you're flirting with me using the eyes trick."

I finally found my voice. " What the hell are you doing here?!?! how did you get in?! how did you get on my bed?! How did you know where my house is?! Who gave you the permission to-"

"Chillax Tori, I was- " he began in a calm voice with a cocky smile, but was interrupted straight away by me.

"Chillax?! where did you get that word?!" I was burning with a mix of feat and anger by now. Who did this guy think he was?! breaking into people's room and acting like a king.

"Damn! are you hot when you're angry." he smirks

I was blushing madly, but I tried to push it out. " Just. Answer. My. Question."

"Okay that's not cute"

I glared at him.

" Ahem.." He cleared his throat. " Let's see, I could come in because your balcony's door was open, I'm on your bed because I'm Luke," I scoffed at that one, but he kept on going. " I know your house and the word 'Chillax' isbecauseofyourfriendvictoria."