Stay til Morning

Dance Until You Pass Out

        4:45am. Wake up. Go downstairs. Make breakfast. Take shower and dress. Get Kara. Simple. That was how it was for me. I had spent at least 5 hours in the studio last night with Jared practicing couple dancing for the performance coming up, even though we really didn't need it. Being best friends gave us chemistry...But I made him stay just to dance, which, by best friend laws meant he couldn't deny. 

It was still dark after getting Kara off, which gave me time to pack my dance bag and pick up my room a little. All I did was dance and school and homework. Not saying that my life was boring, but I didn't have a boyfriend, and I didn't go to parties or hang out. I was....I don't know..Living. It just wasn't that fun.

I went to my bathroom to brush my hair out. Going to a school predominately white....I had to at least look alright. Not saying that it affects anything, but it you want to look decent when you are one of the "onlys." I looked in the mirror and smiled, trying my best not to notice how tired I looked, the sag in my cheeks. 

        "Bye sweetie." The absolute only thing my mom says to me all morning, night, anytime matter of fact. I thought it came with growing up, to go through teen years and not talk to your mom, but it seemed like it was all she could do not to completely ignore my presence. Shit, I had made breakfast and made sure Kara got up and walked to school okay. Her being 8 makes me worry about her all the time. 

But my mom..She just sat there. 

        "See you, Mom,"  emphasizing the mom, every day just hoping she would somehow magically wake up. But she didn't. And I found myself walking down our gray steps to my moms gray car to get to school. 

Willmoore High school. The school for only the richest, exclusive, small town beach residents..And me. As i walk up the front steps, knowing Jared and I will see each other 1st period so there is no need to scout him out, I look across all the white gorgeous girls and just wish that for one second I wasn't "Tar-baby" as my younger friends used to call me. 

        "Dude, stop wishing you weren't black and get your ass over here." said Jared making me smile and laugh because he always knew what I was thinking, even when we first met. I stood straighter and looked at his almost pasty white face.

        "I was wishing you please wouldn't give me one of your long ass speeches about how I made you stay in the studio for no reason and killed your muscles.." 

        "As much as I want to berate you on your stupidity of long rehearsals, the bell is going to ring in exactly 2 minutes and your locker is 2.5 minutes away at a rate of a step per every .8 second." Jared said cockily, knowing his maths skills would piss me off. 

        "And just for that comment we can work on solos til 12 today too!!!!" I said cheerily and walked away. 

Chuckling and walking to my locker, I pushed open the perfectly polished white locker to get my English stuff, humming some of my solo music. Since I was alone in the hallway, I suddenly got carried away by the music and started my adagio phrase that was the hardest of my ballet solo, and kicked and-

        "Holy shit, I am so sorry! I am sor-Oh fuck," I said as I stared out him on the floor. He was out. Like a light. Wow I hope he didn't see what I looked like. One bad rep. for a black kid here and you're done.

        "He..Hello, dude?" I said silently backing up, although very stupid, if I stayed I would not only get a bad rep, but I would be late to class and have to deal with awkwardness of kicking pretty boy who is currently on the floor. Hell, he should be rich enough to buy himself some medical bills. 

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Wilmoore High school. Damn. I only had 8 more months to get enough money to pay for my own place. College? No. But away from dad? Yes. The only reason I stay at school is because my job doesn't  pay dropouts, but really doesn't pay people who can be there all day long. Less money for asshole boss. 

Walking across the lawn of the unholy bitch squads, I made my way up to the steps and to 1st period. although I wanted to get out of this place, I had to at least make decent grades and because this was a prep school, being late was not an option.

And maybe I thought...That doing the right thing in school would make karma give me something back. Like..Something to happen with my life, for something to make me smile once in a while. 

Running to catch science, I turned a corner and saw some girl jumping all around the hallway before running pas-And I didn't remember anything else when going black except her saying "Holy shit.," and her brief steps of walking away. 

Ass. Wait...Was she bl...