The Unexpected

Chapter 11 A Way Out

OKAY EVERYBODY WHO IS STILL READING THIS LAME BOOK, HERE IS CHAPTER 11.

IT MIGHT SUCK, WHAT AM I TALKING ABOUT IM PRETTY SURE IT SUCKS.

ANYWAY LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK ABOUT IT. I WOULD LOVE TO HEAR YOUR OPINION. 

That night I cried into my pillow. I pushed my friends away without even knowing it. I put them in danger for getting them involved with my stupid prank. I hate myself for doing that to them. I never forced them to do it, but I guess they thought otherwise.

I couldn’t imagine my life without them. We’ve been friends forever and now I pushed them away. I never thought that this might have happened to me. We used to have so much fun together. We were like sisters and now it’s just me. Alone. I was hurting in a way I thought was never possible. Andrew probably thinks I’m crazy for doing these stupid pranks anyway. No wonder he went to Brittney.

I was being dumb thinking that he liked me. But why would he take me to the movies and hold my hand every morning. I was developing feelings for him that I’ve never had for any guy before. He’s just a crush that made me lose my friends. Dance is the only thing I have left. I have no idea what I’ll do now. What am I suppose to do? Go to school and pretend that nothing happened? They don’t want me there. Nobody does and it’s all my fault.

I laid in my bed at one in the morning thinking about the things I had done. Then something occurred to me. What if I move schools? They wouldn’t miss me. Why would they? They obviously don’t want to know about me now. Then I remembered about the Art School in New York. Brandon had told me that he had a friend that auditioned for it and now he’s a famous dance choreographer for movies.

I’ve seen his work in the movies Step Up. He was amazing. That day I told Brandon that I wanted to be a choreographer and he encouraged me to audition. Of course at that time I had just started high school with my friends. I didn’t want to leave them, but now things have changed. Tomorrow I will call Brandon and ask him about this Art School. Nothing was stopping me now. I could actually become a choreographer.

When I woke up I didn’t realize that I had fallen asleep. Heck, I didn’t even remember at what time I finally fell asleep. But the thing that I did know was that I woke up a mess. My eyes were bloodshot red and I had dark bags under my eyes. I wondered how long I slept and how long I cried.

Another thing that I noticed was that I had twenty minutes to get to school. I was having such a bad week that I didn’t care if I was late. I took my time getting ready for school. I took a shower thinking it would help me stay calm and not start crying again. It was a dumb idea. How is a shower supposed to help me. Well besides from keeping me clean. But I didn’t care anymore. I was being moody now and it wasn’t me. I changed.

When I finally arrived to school it was almost nine. My first class started at seven in the morning. I was almost two hours late. But then again, I didn’t care.

During break and lunch I stayed in the library. I was helping Max check out books. He had bought a box of pizza so we could eat while we worked.

All throughout the day people were giving me weird looks. As if they didn’t recognize me. I was a whole new different person. I didn’t care what people thought of me or what they said. I isolated myself from everybody. All I wanted to do was be alone so I could think about what I was planning to do.

After school I called Brandon to ask him about the Art School he told me about. When I called he picked up on the second ring.

“Hey Sophie, what’s up?” he asked when he answered.