After I was done practicing it was almost time for dinner. I relaxed in my room for a little while and listened to music, until I heard my name being called.
I walked into the kitchen. "Yeah mom?" I called from the doorway. my mom looked at me. "I didn't call for you," she said, turning back to the stove. I shrugged and turned back. It must've been my dad.
I walked down the hallway into his office. "Dad did you call for me?" I asked. My dad shook his head. That's weird. Maybe it was my stupid brother.
I walked into Eric's room. "What do you want?" I spat. He looked up at me. "What?" he asked, confused. I rolled my eyes and left.
Maybe I'm hearing things. The boredom was probably driving me insane. I decided to go upstairs and practice more so I wasn't so bored.
I hunted around my room for a different record, my pointe shoes, and ran upstairs before anybody noticed. I'd get killed if they knew I was going up to the attic alone.
Once I got upstairs I played the record softly so that nobody downstairs would hear, laced up my shoes, and began to dance.
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Don't Untie Grandma
HorrorEver since I was young I had wondered why we keep my grandma tied up in the attic. Why didn't we just have a funeral and put her in a coffin like a normal family? I never understood. All I know is, my little brother and I are always told not to unti...
