Ballet or Bad Boys

It smelled of hard work, literally.

It was a cold morning on a Saturday at 6 A.M.. I stretched that orgasmic stretch and sat up. I just sat on the edge of my bed for a while. What was a new school going to be like? I had to be an hour away from my family for a whole year, away from my friends. I suppose I'd make new ones but its not like it would be the same.

I tied my strawberry blonde hair back. I went to my desk in the corner of my room and gathered the papers I would need when I got to Juilliard. I put them in a big binder I had under my bed. I went to my mirror and put on a thin layer of mascara. I slid on some skinny jeans and some overly big dance sweatshirt I had but I didn't remember getting.

I herd some weird noise, like someone was tapping on my door. I opened and no one was there. I thought that was weird. I kept hearing it as I was trying to pack. I looked over by my window, someone was throwing pebbles at my window. I rushed over and lifted the window up. A pebble went down my shirt. "Hey!" It was Bradley, the boy next door. "Excuse me! What do you need?" I asked in confusion. Bradley talked to me when I waited for the bus sometimes. He didn't seem interested it talking to me really he always had his face in his phone. "I herd you were leaving for a while, I wanted to say goodbye." I rolled my eyes. He was showing interest for once but I was busy. "Goodbye." I slammed the window. He slumped over and walked away.

Sam came over, she was going to come with us when my parents dropped me off. We didn't talk on the way there, non of us did. Not even Brent and he usually never shuts up. We got there and I started crying and so did Sam. Her makeup was running, I whipped it off. She hugged me for a good five minutes. She never showed emotion. We got out of the car and Brent got my bags and set them next to the car. My Moms hugged me. "We love you so much." My mother said. I know, how are your parents are gay but really religious. It happens. "I'll miss your cute freckles kid." Sam punched me. "Careful Sam." My mother said. She rolled her eyes. "Don't." I said because I knew they were going to fight the whole way home because she punched me. I rubbed my hand on Brent's head messing up his longish blond hair. "I'll miss ya punk." I hugged him. He choked back tears, I could tell.

I walked into Juilliard by myself after we all said our goodbyes. It smelled like sweat and .... and... hard work. It literally smelled like hard work. I'd never smelled that smell before. It stunk and smelled good at the same time. "Hello! My names Lacey! I'm you're roommate." She held her hand out so I shook it. I had to wear a name tag, that's what the letter I received told me I had to do. That's mostly likely how she new me. "Annabelle." I said with a blank look on my face. She was to hyper for me.

She showed me around, it was so big I didn't know what to do with myself. She showed me to the professors office wear I had to enroll. Lacey swung the door open, the man at the desk was scolding this boy dressed in ripped jeans and a sweatshirt with Nike's. He had weird earnings that mad a hole in his ear, I'd never seen them before, it was strange to look at. His hair was black and straight, he had blue-green eyes. "One second, Lacey." He said as she shut the door in embarrassment. The boy snapped the door open a couple minutes later and stormed down the hall way and out the front door of Juilliard. "That's the professors boy, he doesn't go here." Lacey whispered to me. I thought it was strange he didn't go to school here. If his dad worked here you would think he would. We walked in and professor Ford welcomed me to the school and gave me a key to our room and a schedule for school.

I hope I can do this.