good girls • clifford + hemmings

three.

} emma

        “Meet Janice” Alice said showing me the dance teacher. “Hi” I awkwardly greeted.

“Hello Emily” she smiled, ugh I hated being called Emily. “Can you call me Emma by any chance?” I asked not to fond of Emily. She nodded “okay Emma. Is this your first time?” I nodded “well do you know anything about dancing?” she asked raising a brow. “Ugh kind of” I shrugged, Macy, a friend of mine used to take dance lessons and told me a little. “Show me” she said. “Wait, what?” I asked. “Sow me” she repeated “please?”

 It came to my mind that I didn’t have an option so I did what I could.

She looked baffled when I got finished. I totally failed that “I know I’m hor-. “ “No you’re amazing!” she squealed. Am I fantasizing or something? “You are totally doing competition next month!” she clarified.

Okay so I’m here in the middle of a high class dance floor trying to get my thoughts together. “So, you’re saying you liked my dancing?” I asked. She nodded smiling “you’re a little rusty on a few spots but other than that you’re amazing.”

When I got finished I called Alice to pick me up.

“When are you going to be able to get your licens?” she asked as I sat in the passenger seat. I shrugged “hopefully before next month.” “Your brother started driving a little before 18” she laughed. I nodded knowing how he had to try 3 times before he could get his license.

When we got home I explained everything to Michael.

 “I think that’d be great” he shrugged smiling. I wasn’t sure how I felt about all this, but something inside of me was telling me to do it. This would probably be a one in life time option.