Hope

October 22, 2013

I am a dancer. That's all I have to say. And I'm some kind of a popular girl. Like... I have a lot of friends at school. I'm on the seventh graders cheerleading team and I'm the flyers: because I'm short. That's cool but nothing's better than dance. I started dancing when I was only 2 years old and I never stopped since that moment. Dancing makes me feel free and, when I dance, I can be whoever I want.

My friends are all in my cheerleading team but no one is in my dance team. They all think dance is like cheer but with no cute boys. Sometimes, I wonder if it's the only thing they think about: boys.

And anyways, boys dance too.

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It may seems pretty ankward but my favorite words putting together are "Hurry up". Yeah... because the only time my mother say that is when she's about to drive me to dance. I put on my dance wear and clothes. I run to the front door and jump in my mother's car. I just smile. Because I love my life and everything!

- Gotta be late Cassia. Next time go faster.

- I know. Love ya.

I always have that weird smile on my face. My mom look at me.

- I'm serious. That's not funny.

- I know. I just... I'm happy. Life is fun, world is beautiful, birds are singing...

- Are you kidding me?

- Aww no. I will always be your weird little girl.

- Umm ok...

My mom look at me and smile. We change street and, just in front of me, I see that a big bus is coming to knock us down. I yell at my mom to turn and face the bus: to do something, I don't know what...

But at the moment she turns her head, it's too late. For a moment, I think we actually fly. I put my arms around my legs and try to protect my head.

And we crash. The last thing I remember is my scream.

Before everything disappear.