Chapter 1

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Kendall's POV:

DING DING! Finally. The truth is I really do hate school. But everyone around me always think I love it because of my ever so convincing smile.

Which is good because I don't need any nasty rumors being spread about me.

I also wouldn't want my parents to think I was unhappy, because that would ruin everything.

But being "happy" and fake has its advantages, I always get the homework from people, I can copy peoples answers on tests, and the teachers love me.

I know that my teachers don't really love me they only love my parents money, because they want to fix this hell hole of school up in hopes to have more kids enroll.

But really no one cares about the teachers, especially me. I really don't give a crap about school, it's worthless and a waste of my precious time.

Anyways my priority is dance, it always has been, and always will. I really don't care what my parents think when it comes to school. Being popular sounds nice, but really isn't all that glorified people make it out to be.

But I do understand why I am popular, I mean I'm the best dancer at the aldc and I'm the favorite on the show.

"Class don't forget your 7 paragraph essays are due Monday! Don't forget to do them this weekend." says my intolerable teacher.

"Nobody cares." I mumble under my breath.

I quickly leave the room. I don't want to being in that sucky class room anymore.

English was the worst class of the day, mainly because I had no friends in it at all.

The only reason I had to take this dumb advanced English class is because my overly perfect parents have to live thir perfect life through me.

But as always I had to put a smile on my face and pretend to like my life when I wasn't dancing.

"Kendall why are you always late to my class?" said my fat and awful homeroom teacher, Mr. Green.

"Um... sorry my English teacher let us out late, I won't be late again Sir." I said with a big smile on my face.

"Thank you for taking responsibility, Kendall."

"Your welcome, Mr. Green." After the agonizingly long 30 minutes are over, I bolt over to the door and leave forgetting to take my English assignment and put it in my bag.

I can't wait to see Maddie and Chloe at dance, Iv'e been waiting all day.

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"Hello Kendall, nice to see you again, how was school?" says Abby with a smile on her face.

"Great." I say. "Head in and start start stretching, Gianna will start warm ups when the other kids get here."

"OK."I say hoping that my friends will show up soon.

"Kendall!" How are you? I haven't seen you since last week." Maddie says with a grin on her face.

"I miss you so much!" I say.

"Girls come into to studio A, I need to tell you something." Gianna says with a pale face and sad look in her eyes.

"OK, were coming." we all say. Once we all are in studio A, Gianna tells us to sit down and not to talk.

Then out of the blue Gianna starts to cry tear rushing down her face and says "Girls, my dad as you know has been fighting cancer for some time now, and his life is coming to an end. I need to go and visit him in Arizona and Abby is going to come with me to support me.

So that means rehearsal is going to be canceled from 3 to 6. But you will still have tap at 6 with Matt. I'm sorry I have to leave, but have fun hanging out and have a good class tonight and a good weekend."

Once gianna leaves we all look at each other with a happy face because we didn't have dance but we also felt really bad for Gianna.

As we are all walking back into the den, Paige says "I have an Idea. We should all go and play a game of tag in the medow while we wait."

"That sounds fun." I say and so does Nia and Chloe. Maddie says "But Kenzie and Brooke are done for the night, they aren't in our tap class."

"They don't have to come with us." Paige says sharply.

"Well then what are we waiting for. Paige your It." Maddie yells loudly.

In to the meadow we went to play an Innocent game of tag...

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A/N: What do you think so far? I hope your enjoying it:) I'll probably post 2-3 more chapters tomorrow... For more: 6 reads 1 favorite:)

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