Catch Me

Winter: Dance Class

I was headed to second period, Advanced Dance, with Kyla.

"Did you notice something was up with Ariel?" Kyla asked as we made a turn.

"Hm, yeah. She seemed sort of deep in thought," I replied.

"She was probably just trying to navigate this humongous school," Kyla chuckled. 

"True," I joined in the laughter, while arranging my dark brown hair to cover more of my face. The more coverage, the better.

We finally ended up to the Girl's Locker Room. I noticed CeCe, Faith, and Alex getting ready for dance. CeCe was in a very showy white sports bra with black leggings. Faith was in a blue sports bra with white sweats. Alex was in a black sports bra and leggings. 

As soon as CeCe spotted Kyla and I, she whispered to Faith and they both snickered. Alex just ignored everyone. Kyla and I, being mature, walked to our lockers. 

"Hey girl who never speaks. Why do you never use your mouth? Oh wait, you don't have anyone to talk to. Sorry, I forgot," Faith snickered. I grabbed Kyla's arm before she went off. She doesn't have much control when it comes to CeCe's group. Ignore her, ignore her, ignore her. 

 "Leave them alone Faith," I heard Alex murmur. 

"Pft. Why? Are you scared?" Faith taunted.

"No. Because we're going to be late to class," she replied and I heard her locker shut as I changed. I know I grabbed Kyla's arm before, but I was dying to turn around and say to Faith, "Sweetheart, the reason I don't talk to you is because whenever you talk, I feel like your such a waste. Heck, a cricket is better at conversation than you'll ever be. Your just not worth my time," but I kept my mouth shut. 

I honestly hate CeCe and her group. They act as if they rule the school, and they just act like spoiled brats. It's a pity nobody here has the guts to stand up for themselves. I would, but drawing unnecessary attention to myself might just get everyone killed. And as much as I hate CeCe and Faith, I don't want them to die. 

They always brag about how they know for sure that they are going to get in a produce group. They even have already decided which positions they're going to get. One reason I want to audition is because I just want to see their faces when they realize that there are more talented people in the world than them. A reality check is so overdue.

After I got changed into shorts and a tanktop (Mrs. Daniel won't let me wear a hoodie, smh, but if I could, I would), I met up with Kyla who was wearing a purple sports bra and black joggers.

"Ready to go?" I ask.

"Yup," she says. We head into Practice Room A. Just if you were wondering, our school is huge. There is a section of the school that is dedicated just for dance. It includes, Practice Rooms A (which serves sort of like our classroom)-F. Each room is lined with mirrors and ballet bars. They even have their own music players and speakers.

As soon as we head in, Kyla and I split up. I head to where my group was sitting and she headed to hers. The groups are like small groups in a regular school, except each group's members are based off their skill of dance. Since this is Advanced Dance, all of the kids are exceptionally good. We are split up into 6 groups: A1, A2, B1, B2, C1, and C2. A1 is the best team, C2 is the worst. I'm in A1 with Alex, Isabella, Madeline, and Dixi. Kyla is in A2 with CeCe, Faith, Evan and a whole bunch of other people who's names are who knows what. There aren't a lot of guys, just a few like Evan. I only know Evan because he's brought up a lot in conversations. He's quite good at Dance. And he's Faith's boyfriend. 

Anyways, by the time I got there, everyone was already stretching. I went and sat by Alex like usual, because one, I know her, and two, she's nice. She's always been since 4th grade. I should know. We were once close. Until we couldn't be anymore, for certain reasons. Like CeCe. Our ruined friendship is still her fault, and it's one of the main reasons why I hate her :).

"Hey sorry about Faith," she muttered as I sat down. 

"It's fine," I said as I went into the splits.

"Are you guys auditioning for a produce group?" Dixi asks.

"Actually, yes! I've been practicing for so long now," Alex replies. 

"I'm not. I want to focus on school," Dixi says.

"I am," Isabella says, "I've loved dancing since I was little and I really want to make it."

"Aren't you?" Dixi asks while looking at me. I'm a bit surprised. She's never really noticed me. 

"Yeah," I say. It's a bit awkward, but Dixi has always been nice.

Dixi nods and shifts the subject to Madeline or Maddie, as she prefers to be called.

"Maddie, are you gong to audition?" Dixi asks.

"No, I want to do soccer and I need to have time for it. A produce group takes up too much time," Maddie replies.

"True. I'm playing this season though," Dixi says and they start talking about this soccer season.

As they talked, I resisted the urge to join in. I actually know a lot about soccer, but I kept quiet. Why grow close to them when I might have to send them on their way, like I did with Alex? They probably have wealthy families, stable lives, great dreams, good friends, and eventually, a good husband. No need to ruin that for them. They shouldn't have to suffer like-

And just like that, I was hit by a flashback. Convientely enough, the teacher had just started giving out directions, but it seemed like she was miles away. In fact, she was miles away, because this flashback was from 4 years ago. I was running.

                                                          With Eliza's blood on my hands.