Chapter 9. The sting of the evil stick.

Dancing classes were one of my favorite classes. I admit I'm not that much of a dancer but I love dancing. It's the only way I can express myself. I wouldn't be taking dancing classes but since my mom is getting worried that she might have a Tomboy in her hands I had to take the class. It was worth it though.

"I was dreaming last night, wasn't I?" Marcy said pinning her hair into a bun. She was staring at her reflection in the mirror.

We were in the changing room. The changing room was bright with tangerine orange light. There were a handful of mirrors on one side of the room and there were four small cubical changing rooms on the opposite end. I stared at myself in the mirror. "-because if I knew they were going to break in I would've at least worn a satin nighty,"

I looked at her and started laughing. "Says the girl who was blowing Cayden off saying she has a boyfriend,"

"I know but just imagine what they would tell the rest of the guys-"

"-what guys?" Sabrina asked entering the room. She placed her bag by the mirror next to ours and stared at us with her huge blue eyes. They reminded me of the doll, Anabelle. If you don't know who or what Anabelle is, it's best if you don't.

"Umm... What Marcy meant to say was, she's having another party, but she doesn't know where to get the guys," I said slowly and carefully.

"I am?" Marcy asked more to herself than to us. I then elbowed her to go with the flow and she almost choked. "Yeah, sucks to have a party without guys," Marcy said dramatically.

Sabrina seemed convinced by the act. She then started taking off her uniform and folding it neatly in a pile.

I turned away to face Marcy. Wait... Did I mention that this dance class is Ballet?

Anyways Marcy was wearing white nude tights with a navy blue Leotard and creamy ballet slippers. Everyone has the exact same outfit, except me. Let's just say I'm allergic to Leotards because honestly sometimes it comes up my ass. I still wear the same colored tights and ballet slippers but with a Navy ballet wrap skirt and a fitting white camisole. My mom doesn't know I hate Leotards, she buys me a lot of them, different colors, shapes, designs. A lot. I practically have a closet full of them.

"Nat, let's get going," Marcy said pinning the last bobby pin into her hair bun. Then we went out.

"Let's pick up where we left off," Ms. Keira our ballet master said in her usual strict tone. Ms. Keira is an elderly teacher in her late fifties. The silver strands of hair on her head are proof. She can be really cold sometimes and it is said that the reason she's cold is that her true love or husband died in the Vietnam war. Which is somehow sad.

We stood in our row positions, about ten steps away from each other. Ms. Keira, walked around us, properly scanning our positions. She was a holding a thin wooden stick in her hand.

She uses that stick as an imaginary mike sometimes.

Ha! Just kidding.

The stick is her assistant in getting us in line. She continued scanning everyone. Suddenly she said "Position one,"

We all simultaneously put our heels together and turned our toes out.

She paced around us scanning. She reached me and hit my leg with the thin stick, the sting coursing through my leg. "Miss Natalima, straighten those heels and do not slouch," she said, her forehead creasing. "Yes Ms. Keira," I replied doing what she told me to do immediately.

Yes, I'm scared of her. Bite me.

She continued to scan each and every one.

"Position five," She said.

And again we all simultaneously changed positions. Gracefully putting our feet together, our front heels aligning with the toe of the back foot.

She stood in front of all of us and gave us an impressed smile.

"Very good. Now Demiplie,"

We all did a small bend.

"Straighten,"

We all straightened. It was like we were playing Simon says.

"OK. Now you'll have to keep up with the music,"

She walked towards the nearby table and switched the radio on.

"One and five, demiplie, balance," she said and we all did the positions matching our movements to the beats.

"Five and one, demiplie,"

"Five and one, demiplie," I sang during lunch.

Marcy gave me funny look then started laughing. "The look on your face when Ms. Keira hit your leg was priceless," she said emphasizing the word 'priceless'.
I gave her a pout and softly punched her arm. Like I said earlier. I'm not that much of a dancer.

Marcy and I were both having lunch on the bleachers. From our view, we could see a lot of girls setting up the courtyard, where the guys would be camping. Which would be in four days. That's the day I plan on running away.

As if reading my mind Marcy said "I can't wait to see the look on Lindsey's face when she sees you giving John a tour," she sighed.

"Yay, I can't wait," I said sarcastically.

"You're just hiding your true feelings with all the sarcasm," she rolled her eyes.

"Yes, you're right my angry feelings," I said taking the last scoop of salad.

"Not that fee- you know what never mind,"

"Who were the other two guys?" I asked.

"Hmm. Miles and Cayden are John's best friends. Cayden got the fifth position in the most handsome list while Miles got the eighth position," she answered. Yup, definitely asked the right person.

"I guess I'm giving them a tour too," I said lowly.

Marcy put our empty plates aside and slung her hand over my shoulder. "Look at the bright side, you get to piss Lindsey off,"

Well, that was true, so I guess it won't be bad after all.

Although I didn't want to give John a tour, something deep down inside the pit of the stomach was eagerly waiting to see that beautiful silver eyed boy. And I hated it.

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