"Silas will you please come here for a minute"

The teacher said as I was seconds away from escaping this school. Can't she see that I don't want to stay here any longer than I have to.

Since she knows I don't talk she took a piece of paper and started writing.

Would you mind explaining to me why under woman you put Nevaeh's name with a heart next to it?

I know she lying. I didn't write Nevaeh's name under the woman's column.

I guess she noticed I stiffened because she pulled out my paper. I picked it up and saw I indeed wrote Nevaeh's name, in cusrive my I add.

I can't even write in cursive. How the hell did I manage to write something that was legible? This girl gives me superpowers.

"Don't be embrassed, Nevaeh wrote your name under man. To be honest you guys will make cute babies. If they get her skin they would be even cuter"

I blushed at her statement. I may or may not have thought about having a baby girl named Melody Wesley with Nevaeh. Or maybe a son named  Xavier Wesely.

When she was finished gushing over how cute Nevaeh and I are together I walked out of class with a small smile on my face.

No one knows for how long I've been dreaming of us being together.

I was about to get in my car but a hand touched my arm. I turned around only to be meet with Mark. Lord only knows how much I hate this guy.

"So are you and Nevaeh a thing"

I shook my head no. I'm too scared of rejection for me to ask her out. If she says no then our friendship will be weird.

"Great, now I can make my move"

Yeah and I'll make my move and run your ass over with a truck.

"Well thanks for the confirmation"

You're gonna be saying thanks real good when you're six feet under.

I hopped in my car and started it. I backed out of the parking space only to felt the car shake from side to side. Mark's loud screams filled the parking lot seconds later.

I may or may not have ran over his foot. By accident of course.

I pulled up to the Jordan's school and waited for her to come to me. What I didn't expect was for Myra to get in the car after Jordan.

"Isn't Nevaeh supposed to pick you up today? She doesn't have detention anymore."

"No, she has detention again. She called my school and told me to come with you. When I asked her why she got detention she said it was because Emily stabbed her hand with a pencil so she threw her down a flight of stairs"

"Did Emily get hurt? Please say yes"

I asked a little too excited. I can't help it though. Maybe if she got hurt she wouldn't bother me as much. I know Nevaeh is fine since I saw her before I left the school, she looked just fine.

"She broke her neck and sprained her ankle. This happened about ten mintues ago, the ambulance came to get her"

"So you're telling me I missed it"

She nodded her head yes. I could've witness that comedic scene but I missed it. I missed the whole thing.

Her breaking her neck must've been comedy gold.

"Well then I guess you can come with Jordan and I to her ballet practice"

"I always wanted to be a ballerina but the teachers wouldn't let me join their class"

"Was it because you were too much trouble? Jordan was trouble too. Jordan glued the teacher's butt to her seat because she wouldn't let her perform in the ballet recital"

That day the teacher learned just how evil kids could be. After that the teacher never second guessed putting Jordan in the recitals. She was always first picked.

"No, it was because the other kids were scared of my face. My mom just came to sign me up and all the girls ran away from me. Their parents said they were going to take their kid out of the class if I joined"

I glanced back at her only to see a look of sadness on her face. The fact that she can't even join a ballet class because of someone else's ignorance is sad.

I watched as Jordan grabbed her hand and smiled at her. She smiled back and looked out of the window. I could tell this is bothering her.

"I'll tell you what, if the studio Jordan is in is the same studio that said no to you then you and I can go somewhere else. But, if it's not I'll sign you up for a few classes"

"Thank you so much Silas"

She tried to get up to give me a hug but the seat belt pulled her back. She just simply gave me a thumbs up.

"First text your parents and ask them if it's okay to sign you up for ballet class"

She quickly got out her phone and started to rapidly tap away at her phone.

If this is the same studio that rejected Myra I will take Jordan out and put her in another studio that allows both Myra and Jordan to have classes together.

I would've asked her for the name but she probably doesn't know it. Jordan just calls it the school of Jordan.

"My mom said you can sign me up, just send her the studios address and business number so she can officially sign me up"

I nodded my head and pulled up to the studio. I opened the door for the girls and went back over to front of the car so I can open the trunk.

I took out Jordan's dance bag and her extra dance bag she makes me keep in my trunk.

One of them is white for when she's happy and the other one is black for when she's sad. She said she loves to dress according to her soul at the moment. Whatever that means.

We walked inside and was instantly meet with a whole bunch of girls running around like wild animals.

Madam Gazelle must be running late. If she was here everyone would've been in a straight line with their backs straight. They all would've been as quiet as a mouse.

"Is this the same studios?"

She shook her head no and started to jump up with excitement. I guess we have a winner.

While Jordan went to get dressed I took Myra to the front office to get her registered.

Since the lady knew I didn't talk she faced her computer to me and started typing.

What can I help you with Silas?

Is there room in this class for one more?

Yes there is. Is the cutie behind you going to be joining the class?

I turned and saw Myra staring at a group of girls that were leaping around the studio. She looked at them in awe.

Yes she is. Her name is Myra Johnson, she's nine years old. Her mom will be signing her up officially later on this week.

She nodded her head and faced the computer back to her. After a few mintues of typing she told Myra she could go change into her clothes.

Jordan was just about to get out but she saw Myra coming in. She backtracked and went inside the changing room again. Girls.

While they went to get changed I went to take a seat in the chairs that were for the parents.

I always take the father seat away from those people. They're so weird and self centered.

Who brings their child's first loose tooth to ballet practice just so they  can say that their kid is growing up?

This other lady brings her kid's first training bra everywhere she goes. To make things worst she brags about it like it's a good thing.

I was about to beat my high score in Subway Surfer when someone tapped on my shoulder causing me to look up.

I could hear by surfer crash into the train as I look up at the person who interrupted me.

Myra stood in front of me with her hair covering her whole face. She tried to blow it out of her face but it just deflated right back down.

"Can you put my hair in a bun please?"

I pulled up my jacket and took off the black rubber that was around my wrist. I always carry one just in case Nevaeh needs one.

She sat down in front of me while I struggled to put her huge afro into a a bun. I was just about to put her hair in the bun but the rubber band snapped. It's a good thing I have another one.

This time her hair successfully got in the perfect bun. She thanked me and ran back over to Jordan.

Once she got their the door opened revealing Madam Gazelle. She had her glasses hanging off her nose with her signature stick in her hand.

She banged it on the floor two times getting the girl's attention. Everyone got in a straight line with their backs straight and their hands at their sides.
They know she don't play.

She looked at Myra and scrunched up her face. She walked over to her and bend over to Myra's level.

"What's your name sweetie?"

"Myra Johnson"

"Welcome Myra"

With that she got up and started stretching the girls. Myra gave me a thumbs up and started warming up too.

I'm happy to see someone gave Myra a chance even though she's different from all the other girl's.

It makes me see people in a different light.