Hazelle

After the so-called fight we had, I stormed off to my room, grabbed my dance mat, and set it out. It was around six o'clock and I didn't feel like going outside so I just practiced in my bedroom. Whenever I'm angry, dance really helps to take my anger out in a calm and beautiful way.

"Well, good night then." Genevieve mumbles tiredly, 'her eyes look annoyed as hell.'

"Night, see you in the morning." I wave a tired hand at her. As I turn my sleepy head away the last thing I see is Genevieve's hand covering her long and a bit over dramatic yawn.
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*BEEP BEEP BEEP! "No, no, five more minutes," I mumble as the loud, obnoxious alarm clock plays its dreadful, siren-like sound. I reach my hand over my slobbery face and whack the black box. I toss and turn till I find just the right spot in my mess of a bed. 'Perfect.'

My eyes close once again, but soon enough the sirens of the alarm clock scare me awake. I mumble some as I sit up in the bed, "why is this alarm clock even going off? I didn't set it, ugh whatever." I wipe the drool off my chin and turn to see what tome it is. "Seriously only eight-thirty? Why, why?" I grumble while tilting my head back in annoyance. "Fineee," I say as I slide out of bed and into the Jack and Jill bathroom that Genevieve and I will be sharing, the entire week.

The electric toothbrush I'm using buzzes around my mouth while cleaning my teeth. I walk over to my suitcase, which was thrown down the day before, to grab some clothes. Everything is spread out on the floor from last night when I was trying to find my pajamas but then realized that they were in a different pocket. "Ugh, I should probably clean this up," I whine as I begin to grab a few shirts off the ground. I search the floor, moving my messy clothes all around the room, then finally I pick up a white crop top and a light, burgundy sweater. "That'll do, oh and these shorts will work," I mumble as I grab some jean shorts, which have lace embroidered on the back pockets.

After I put in my so-called outfit for the day I peek my head into Genevieve's bedroom and see that she isn't there. I decide that I don't really want to talk to her yet so I stay quiet to not alert her that I'm awake. "I wonder how long it'll take her to figure out that I'm not asleep anymore," I grumble as I begin to yawn.

I creep back over to my messy bedroom and grab my dance mat, which was hastily pushed aside last night when I was done using it. I carry it as I walk over to the bright, cherry red door. It creaks slightly as I begin to see the sky and other houses around Genevieve's. My nostrils fill with the morning breeze as I take in a deep breath. I can even smell the small flowers all the way across the yard in Genevieve's tiny fairy garden. "Those seemed so welcoming when I first saw them," I say as I turn my olive eyes towards the sky.

The grey dance mat hits the green grass with a bang. "I hope Genevieve didn't hear that," I say in regret. "I should've placed it down instead of just dropping it." My palm meets my forehead and my face falls. My feet dance around in the small surface as my face begins to light up. I spin and twirl and leap, it's all so exhilarating.

After I practice I have to get something to eat, otherwise, I might pass out from exhaustion. I know it's weird, but dance is hard work. I roll up my dull dance mat and skip towards the door. It, once again, creaks as I push on it and again when I shut it. "Ugh be quiet!" I mumble quietly, hoping that Genevieve didn't hear me come in. After I put my mat away I very quietly creep over to her neatly organized kitchen. I haven't familiarized myself with her house I kind of just shuffle around through some cabinets and drawers to see if I find anything.

"Yes!" I say as I grab a bagel from Genevieve's pantry and hold in the air. I always put fruit on mine so I'm really hoping that she has strawberries or some more peaches! I realize I might've said that just a bit too loudly when I hear some shuffling behind me.

The bagel drops from my hand as I bite my lip, hoping that it's Genevieve's cat Ruben and not actually her. As I turn around my eyes widen in shamefulness.