Genevieve

"Soooo, do you do anything for fun, besides playing with your cat?" Hazelle says out of the silence. We mutually decided, without saying it, that we weren't going to talk to each other anymore.

I'm a little taken a back from this, as I didn't expect the silence to be broken that quickly. "No not really, the only thing I do is go on jogs then come back to my casa and grab a frutta ghiacciolo, a fruit popsicle, that I make every Sunday." I mumble while my mouth drools, 'ugh now I really want a popsicle! How dare she bring that up!'

"That sounds really relaxing and fun!" She says while finishing up her last piece of peach.

"It is, what do you like to do?" I say back, hoping her answer is just as lame as mine.

"I'm apart of 'The Competitive Dance Academy' in Miami! It's so much fun and I really miss it a lot. I do ballet mostly but, sometimes I get into jazz and contemporary." Her voice is laced with sorrow and I feel so bad, I mean not terrible because I don't really like danza, dance.

"Oh wow, that's a way cooler hobby than me. Also, I didn't know you lived in Miami! I've always wanted to go there! What's it like?" 'Wait why am I so interested in this? I've always hated competitive danza.'

"Thanks," she moves her blonde, long hair out and away from her vibrant green eyes. "I've always loved dance, ever since I turned thirteen, that's when my mom finally let me join a dance studio, which was very cheap and old. But, anyways, Miami is so fun it's like 'go to this event oh wait go to this concert!' There's always something new happening and then on top of having dance practice five times a week and having a dance convention once a month, there's just so much to learn and see!" Her evergreen eyes gleam in excitement, but then they gloom in sorrow and longing.

"Seriously that sounds really cool! I wish I had a talento like that, all I'm good at is listening to musica." I say, almost in astonishment, which is not like me.

"Ya, but I'll need somewhere to stretch and practice some basic and expert moves. I brought a dance mat with me just in case I needed it, luckily I do! Uh, where should I put it?" She look down and around the room, looking for some floor space. But of course, there's nothing, I need every bit of floor space I can get for storage.

"No. Heh, I mean there's not really any room besides your bedroom." I almost shout at first, but I recall myself and finish.

"Hell no! I need sunlight, I have to practice exactly at six a.m. and six p.m. sharp everyday for at least thirty minutes. Got it?" She shouts condescendingly.

"Beh, in realtà, sarà piuttosto difficile perché quello che ho fuori è pieno di piante e non muoverò i miei bambini!" I shout louder raising my heels off the ground, now standing on my tippy toes. Whenever I'm in a fight or I'm really angry I start speaking complete Italian. What all of that really meant was, 'Well actually, that's going to be pretty hard because the one outside deck I have is covered in plants and I will NOT move my babies!' But of course, Hazelle doesn't know a word of what I just said because she's just an ignorant American.

"What the hell did you just say?" She starts laughing hysterically and a wave of relief rushes over me. "That was hilarious, you sounded like a really mean, old, foreign lady from like Russia or something! Why don't you talk like that more often?"

"Heh," I say while rubbing the back of my neck, my hand's behind my amber-red, straight hair. "Yeah, so, I usually only talk in full Italian when I'm really angry. Sorry, but you can't use the outside deck for your danza mat. You can either use it in your bedroom or go out in the front whenever you supposed to allungare or whatever and then roll it up once your done and store it in your camera da letto. Okay?" I continue calmly.

"Oh, I mean I guess it is your house so, okay I get it. I'll go out in the front." Hazelle says sort of sarcastically.

I step away from the conversation and flop onto my queen bed. I can hear from across the hallway that Hazelle does the same. 'This week is either going to be paradiso o inferno, heaven or hell.'