Helloo...
I was a teeeeeeeeeeensy bit bored the other day, so I wrote another chapter.
it's not very good, mind!
loveyouall<3
Polly:L
Two weeks dragged slowly by, with nothing much to keep me from going insane. I waited anxiously to hear back from the people of: 'Shoshanna Lake School of Dance' It was a boarding school for 16+ kids, who wanted to be dancers. I had auditioned for SLSD, and another dance school, 'Haddon Dance School'. Obviously, SLSD was my first choice, but it wouldn't be so bad, if I got into HDS rather than the other.
I've always danced. Ever since I was walking, My mum used to say that I never learnt to walk, that I learnt to dance. It sounds SO lame now, but I thought it was dead cool, when she first told me. Apparently, I was such a nuisance, that I broke her car whilst dancing. No idea how that happened, I was only 6 at the time. I wouldn't stop 'groovin'... My mum and dad finally had enough, and paid for me to get classes in Tap, Jazz, Modern, Ballet, Lyrical, Street and Gymnastics. Of course I only started out with Ballet, but then I found out about Modern, then Jazz, then Gym... it went on like that. You would think that I would be really good at all styles of dance by the way I carry on, but no, I'm useless in tap, and my gymnastics teacher hates me! All because I can't do handsprings. Jeez Louise!
I also hadn't heard much from Trevor lately either. Not since I met Tristan.
"He never did look me up..." I thought aloud. James shot me a weird look, as I stared into space.
*Good! If he has found you, you wouldn't be alive anymore. Would you? No. You know why? Because you would be in someone's belly.*
Trev! I missed you, ol' buddy!
*Umm, no, you didn't. You missed TRISTAN THE PSYCO!* Trevor wasn't happy.
Your never very cheery are you, Trev. You need to lighten up a bit. Maybe you should take a holiday. I hear Australia is nice this time of year.
*Shutup. You're the crazy one. Talking to an imaginary voice in your head!*
Go away then! I was just being nice. It's not very polite to ignore people when they are talking to you. Gawd...!
*whatever*
"Jay? There's someone on the phone for you!" Mum called down the stairs to me.
I ran up the stairs, to see my mother, smiling manically down at me. Talk about psychotic smiles...
"It's the people from SLSD!" She whispered excitedly. I snatched the phone from her and shooed her away. She sighed melodramatically before stalking off down the corridor.
"Hello?" A lump began to form in my throat.
"Jayce Lloyd? This is Adrian Lake calling." A crisp voice crackled out the end of the receiver.
"Oh, how may I help you Mr Lake?"
"I'm just phoning to let you know how your audition went."
"Oh right..." I crossed my fingers, praying to God he was going to say I was through
"We think you have great potential as a dancer, however some of your timing was slightly off in you peice. Did you choreograph that yourself?"
"Um, yeah, I did,"
"It was good," OHMYGOD! Adrian Lake said a dance I choreographed MYSELF was GOOD!
"and we would like to offer you a place at our school, starting next half term, seeing as you auditioned with the later group, so we are will hope to see you in November. I have sent a list of the fee's and details to your mother."
I was momentarily stunned into silence. I realised I had to say something, so I floundered around for a minute or two, but settled for a simple thank you, good wishes, and that I was looking forward to seeing him in November. Mum rushed out from the bathroom, she had obviously been eavesdropping, but I was too happy to care.
We spent the next few weeks shopping for new leotards, dance bags, new shoes. We even went on just a normal shopping spree. It felt good to be buying new stuff. It always does though.
My friends from school where all really great about me leaving. I made them promise to come up to London sometimes, and visit me. I lived in a small market town, in the middle of Somerset. I used to live in the Capital, but I went there when I was 9. It felt so good to be moving back to where I grew up again. The dorms where all full, so I had to stay at a friend's house, and get the bus to school every morning. I didn't mind so much.
And then it was my first day. The school building rose high out of the ground, I gazed up at the bleak grey building. In all honestly, it looked more like a prison than a school. It seemed so out of place... The carpark was full of noisy teenagers, laughing, chatting, and being general idiots. Joy. I hurried across the short distance to the school entrance.
"Hello, I'm a new student here. I've got to pick up my timetable?" I looked through the glass at the old receptionist.
"Okay, honey, name please?" She smiled at me, showing a line of brilliant white straight teeth.
"Jayce Lloyd, miss."
"Your Jayce? Beg your pardon! I was expecting a boy!" She chuckled lightly
"I get that a lot. Don't worry!" I grinned at her.
I made my way to the bathroom, and frowned at my reflection. I had long chestnut hair, that curled gently around the tips. My eyes where such a dark brown they were almost black. My skin was still slightly sun-kissed, and my face still had a smattering of freckles. I smiled, showing my small teeth. They had cost me 2 years worth of braces, but at least they were straight now.
'I'm not ugly. I need never be something for men to lose their heads over, but I need never be ugly again.' A quote skipped through my mind. A bell trilled, startling me. I looked around, as if I was expecting someone to be standing there ringing an actual bed. I am such an idiot...
I made my way to my first class. You know, it's weird, even though you go to a dance school, they still make you do maths. When I reached my classroom, I bounced in.
"Ah, Miss Lloyd I presume?" A short man with a receding hairline and thick glasses, blinked up at me, reminding me of a mole.
*No sh*t Sherlock...* Trevor piped up. God, he was SUCH a killjoy
"Yup," I popped the 'p' "That'd be me"
"Well, your seat is at the back there. Next to Tristan," He gestured vaguely to the back of the class. Then, in a hushed tone, that only I could hear, he whispered "I would mind out for him if I were you, he's a terrible flirt."
I laughed lightly, "I'm sure I can handle it." I looked up to where I was supposed to sit. My eyes locked with that of a boy with messy blonde hair, and moss coloured eyes with flecks of chocolate.
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I Thought Real Men Don't Dance
Teen FictionEver since Jayce Lloyd was a little girl, she was dancing. Her mother used to say that instead of learing to walk she learnt to dance. And now she's got into the dance school she's always wanted to. Shoshannah Lake School of Dance. but will the boy...