The New Girl

Chapter Eleven

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Chapter Eleven

(Jordin’s POV)

I gape at Ollie in disbelief, letting her quiet words register in my muddled brain.

“Jordin?” She shakes me softly.

“So…so your little sister has cancer?” I repeat.

Ollie nods. “Yeah—she does. And my being dance team captain could save her life.”

My brows knit together. “What does that mean?”

She takes a deep breath. “That means that ‘Star Dancer’ might choose me to be featured on their show. I could be the wild card!”

“Star Dancer” is another T.V. show on the Celebrity News Channel. Hailey Moss and Clyde Wonder both host it, combining their amazing paparazzi skills and bright yet annoying personality to create an irritating mix. It’s basically the dance version of “American Idol.”

There are three judges, each with polar opposite personalities. It starts with twelve dancers then dwindles down to the top three. Except, this show has a shocking twist. When there are three finalists, the producers of the show throw in a complete stranger that is great at dancing. This takes everyone off their game and adds pressure to the dancers. It isn’t guaranteed or anything, but the wild card picks always seem to win. Coincidence?

“But can’t you audition for that?” I ask.

Ollie sighs. “That’s the thing. I auditioned the first year of high school. They told me I was good but that I need some sort of achievement. They said that if I was able to maintain my captain status all four years of school, they’d pick me. And that’s how the competitions started. Lauren used to just pick a different captain every year, but I was the captain in freshman year and I’d have to be replaced as a sophomore. So I went to her and told her that the girls should have a bit more of a challenge—that we should compete for the role of captain. That’s what she did. And this is my last year of high school, senior year. But now you’re my competition.”

“Ollie, I’m sure you’ll win.” I assure her.

“No, Jordin, I’m not so sure this time. I don’t think you know how great of a dancer you really are. You have some amazing talent.” She confesses.

“What kind of cancer does your little sister have?” I ask.

“Pancreatic Cancer.” She answers.

“Ollie,” I say slowly. “That cancer’s not curable.”

“Don’t you think I know that?!” She exclaims. “I know Pancreatic Cancer is fatal and that it can’t be cured. In fact, I’m pretty sure Hannah’s too far gone anyway. We didn’t find out until…until stage three. Jordin, she’s going to die. The doctor gave her another year tops.”