I walked down the crowded hallways of South Hadley High School, looking down at my books as I ran through my ballet routine in my head. I closed my eyes as I got lost in the music that was playing through my ear buds.
I am not what you would call a "normal" girl, I don't listen to what "normal" teenage girls listen to. I love the classics. Bach, Beethoven, Mozart, etc. I always listen to my music. Weather it be out of my ear buds, or just playing in my head.
I opened my eyes and focused on getting to my next class, Trig. I hated school, and if I had to choose what I would do with my day I would choose to dance. Much like my taste in music, my choice in dance was old too. I decided to choose the oldest form of dance, the one that all dance was based off of. I take point ballet.
I started dancing when I was two. My mom wanted me to be just like her. To be a professional.
I felt tears well in my eyes and wiped them off using the back of my wrist.
"Not here." I told myself.
I walked into my trig class and prepared myself to focus on class. Today I felt like I was in a Charlie Brown episode. No matter how hard I tried, I didn't hear what the teacher was saying. All I heard was "Wha, wha, wha, wha..."
"Evie!" I heard my friend Krissi whisper into my ear.
"What?" I asked, still looking forward.
That is how we spoke in class, one of us would lean forward, while the other just spoke into the air. Kind of like we were just repeating something the teacher said.
"Are you ready for practice tonight?" Krissi asked.
"I am always ready to dance," I said with a small smile playing on my lips.
"True," she said and then sat back in her seat.
I tried to focus on class, but finally gave up and put my ear buds in, and pressed shuffle on my ipod touch.
My long, wavy brown hair rested midway down my back and hid my ear buds so that it looked as if I wasn't listening to anything, which tended to come in handy while at school. Considering we wern't supposed to have any electronics out during the day.
I pretended to take note throughout the remainder of the class, knowing full well that I was not going to be able to do my homework for math. My mind wondered and before I knew it the bell rang and released the class. I put my stuff in my bag and started to head out of the class room.
"Miss. Evelyn Cole?" my trig teacher said snapping me back into reality.
"Yes Mrs. Hindi?" I asked as I quickly pulled my ear buds out.
"May I have a word with you?" she asked as she looked up from her papers.
I walked over to her desk and waited for her to notice me.
"How are you doing?" she asked me still not looking up from her papers.
"Well, Evelyn," Mrs. Hindi started, "Do you know that you are failing this class?"
She looked up at me, "Have you tried to do anything to help yourself?"
"Yes," I lied.
"Ok, if you ever need any extra help all you have to do is ask."
"Alright. That is all." she said and looked back down at her papers.
I looked down and walked out of the door. I turned around the corner, and began rushing down the hall to my last class. As I was walking my mind slowly began to wander again. The people around me became a blur and I didn't realize that I was walking on the wrong side of the hallway until I slammed into a person.
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The Last DanceRandom
Evelyn Cole has always been a dedicated dancer, and has the dream of being a professional. But that all changes when she runs into Tyler, the new kid in school, they become close and start dating. But when one fun night together turns into something...