Sickled Love.

Amanda.

(*****Amanda above*****)

"No, no do it again!" Yelled Mrs. Leighton. "Your feet aren't straight and the last half of the dance was a complete mess!". "Amanda, could you show them how it's done?" She asked. I went ahead and performed the choreography in front of the beginners class. After a couple of spins and leaps I ended it with the final pose and the class clapped for me. I'm Amanda Jones, I'm 17 and I want to go to Juilliard one day. I want to be the best ballet dancer there is. I am junior miss world champion and have consecutively won the "ballet dancer of the year" at my dance company 3 years in a row. I'm a role model, I have to be. It isn't hard, I try my best to set an example not just for these kids but for my brothers at home as well. I have two of them, Henry and Max. After my mom passed away 2 years ago I tried to be there for them and my dad who works as a lawyer at the law firm in my town. He always calls me the "perfect daughter" and I guess I've gotten use to it a bit—but that's self centered and no one likes a girl who's full of herself.
"Well done Amanda, YOU once again performed flawlessly"Ms. Leighton said before giving me a kiss on each cheek like the Europeans do.
"Well I was a little off balance on the last turn sequence but—"
"Oh no darling it was wonderful!" she exclaimed.   
After dance class I caught a ride with my best friend Abby. My brothers and her brothers were around the same age so Abby's mom would watch them while we went to dance and my dad was at work.
"Little miss perfect strikes again" Abby teased jokingly.
"Um I'm not perfect, and all I did was show them what needed to be done, they all got it." I replied
"Uh, yeah after a a couple tries, how long did it take you?". She asked
"It was the beginners class, and plus it was some basic choreo anyways" I explained. Her mom came in a grey mini van and drove us to Abby's house where my brothers were waiting for us with Abby's dad. When we got to her house, my brothers came and gave me a hug. I greeted them but got rattled by some huge banging noise coming from the garage. I screamed slightly while the others laughed.
"Um what's going on?!" I exclaimed trying to calm down and not understanding the teasing.
"Relax" Abby said "Mike it taking drum lessons in the garage, he started about a couple weeks ago. How are you now just noticing?" She asked.
"I don't know, maybe he had dance classes earlier?" I asked.
"Probably...yeah I think so" she thought to herself.
"Since when does Mike drum?" I asked.
"Well I don't know but all of a sudden a thirteen year old boy just got enamored by the graceful sounds of the drums of all instruments" she said sarcastically.
"Who's teaching him anyways?"
"Some guy from school, I don't know" she said.

After our conversation I didn't think about it too much. Summer break was in three weeks and I wanted to make sure all my grades were in tact. We went up to Abby's room and did the usual, gossiped a little, sang along and pretended we were Destiny's Child, and did some homework and called it a night.