Break A Move

I Guess I'm Doing It Alone

I haven't talked to Chris in so long. I haven't even seen her around much. She even missed our movie nights. I seen her walking outside of the school building. I ran to catch up with her. She was walking awkwardly fast.

"Chris!" I yelled and she turned around and noticed that it was me and she didn't even slow down. I walked next to her trying to mock her pace.

"I don't really want to talk you anymore." Chris said glaring at me. I couldn't be more confused with her. What was with the sudden change in attitude towards me?

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"I don't want to be your friend anymore." She said stiffly not even meeting my gaze. Crushed was a word that I couldn't even bring me describe myself right now. Doesn't this make my week a cheeky moment.

"Why?"

"I moved on Ophelia. I am tired of you being gone with those boys all the time. It's like you don't even notice that I exist. The only reason why you moved here was because I really missed you. Me. Not for you to go around with anyone except for me!" With that she stormed away from me and I was standing on the pavement of the schools parking lot speechless.

I watched as she left and I noticed that she ran straight into the arms of Harry. Harry is always there when something goes wrong. I lost my sister to him. I lost my best friend to him. I pretty much lost everything to him. "Why?" I asked myself watching the sight in front of my burning eyes.

So much for wanting her to come with me to Charlotte so I wouldn't be the only girl. This is total crap.

I huffed and gripped the handle of my bag. I turned on my heel and headed back to the back of the school building to the girls locker room. This is really making my day isn't it. I threw my stuff down on a bench and started to change.

My parents were there to support my sister with everything she did. Even when there was something even more important that day. They can't just come and do one simple thing for me. Just one is all I ask.

"Hey, Oh." I heard Wesley's voice echo off the metal of the lockers that surrounded me. I looked up and he was leaning against one of the walls near where I was sitting.

"Hi."

"What did your parents surprise you with?"

I sighed a little. "They gave me a leotard and new ballet shoes in which I can't use because I am not   doing ballet. They think I am but I'm not. Then they told me that they were going to see my sister on the day of my competition. So, Surprise!" I said my voice shakier than I wanted.

"Are you going to be okay?" 

"I have always been." I said standing up. I wasn't really in the mood for talking just dancing. I walked into the dance studio while everyone was standing around in their positions. I made my way to where I was supposed to be.

"Ophelia, have you gotten your solo routine together?" Jake asked from the front of the room.

"Uh, yeah. I have it." I said giving a thumbs up and stretching in place. I really didn't have it. But, did I have a choice to make another dance up in a matter of about four days.

"Okay. We are going to get this down today. Then add some soul to it. Not that stiff crap you guys did yesterday! Let's go!" He said and the music turned out and we went through the song again and I had a little bit more feeling with this. Maybe, because I was mad or sad. I don't know what I was feeling.

I struck my final pose and I was breathing a little harder than I usually would in any dance. We ran through that dance about seven more times and Jake was actually pleased with it the millionth time around.