Post by Julia Key on Dec 31, 2012 0:13:14 GMT -5
SOMETIMES I FIND IT HARD
• to believe there's someone else who could be •
JUST AS MESSED UP AS ME
The final bell already rang. Students already began hustling to their lockers and leaving. I on the other hand was heading up to the dance studio. I peeked in the room. It was empty so I walked in and set my backpack down. I unzipped the pocket and pulled out my dance shoes. I started to take off my sweat pants and shirt to reveal a black leotard and skin colored tights. I had already changed in the bathroom before I got there so I wouldn't have to wear it all day.
I slipped on my shoes and pulled my loose curls up into a bun. I took my phone out of my bag and pulled up my music app. I selected my favorite song, Dream by Priscilla Ahn.
The gentle music began and with that a twirled around in my pirouette for eight counts. I ran and did a side ariel. I was thankful for my dancing ability, without it I wouldn't be at this school.
I slid down into the front right splits. I cringed as my healing calf muscle stretched out. After a few minutes of stretching I sat down by my bag to rest my leg. The soft tone of Dream ended.
I had a dream...
I stared out of the window watching the students leave by bus or walking. I stood up and began to dance again letting the lyrics be my guide as the next song on my phone began to play.
TAGGED ! for who?
WORDS !250
OUTFIT ! CLICK
LYRICS ! sometimes by skillet
TEMPLATE ! PANIC! ITS LAUZ @ CAUTION
NOTES ! blah blah