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posted April 30, 2012 at 10:23pm UTC tagged with story
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- Just Don't Ask Chapter 3 "Dana, I wanted to ask you this with your mother out of the room," says the doctor, "these bruises all over your body and a broken arm- well abuse is nothing to be ashamed of." I stare at the shining door knob. "Is there something you'd like to tell me. I'm only here to help." I stare at the floor. "Dana, this doesn't define you or mean anything pernament. We can just get you and your siblings the help you need." I clear my throat. "Sorry, I was spacing out for a bit, must've been those painkillers you gave me." I laugh but his face stays concerned. "Trust me, I'm fine. If you must know I was biking when it started raining yesterday and I totally wiped out. I think the wheel went over something. It was actually kinda' funny 'cause I was talking on the phone with my friend and it like flew when i went like onto the neighbor's property and like-" "Dana, are you being honest. This is for your safety." "Yes!" I smile-groan. "Now can I get home soon? I start school tomorrow with this block on my hand. A month right?" He nods and takes me to my mom who spends the entire carride crying and apologizing while I cry and promise never to lie again and we finally reconcile and agree to never bring it up again. I tip-toe into my siblings' bedrooms and kiss them on the foreheads. "It's all okay Leslie. It's all great." I whisper. I sneak into my room and curl under the covers. __________________________________________ 6:15 Beep Beep Beep I stumble out of bed and go into my bathroom, initiating my morning routine for the school-year. I apply my makeup while my straightner heats up. Cover up, eyeshadow, blush, eyeliner, glitter eyeliner(for the top), and mascara. I straighten my hair in about twenty minutes and apply lip gloss. Finally, I walk downstairs in my denim booty shorts, flip flops, and neon pink belly shirt. I twirl in front of my mom. "You like?" "Oh baby, you're gorgeous! Are those my earrings? It's alright you can borrow them. I made you an omlet but you might just need something quick- how much time do you have?" "Enough to eat this." I laugh and sit down as Jack starts pulling on my chair. "Is your arm better? Did it hurt?" "Oh Jack I knew we could trick you! Mommy and I were doing a joke. It's okay though you can go tell Leslie you knew. Crap Mom, I have to go. Love you bye!" She hugs me and I run out the door to catch my bus. I see Jessy sitting with a group of girls and I see Ethan sitting alone. I nod to Jessi and sit next to Ethan. "Hey, did you miss me?" He laughs. "Oh hey. What happened to your arm?" "Nothing." I say a little too quickly. "I um just fell. And the bruises on my stomach, I fell on the way back from your house." He seems to be concerned for a bit , but drops it. "My parents could've driven you." He shrugs. I lean in and press my forehead to his. "But I'd just be dying to do this and then your mom might embarass you more." I press my lips against his. He leans back as he puts his arms around my back. I lean on top of him. I pull away after a few minutes. "Am I right?" He's speechless. "I won't see you until Math, third period. Talk to you then." I stroll out of the bus in front of school right to Jessi. "Yeah that's the new kid, and I already called him" feedback/ideas?
- My own life Chapter 1 "Girls! Point those toes! Do you want to be in pointe? Yes you heard me! One girl in this class is moving up, but it's not too late to change my mind!" Everyone's energy amps up about a million percent. "Okay I am going to clap and you go onto releve right foot with left foot in pase. I clap you put your foot down, next clap is opposite." She begins clapping to a steady rhythm. I easily follow and can't help but look back to see Vanessa, a sixth grader, struggling. "Okay girls that was fine. Sit down and stretch out to start working on the dance. But I'm sure you want to hear about who is moving up. Well I have two letters." Everyone begins to whisper. "Ehem? Yes as I'm sure you all know, one girl has moved up a level, and the other has been asked to return to ballet technic instead of preparatory for pointe. The two girls are, come up to me once I call your name. Miss Sammy Tomonski." I slowly stand up and walk over to her. Around the room, girls are staring at me and thinking. I like to think I'm one of the better girls, but I don't know. I look at Kendall, a girl in my homeroom with her blonde hair in a low ponytail with a flower hair elastic. Her black leotard contrasts to Suzy's energetic one. Today, her's is a sparkly fabric that seems to reflect the light. Both girls are about my level. Kendall is probably a bit closer, but I'd be much happier if I stayed with Suzy forever. Kendall is just too intense. "Miss Victoria Migman." One of the older girls, a tenth grader, approaches. "Girls, I will give you five minutes to read these letters while I explain to these girls that other girls could be moving as early as next class." Her eyes wander over. She occasionally smiles and her tan, wrinkly face lights up. "You will both come back to say thank you and then you have permission to leave as you are no longer a part of this class." We curtsy and walk into the waiting room. "Same time?" Asks Victoria. I nod. ...Dear Miss Samantha, Your skills have improvided dramatically and with great joy we would like to offer you a place in the senior pointe class." I can't even finish the letter because I am so happy. I look at Victoria. Her eyes are filled with tears as she rereads it over and over. I offer her a hug. "No-no this has to be wrong! I've been working so hard and I've been bouncing back and forth forever! I'm sixteen I can't be with the ten year olds! They mixed us up! I'm sure I mean I'm better! Just we have to get this fixed!" But instead of walking towards the office she walks to her car and leaves. I timidly walk back to class and tell them of what happened. Miss Abigail nods sympathetically. I walk over to the bathroom and call my parents. "The Tomonski residents are not here please leave your message after the-" I almost forgot about Luke's lacrosse game. I walk over to the cubbies and grab my bag of homework, knowing I won't be picked up for a while. "Miss Leonna wants to know why you aren't in class." says an older girl. "Oh um I just got moved upto your class I think. But I'm not getting picked up for a bit." "Sammy right?" I nod. "I live down the block. I'll drop you off on the way home. Don't worry we're ending early 'cause Sarah fell and hurt her knee. It'll heal fine but she needs to re-block. Lemme grab my keys." I pull on my hoody and stand ready to go. The carride is awkward. "So um what's advanced like?" "I think you're gonna like it. I saw you in your practice once when we were sharing dances. Our class starts like an hour after the prep one so I'll drive you home if you want." "Thanks but I do jazz and acro and tap and lyrical and ya know most days." "It's fine I usually stay late we can see how it works out. Is this your place?" "Yeah thanks so much." I grab my bag and let myself in. My family is already having dinner. "Sammy! You should have seen your brother today! He was amazing" gushes my mom. "Cool but guess waht! I got moved up! I'll be more competive this year!' "Sammy, we were talking about something else. You should have seen his coach! He was impressed Luke." Luke looks uncomfortable. "Dad it was just practice. Sammy what happened? That sounds cool. Let's talk about that now." "Oh Luke you're too modest. Sammy doesn't mind listening and this is somethign to be proud of!" He looks at me instaead of our mother. He looks apologetic, but I just shrug. It's no different from any other day. feedback/ideas?