The Dancer and the Painter

ioned, making a gradual spin

didn't miss the thought of finding new clothes to wear every day, and one little blunder of wea

I skipped the leggings since I could see the heat waves from my window. The shirt was fine, with a navy blue

on my face before continuing to speak. "But lift the s

to a scowl and pushing my skirt farthe

is phone around, I packed my dancing attire in my suitcase. I returned to Wesley

you had an iPhone so

portion of the technology, W

to connect face to face; that'

rs and robots to turn against h

ing too many scien

e don't hurry!" my mother cried, and I'm almost sure

was presumably going down the street with his wonderful

on his face. "Good luck tod

u, and sa

d me one more grin. I turned off my lap

mother said as we ap

shaking my arms and p

rvo

ght say that. It's a fresh beginning, and everythi

ator with two other individuals, we didn't say anything. But soon, we arri

assenger seat. She didn't start talking until she was out on the s

a thread at the bottom of my skirt. "I had to leave m

the correct decision. It was his fault th

deeply. "Sydney

on the glass. "I

to pick you up ri

g to the dancing progr

like the thought of my riding the bus to another town. Back

d. "All right, do yo

and I also need them for wor

nce you're going to c

en arranging for me to

"And with your danc

know how to go to and from scho

issue, Sydney;

g me away from it is impeding my progress. I was tired of it. Apart from school, I only went somewhere if she dragged me along

nce I was making it relatively clear.

rmous, considerably larger than my last one, which meant I was certain to get lost. Teenagers were everywhere, meet

omething in common with us.

loudly. My gaze returned to my mother, who

d her eyes. "You'll

anxieties returned when I exited, but I couldn't do an

und to face the massive schoo

red via the

~~~~~~

of the classroom I had located when I first arrived at school. The office

he shoes were. I made my way past the crowds of students to the classroom. A man was performing random back h

potless white wall. I couldn't help but notice how wonderful every wall was

I indeed so gifted to get admitted to this school? Maybe not, but I could tell everyone here had

or the first time since I was three a

structure. Everyone seemed to be able to converse to themselves as if they already knew one other. Of cour

were on me. It caused me to pause and feel afraid. Sydney Acosta, I was terrifie

his face made it difficult to tell. His hair was jet black and curly around his ears, like Aladdin. His complexion was tanne

sight from him to glance at the rest of the class; they were already seated, and I noted

ling of tattoos peeking out from under his sleeve. "Hello, my name is Mr. Stiles, a

h..." Aren't all of t

h-graders, we don't generally have new kids here at HAA, and I knew every

acher last year, I'm sure he wouldn't know

ised her hand to identify herself. I felt all eyes on me as I strolled towards the desk

elled over it, requesting that everyone stand for the national anthem. I stood with the class, my gaze darting over the creative space de

Anne extended her hand to me, saying, "Hey, I'm

o, but I wasn't one to pass judgment or make assumptions. We were probably the same height, giv

ed a new pupil sin

u serio

mprove their dream profession with all opportunities. For freshman kids, it's easier to get in, but as you reach a higher grade

e had a strong attention span. She seemed to be an excellent public speaker as well. Then she bl

ancer, a

nt to perform plays rather than acting in front o

fond of her. She enjoyed explaini

ike an encyclopedia could tell you all you n

attention to them. "Excuse me, ladies, but

tiles," we

d towards our instructor, he nodded and continued to speak abo

o concentrate on what he was say

face; it's his hair," she said next to me, puttin

o a grin. "How abo

I said, slapping my palm over my lips t