I woke up Monday morning. I was still pretty beat from yesterday. Not only were the dances getting more and more difficult, but on top of it all my hair was starting to fall out. Not big chunks or anything but when I ran my brush through my dark curls more and more hair was sticking to the brush. I put the brush away in attempt to forget about my situation.
I sat down on my bed with my head in my hands. God, what was I even doing here? Young Talent Dance Academe only accepted the very best dancers from all around the country. Everybody had their own unique style, everybody had impeccable technique and everybody could become one with the music. And me? I was the girl that didn't want to stick out; I stayed in the back of all my classes trying not draw attention to myself. I got that at home. Not because of my talent, not because of my out-going personality but because of my illness.
I was diagnosed with leukemia 6 months ago. It all started out with me feeling extremely tired all the time. In the beginning I thought it was just a nasty stomach virus, but when I after two months didn't felt better I was checked.
My mom took it the hardest. For four weeks I wasn't allowed to go out the house. She constantly talked about how it was only 1 out of 4 that would die and how I would definitely not be the one to leave this world. She talked about medicine, chemo and cancer 24 hours of the day. So when my acceptance letter came I was thrilled. It was my chance to get my life back, doing what I loved and being round people who loved dancing as much as I did.
The fight had been huge. She didn't want me to leave and kept talking about how I was too weak to dance on a professional level. It took me two weeks of convincing before she finally let me leave for the semester.
I'm so happy here. Most days I don't even notice that I'm sick, but then there are the week days. On these days I can barely get out of bed let alone dance. I feel nauscious, week and on these days I'm afraid that it will be my last. On week days all I do is pray for another day of life, and luckily up till now, god has always given me another day to live.
I try to keep the illness on a distance in my everyday life. That's also why I've only told one person about it. My best friend, Sharpay Evans. Sharpay is one of those persons who does everything perfectly. Her technique is flawless and her stage present is something you thought you would only see among dancers that has danced all their life.
Just as I had put my sneakers on for a relaxing class of hip hop there was a knock on my door.
"knock, knock" Sharpay said and entered. "Hey, ready for class?"."Yeah, I'm kinda super excited by the ballroom class though"."Oh, why?" I asked confused.
Ballroom is probably the hardest class because our teacher was a total perfectionist and let's just say that there always tends to be intrigues when it comes to couple chemistry and technique.
"umm because Troy Bolton is transferring here! Hello have you been sleeping under a rock the past week or something, because he's been the topic of everybody's lips including mine!" she said, probably a little offended that I hasn't been listening to her going on and on about that Bolton guy.
"Isn't he the heiress of some big hotel-chain or something?" Like I gave a shit about the player. He's been on the cover of some magazines flashing his newest found occasionally. It was like just because he was rich he was the most brilliant thing since leotards! Ugh… I already hated that guy with a passion.
"Yeah he is! Oh come on Gabriella you have to admit he's hot!" Sharpay starred at me starstruck. God! That girl has to get a hobby, besides boys!
I looked at my D&G watch, my dearest property, and realized that hip hop started in 3 minutes!
"Come on, crazy-fan-girl! We have to run to make it". "Ugh!" she exclaimed as we jocked towards our first class.
