My Little Ballerina
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Freddie's POV
It was a ridiculously average day.
I was at Carly's apartment on homework with her. Sam was off somewhere else, probably buying ham or something.
"Okay," Carly said, biting her pencil, "I think the square root of x is 22.3." I looked down at my paper to see if our answers matched. "Hm. I got-"
Knock, knock, knock!
My mom barged through the door without bothering to wait for someone to open it.
"Fredward," she said, walking in without a hello, "can you go pick Abigail up from dance class? I can't make it. . . It's just a few blocks away, just walk her back here."
"Okay, mom!"
She smiled, and as abruptly as she had come in, she left.
"Abigail?" Carly questioned, her eyebrows raised.
"My aunt and uncle went on a cruise, and they asked my mom to take care of their daughter until they get back. They live in an apartment not far from here. You wanna come with me to go get her?"
"No thanks, I need to finish that English essay."
I grabbed my book bag, said, "Bye!" to Carly, and took the elevator down to the lobby. Lewbert screamed at me. "NO SHENANIGANS IN THE LOBBY!" This man needed help. I quickly walked out of the lobby and onto the busy city streets. Abigail's dancing studio was a few blocks down the road-not that far of a walk. I was there within three minutes.
The front of the school was simple-a pair of doors and a sign that read, "Academy of Dance". Inside there was a small waiting room for parents, and two glass doors that led to the room that they danced in, whatever it was called. There were no parents in the front room, so I assumed they were all watching their children. I quietly stepped in.
A song was starting, and all the little girls were sitting around against the walls of the room. There was an older girl in the center of the room, obviously about to start dancing.
The lights go out and I can't be saved
Tides that I tried to swim against
She started dancing. I couldn't see her face, but her hair was in a loose bun tied with a pink ribbon on the back of her head.
Have brought me down upon my knees
Oh I beg, I beg and plead singing
She turned around in the dance, and I saw her face. Oh my God.
Come out of things unsaid
Shoot an apple off my head
It was Sam. Dancing in a darkened dance studio being watched by students and parents. And me. It couldn't be Sam! This was impossible!
And a trouble that can't be named
A tiger's waiting to be tamed singing
Then she saw me. Her eyes widened in shock, but she kept dancing, so she wouldn't make a scene.
You are
You are
It was mesmerizing. She was good. It was a beautiful ballet dance. Sam made sure she never made eye contact with me.
Confusion never stops
Closing walls and ticking clocks
She arabesqued, her leg went ridiculously high. She had those old-fashioned ballet slippers that tied up with ribbons.
Gonna come back and take you home
I could not stop that you now know singing
She did some sort of leap thing. I hadn't even checked on Abigail yet! Where was she? My eyes scanned the room, looking for my little cousin.
Come out upon my seas
Cursed missed opportunities
I spotted Abbie in a corner, watching Sam. I wondered if she knew Sam, but had never seen her on her visits to my house. Hmm...
Am I a part of the cure?
Or am I part of the disease? Singing
This had to be Sam, if she wasn't here she would be at Carly's house.
You are
You are
You are
You are
You are
You are
She lifted herself onto one foot, and started turning on her pointed toe. What was that called? A pirouette or something.
And nothing else compares
And nothing else compares
And nothing else compares
She did that throughout the one verse of the song. Wow. I wondered if this could be Melanie.
You are
You are
No, Melanie was off at boarding school. . . Don't think, I told myself, Just watch
Home, home where I wanted to go
Home, home where I wanted to go
Home, home where I wanted to go
Home, home where I wanted to go
Sam finished the dance, and looked at me. Her eyes were sad. The class clapped, and the teacher dismissed them. I grabbed Abigail's hand. Sam was taking off her ballet shoes and putting on a pair of converse, and walked into the changing room. I turned to my cousin.
"Abbie," I said, "Who's that girl who was just dancing?"
Abbie scoffed. "That's Samantha. She gets to be Alice in the recital. Did I tell you we're doing Alice in Wonderland?"
"Yeah. . ." I said to Abigail, but really I was looking for Sam. She came out of the dressing room, dressed in Sam-like clothes, but her hair was still up in a pink ribbon. It looked strange.
She saw me and gave me a look of loathing. I walked up to her, Abbie still in tow.
"Samantha!" My cousin said before I could say anything. Sam picked her up. "Hey Abigail! Who's this?" She glared at me.
"That's my cousin Freddie, but his real name is Fredward. I think he thinks you're pretty."
I decided to pretend I didn't know her. "Hi Samantha, I'm Freddie."
She raised he eyebrows. "Hi Freddie. I'm Samantha. You have a very sweet cousin." She put Abbie down and reached up to pull the ribbon out of her hair. She picked a few bobby pins out.
"I guess I'll see you around, then." I said. She smiled hesitantly. "I guess so." She pulled the band out of her hair and her locks fell down her shoulders. That looked more like Sam. She turned around to go talk to the teacher, and Abigail and I left.
Sam's POV
Shit, shit, shit! That's all I could think. Freddie freaking shows up at my school, watches me dance, and then pretends he doesn't know me. Oh my god, now everyone would know! I walked up to my teacher, Ms. Teri.
"You needed to see me, ma'am?"
"Yes. Samantha, you still haven't paid for your costume. You owe me eighty-five dollars!"
"Yes ma'am. I'll try to find the money by next lesson." I lowered my head, humbling myself.
"Good. You are dismissed until your lesson, but don't forget you're helping on Tuesdays instead of Fridays now. Today is the last Friday day."
I smiled at Ms. Teri and walked out of the Studio. I went down to Groovy Smoothie and ordered myself a Strawberry Splat.
"You wanna buy a muffin?" T-Bo asked me.
"No thanks, I just want this-"
"Please, buy the muffin!"
"No thank you!"
I scolded myself. I was still in Samantha mode. I needed to be in Sam mode.
"Please! Muffins are good!" T-Bo asked again.
"Dude, I don't want a muffin! Shut up before I-"
T-Bo looked sad. "Fine." I paid and left.
I slurped my smoothie as I walked across the street to Carly's apartment building.
"NO EATING IN THE LOBBY!" Lewbert screamed as I came inside.
"SHUT UP!" I screamed back. Back in Sam mode.
I took the elevator up, walked down the hall, and walked into Carly's apartment without bothering to knock. "Carls?"
Carly came out of the bathroom in a blue robe and her hair in a towel. "Just getting ready for the show. Just wait a few minutes, we have ham in the fridge.''
I turned on the TV and went to the fridge. I cut off a big chunk of ham to gnaw on, and plopped onto the couch. I flipped through the channels until I found Girly Cow.
Then Freddie walked in. Shit.
"Sam, what the heck?"
"I don't want to talk about it." I crossed my arms.
"Well I do. I come to pick up my cousin from dance class, and I find you there playing ballerina and being called 'Samantha'! Why?"
"Why? I'm a helper for her class and they asked me to do my Alice dance."
"I meant why as in why haven't you told anyone?"
I glared at him. "Dork."
"Dork is not an answer, Sam! Do you want me to tell Carly?"
I held my tongue to keep myself from using some particularly nasty words out loud. "No, I do not. Fine, you have blackmail power. What do you want?"
"Nothing."
I raised an eyebrow.
He shrugged. "Do what you love to do."
Our conversation ended when Carly walked out, hair dried, fully dressed, and makeup done.
"Ready?" she asked us.
"Sure." I said, and walked upstairs. Freddie followed us. This was ridiculously agonizing. Freddie set up some stuff, and put on music like he usually did in the fifteen minutes before we started. Me and Carly started to go over what we'd do.
The music came on.
It was Clocks, by Coldplay. My Alice song. Of course. I looked over to him, and he smiled maliciously. I guess that's what I get for no blackmail.
I loved this song. It wasn't Sam's type, Sam would hate it, but Samantha definitely loved it. I went over my dance in my head, but barely moved a toe.
The song ended. A few others came on, mostly songs I had never heard.
It was time to start the show.
"Okay," said Freddie, "In five, four, three, two..."
Okay, I'm sorry if it sucked! It took me two days to write, thank you very much! I usually spend more time then that! I'm not expecting to go over ten chapters on this. And if you have any ideas, constuctive criticism, or anything else, please inform me! AND if anyone wants to volunteer to be a beta, please do!
-Lyra