Author's Note: This is based on some of my own experiences. I hope this helps you readers relate to it a little better.
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Chapter Two:
Decision
The next few months were torture. Every time I saw him I felt the same sensation course through my body, and I had no idea what it meant. I wanted to talk to him, get to know him, but this feeling scared me.
I was scared even more because I could tell he felt the same way. It was then that I made a snap decision that I may or may not regret for the rest of my life.
I decided that I was going to ignore those feelings and do my best to make him see that I wasn't this amazing person he thought I was. I had to show him that I wasn't good enough or worthy of his affection. Of course, I would tell everyone it was because I didn't feel the same way, but that is not the case.
He only saw what I was like at school. And to him, that was a polite, quiet girl. But that was not me; that was only me around him.
The truth is that I have a lot of issues at home; most of those issues revolve around the fact that I am a big mouthed, know it all. I was having a lot of troubles at home and dance because of it.
My issues at home mostly revolved around my issues at dance and my mother's involvement with it. She was best friends with my dance instructor and the studio owner. I always knew that there was something odd about their relationship, but I never said anything about it because I enjoyed the perks so much. The attention was the best; that is until the incident happened…
It happened in dance class one day. We were rehearsing the moves we had learned the week before when my friend and I got in an argument over one of the steps. I knew that I was right so I continued the argument. When my dance instructor heard us arguing she asked us about it; my mother was in the room. We told her what we both thought the step was. Me being me, automatically assumed that she would side with me, but out of nowhere she was yelling at me. Telling me that my friend was right and that fighting with my friend was childish behavior. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. And the worst part about it was that my mom just sat there giving me dirty looks. I couldn't fathom in my mind what I could have done to possibly deserve this. I knew though, that my long-lasted, good standing at this studio, was coming to an abrupt end.
When that happened, I encased myself in a shell. I was still my outgoing, audacious self, that was something I couldn't change, but it was no long perky. I did it to hide the hurt I felt every time I looked into my mother's eyes, no longer using it to enjoy life and have fun.
That is why I had to ignore Edward. I couldn't let him in. I could see that it would never work. If I let him know all of my secrets, and he rejected me, I would never be able to right myself.
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