Okay guys, seriously, I'm battling writers block at the moment, and I need some ideas! PLEASE, I'm not above pouting like Maureen and begging (I'm pretty good at it too!) So this chapter is just to tide you over until someone sends me ideas, or I feel inspired.
Line Two weeks later
Latasha sat cross-legged on the couch eating a bowl of Ramen noodles. Joanne was with Maureen at one of her doctors appointments. Latasha flipped through the channels, searching for something to watch. Eventually she settled on inserting a Disney movie into the VCR and watching that. Pocahontas played across the screen and Latasha couldn't help but sing along with her favorite songs.
"Not watching Pocahontas again, are you?" Collins chuckled, entering the apartment.
"And what if I am?" Collins shrugged. "What are you doing here anyways? Last I recalled Momma was pissed at you for teaching me anarchist ideas, for which I expressed in my history class and got a detention."
"Well, it just so happens, your momma asked me to stop by a check on you. You doing okay kiddo?"
"I'm perfectly fine, why? Did Mommy's cancer come back?" Latasha's voice grew panicked.
"I know as much as you, Joanne wouldn't say. I'm sure Maureen's fine though. She's a fighter. Do you wanna go get some dinner? It's getting close to eating time."
"Really? Since when is there an eating time for guys?"
"You listen to your mommy too much." He place his arm around her shoulders and led her to a small Italian café.
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Latasha laced her Pointe shoes up around her ankles, making sure they were tight and secure. She hadn't danced in them since the recital in early June, and already could tell that her feet were way out of shape. She pulled her hair into a bun, and then put on her leg warmers. It felt so nice to be back in dance class again.
Maureen had another doctor's appointment, so Mark had accompanied her to practice since Joanne didn't feel comfortable with Latasha going on the subway alone after 5pm.
She stretched and watched Mark's pained expression through the window as she sat in right splits, working on her flexibility. She smiled at him, and he returned her smile with a small grimace, causing her and Steph to laugh.
"Hey Latasha, who is that?" Steph asked, also hitting a right split.
"That's my uncle Mark...just be happy I got him to leave his camera at home."
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I told you it would be short! I'M OUT OF IDEAS!!!!!! UNTIL I GET SOME, I WON'T BE ABLE TO UPDATE!!! PLEASE, IF YOU HAVE AN IDEA, SEND IT MY WAY!!!