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Alisha stood with the wind blowing around her. She had spent two nights at Amanda's house, and now she stood outside Madame Ophelia's. Alisha had refused to let Amanda come, because she refused to cry any more than she already had. It was seven in the morning, and Ophelia was driving Alisha and two other girls to the airport to meet the other students.
Alisha sat in the passangers seat, and the whole time, stared out the window while she heard the distant chatter of the other women. II can't believe it, I'm actually doing it, I'm getting away from this.../IShe couldn't wait.
A little while later, the sedan pulled into the airport. Inside the glass doors, Alisha could see a huge group of people and flight check scheduals. She leaned over and kissed Ophelia's cheek. "I'll go alone."
Ophelia stared at her best student. "Are you sure?"
"The eight thirty to NYC, right?"
Ophelia pursed her lips and then reached over to brush stray hairs behind Alisha's ears. She nodded and then looked down, and gathered Alisha close. "You will be prima ballerina, just watch." She whispered.
Alisha refused to cry, so she smiled and opened the car door. She went around to the trunk, got out her two suit cases, she had repacked at Amanda's, and made her way into the airport.
Fourty five minutes later, Alisha was on the plane along with a rather large group of ballerinas. She sat in a window seat, next to young, pretty girl named Mony.
Mony came from England. She was a beautiful girl, with light brown skin, she was half white half black, with deep chocolate coloured eyes and a delicately boned, lean body.
They didn't talk much, because Alisha was too over taken my emotion.
"Aren't you glad to get out of here?" Mony said with a brilliant smile, gesturing with her hands.
Alisha nodded. Glad was an understatement.
Her future was so bleak, so uncertain, but at the same time, she knew it had to be bright. Ophelia didn't toss around compliments like that.
When they reached New York, Alisha borrowed Mony's cell phone and called Amanda for two minutes to tell her she had made it.
"I can't believe it. It looks like Chicago, only... larger, more... I don't know it's just more!" Alisha breathed into the phone.
Amanda gave a little cry. "I am going to miss you so much, Lish."
Alisha felt the itchy tears that sprang to her eyes. "I'll miss you, too, honey. I'll call you once I get to the Theatre."
"Okay. Be careful, and God, good luck. I love you!"
"I love you, too. Maybe I'll see you soon? Bye."
She hung up the cell phone and handed it over to Mony. "I'm sorry if that costs an arm and a leg, I'll pay for it when you..."
Mony raised her slender hand. "No, don't worry about it." She wrapped an arm around Alisha's shoulder. "Since I don't know you and you don't know me, consider me your new best friend." Mony grinned and Alisha noted that she had a slight British accent that Alisha hadn't caught before.
Alisha was a little hesitant... She had never given her trust easily, ever actually... and this new experience was a breaking point. Her mother could hurt her, scream at her, tug at the strings of her heart, but she wouldn't ruin the best experience of her life.
Smiling back at Mony, Alisha wrapped her arm around Mony's waist. "I can do that." They made their ways to the separate vans that would take then to the Theatre.
Alisha stood with the wind blowing around her. She had spent two nights at Amanda's house, and now she stood outside Madame Ophelia's. Alisha had refused to let Amanda come, because she refused to cry any more than she already had. It was seven in the morning, and Ophelia was driving Alisha and two other girls to the airport to meet the other students.
Alisha sat in the passangers seat, and the whole time, stared out the window while she heard the distant chatter of the other women. II can't believe it, I'm actually doing it, I'm getting away from this.../IShe couldn't wait.
A little while later, the sedan pulled into the airport. Inside the glass doors, Alisha could see a huge group of people and flight check scheduals. She leaned over and kissed Ophelia's cheek. "I'll go alone."
Ophelia stared at her best student. "Are you sure?"
"The eight thirty to NYC, right?"
Ophelia pursed her lips and then reached over to brush stray hairs behind Alisha's ears. She nodded and then looked down, and gathered Alisha close. "You will be prima ballerina, just watch." She whispered.
Alisha refused to cry, so she smiled and opened the car door. She went around to the trunk, got out her two suit cases, she had repacked at Amanda's, and made her way into the airport.
Fourty five minutes later, Alisha was on the plane along with a rather large group of ballerinas. She sat in a window seat, next to young, pretty girl named Mony.
Mony came from England. She was a beautiful girl, with light brown skin, she was half white half black, with deep chocolate coloured eyes and a delicately boned, lean body.
They didn't talk much, because Alisha was too over taken my emotion.
"Aren't you glad to get out of here?" Mony said with a brilliant smile, gesturing with her hands.
Alisha nodded. Glad was an understatement.
Her future was so bleak, so uncertain, but at the same time, she knew it had to be bright. Ophelia didn't toss around compliments like that.
When they reached New York, Alisha borrowed Mony's cell phone and called Amanda for two minutes to tell her she had made it.
"I can't believe it. It looks like Chicago, only... larger, more... I don't know it's just more!" Alisha breathed into the phone.
Amanda gave a little cry. "I am going to miss you so much, Lish."
Alisha felt the itchy tears that sprang to her eyes. "I'll miss you, too, honey. I'll call you once I get to the Theatre."
"Okay. Be careful, and God, good luck. I love you!"
"I love you, too. Maybe I'll see you soon? Bye."
She hung up the cell phone and handed it over to Mony. "I'm sorry if that costs an arm and a leg, I'll pay for it when you..."
Mony raised her slender hand. "No, don't worry about it." She wrapped an arm around Alisha's shoulder. "Since I don't know you and you don't know me, consider me your new best friend." Mony grinned and Alisha noted that she had a slight British accent that Alisha hadn't caught before.
Alisha was a little hesitant... She had never given her trust easily, ever actually... and this new experience was a breaking point. Her mother could hurt her, scream at her, tug at the strings of her heart, but she wouldn't ruin the best experience of her life.
Smiling back at Mony, Alisha wrapped her arm around Mony's waist. "I can do that." They made their ways to the separate vans that would take then to the Theatre.