Ballet and Invites
I had been at Herrington High for about one month. My crew, well friends, were Casey and Stokley. I was really lucky to have friends that liked me, and they liked my outgoingness and weirdness. My weirdness could not be beaten!
In the school hallway I was walking with Casey to our English class. Then I saw a bright yellow flyer hanging on the wall. I held out my hand to tell Casey to stop so I could read what info was on the paper. It read
INTERMEARLAL BALLET AT HERRINGTON. IF INTERESTED, STAY AFTER SCHOOL ON FRIDAY.
"Hey Casey I have an idea," I told him slyly
.
"You're actually going to do ballet? Karyn, you have the grace of a swan!"
"I know that Casey, doll." I said to him, I knew he was being sarcastic.
Casey frowned and looked cross at me. I smiled knowing why he looked upset. You see Casey hated and still hates being called "doll". He told me once that it messes up what dignity he has. My poor, poor Casey.
"Wanna ditch English," I asked my friend.
"But Karyn, we'll fail. My parents will kill me!"
"Geeze Case! You are so uptight let up some."
Without saying one more word I dashed off into the classroom, sat down, and started to daydream. I really wanted to try out for that ballet team and I was determined. After hearing Mrs. Johnson try to explain why TV's are evil and how books will save our souls I ran to gym class because Stokley shared that period with me. I threw on my gym suite faster then the speed of light.
"Hey Stokes" I yelled trying to get her attention.
"Yea," she said turning around.
I caught up with her. I was panting from running to get her attention.
"Karyn," she looked at me strangely
"Hold a sec. Ok; I have got some cool news. I'm gonna try out for the school ballet team!!!"
"So is Ms. Perfect.'
"You mean Delilah," I blurted out.
"Yea, that bitch."
My arch enemy, Delilah Proffitt was going to try out for the same team I was! This was not right, it was against all humanity. Ballet was to be graceful and beautiful, not ugly and cold hearted! After school I ran home and prayed Friday would come soon. I thought maybe Stokley was joking about Queen Prep.
It was soon Friday and I was nervous. The day seemed to dread on slowly. Casey stayed away from me all day, which was I guess a good thing. The boy was a good friend, but he whined too damn much. Stokley wasn't at school, probably ditched school. Next thing I know school was out and it was ballet time.
I walked into the room looking around to see if I knew anyone. Most of the girls were freshman, I could tell because they acted like it. Then I saw a glimpse of hell staring straight at me. Delilah was there. I cringed in disgust and took a seat. The instructor, Mrs. Jones, came into the classroom and gave us an introduction.
"Has anyone in here taken ballet before," she asked. I raised my hand and she looked at me with happiness.
"How long and may I ask your name?"
"Karyn Rosado and since I was two." It was true; I had studied ballet that long. I loved to dance it made me feel beautiful. When I said that Mrs. Jones's eyes grew huge and Delilah looked at me. I smiled a big grin, knowing Delilah hadn't studied the dance that long.
.Mrs. Jones then went on about how in three weeks there would be auditions to actually make the team. Once the class was dismissed I decided to try to drive my car, which was parked in the school drive way, instead of catch the activity bus. When I got in the car and tried to get in started I found out the battery died. I cursed myself, and tried to get into the school to see if anyone could pick me up. Once I got in the school I called Casey pleading him to take me away from school.
"Hello," I heard a high little voice say.
"Hi, can I please talk to Casey?"
"Hold on a minute, ok."
"Ok."
"Hello?"
"Casey, my main man! Was up?"
"Karyn, where are you? I'm fine."
I explained to him about the car and asked him nicely if he could pick me up.
"Karyn" he huffed "I don't have a car"
"Damn it! It's ok; I'll find another way to get home."
"I can send a cab, and I'll pay. Since my house isn't as far from school as yours, stop at my house ok?"
"Ok, and thanks Case."
A cab stopped by the school in 15 minutes and I got in. (And those of you wondering yes, Casey did give me directions on how to get to his house.) I got to Casey's house; Case waited outside and paid the driver. Next thing I knew, I fell asleep on the Conner's sofa.
I had been at Herrington High for about one month. My crew, well friends, were Casey and Stokley. I was really lucky to have friends that liked me, and they liked my outgoingness and weirdness. My weirdness could not be beaten!
In the school hallway I was walking with Casey to our English class. Then I saw a bright yellow flyer hanging on the wall. I held out my hand to tell Casey to stop so I could read what info was on the paper. It read
INTERMEARLAL BALLET AT HERRINGTON. IF INTERESTED, STAY AFTER SCHOOL ON FRIDAY.
"Hey Casey I have an idea," I told him slyly
.
"You're actually going to do ballet? Karyn, you have the grace of a swan!"
"I know that Casey, doll." I said to him, I knew he was being sarcastic.
Casey frowned and looked cross at me. I smiled knowing why he looked upset. You see Casey hated and still hates being called "doll". He told me once that it messes up what dignity he has. My poor, poor Casey.
"Wanna ditch English," I asked my friend.
"But Karyn, we'll fail. My parents will kill me!"
"Geeze Case! You are so uptight let up some."
Without saying one more word I dashed off into the classroom, sat down, and started to daydream. I really wanted to try out for that ballet team and I was determined. After hearing Mrs. Johnson try to explain why TV's are evil and how books will save our souls I ran to gym class because Stokley shared that period with me. I threw on my gym suite faster then the speed of light.
"Hey Stokes" I yelled trying to get her attention.
"Yea," she said turning around.
I caught up with her. I was panting from running to get her attention.
"Karyn," she looked at me strangely
"Hold a sec. Ok; I have got some cool news. I'm gonna try out for the school ballet team!!!"
"So is Ms. Perfect.'
"You mean Delilah," I blurted out.
"Yea, that bitch."
My arch enemy, Delilah Proffitt was going to try out for the same team I was! This was not right, it was against all humanity. Ballet was to be graceful and beautiful, not ugly and cold hearted! After school I ran home and prayed Friday would come soon. I thought maybe Stokley was joking about Queen Prep.
It was soon Friday and I was nervous. The day seemed to dread on slowly. Casey stayed away from me all day, which was I guess a good thing. The boy was a good friend, but he whined too damn much. Stokley wasn't at school, probably ditched school. Next thing I know school was out and it was ballet time.
I walked into the room looking around to see if I knew anyone. Most of the girls were freshman, I could tell because they acted like it. Then I saw a glimpse of hell staring straight at me. Delilah was there. I cringed in disgust and took a seat. The instructor, Mrs. Jones, came into the classroom and gave us an introduction.
"Has anyone in here taken ballet before," she asked. I raised my hand and she looked at me with happiness.
"How long and may I ask your name?"
"Karyn Rosado and since I was two." It was true; I had studied ballet that long. I loved to dance it made me feel beautiful. When I said that Mrs. Jones's eyes grew huge and Delilah looked at me. I smiled a big grin, knowing Delilah hadn't studied the dance that long.
.Mrs. Jones then went on about how in three weeks there would be auditions to actually make the team. Once the class was dismissed I decided to try to drive my car, which was parked in the school drive way, instead of catch the activity bus. When I got in the car and tried to get in started I found out the battery died. I cursed myself, and tried to get into the school to see if anyone could pick me up. Once I got in the school I called Casey pleading him to take me away from school.
"Hello," I heard a high little voice say.
"Hi, can I please talk to Casey?"
"Hold on a minute, ok."
"Ok."
"Hello?"
"Casey, my main man! Was up?"
"Karyn, where are you? I'm fine."
I explained to him about the car and asked him nicely if he could pick me up.
"Karyn" he huffed "I don't have a car"
"Damn it! It's ok; I'll find another way to get home."
"I can send a cab, and I'll pay. Since my house isn't as far from school as yours, stop at my house ok?"
"Ok, and thanks Case."
A cab stopped by the school in 15 minutes and I got in. (And those of you wondering yes, Casey did give me directions on how to get to his house.) I got to Casey's house; Case waited outside and paid the driver. Next thing I knew, I fell asleep on the Conner's sofa.
