Sam came bounding into the Cyberspace, super-excited. She found Kira, Ethan
and Connor hanging out, sitting on the couches.
"Hi guys!" she said coming over to them.
"Someone's happy, what's up?" Ethan asked.
"I got a solo in the dance show that's coming up!" Sam said beaming.
"Congrats! That's awesome!" Kira said hugging her friend.
"Thanks! I really can't believe they've given me a solo so soon!" Sam said
gushing.
"You must be good!" Ethan said and then turned to Connor and nudged him,
"Hey man, aren't you going to congratulate Sam?"
"Huh, what?" Connor said coming back to reality. He had been daydreaming
about soccer and being on the Olympic team and kicking that game winning
goal.
"Sam...getting a solo..." Ethan said quizzically.
"It's alright Ethan...it doesn't matter..." Sam said diminishing the event.
"No, no, that's really cool Sam. Congrats!" Connor said looking to her with a smile.
"Thanks," Sam said with a sheepish smile.
"And I'm sure it won't be your last," Hayley said coming up to the group.
Sam turned around and smile to Hayley, "Hayley! It's been so long!" Sam said with a beaming smile, "So you're the owner of this place, should've known!'
"I heard you had moved in with Tommy. I'm sorry about you parents. Though it would look like your fitting in here just fine," Hayley said.
"Am I missing something here? You two know each other?" Ethan asked.
"I used to work one and off with Sam's parents," Hayley said,
"Of course," Connor said matter-of-factly.
"Sorry guys wish I could spend more time chatting," Hayley said as a telephone rang, "I'll see you later."
"She's weird," Connor said as Hayley walked away.
"If you think being a genius is weird..." Ethan said. * *
*
Next day after school , Sam was in the dance studio, Jamiroqui's "Just Dance" song blasted on repeat on the stereo, as she was going through her routine. She'd stop and start a couple of times, trying to get it just right. Turn, step, slide, jump, clap, jette, etc.
Connor had just finished soccer practice and was walking through the empty hallways to his locker, when he heard music coming from the dance studio. His curiousity got the better of him and he switched directions. He peered through the small window on the door to see Sam dancing; he smiled and let himself in quietly. Sam continued oblivious to the fact she had an audience and finished her routine in a crouched position. Connor was impressed. He had never seen her dance before, not had he seen anyone dance like that before. He began to clap for her.
Sam looked up to see Connor there and smiled, "I didn't think anyone was watching," she said going over to the stereo and stopping the music and while there grabbing a towel.
"You're good," Connor said coming in and leaning on a ballet railing, "Do you normally dance when no one's around?"
"Yes and no," Sam said with a smirk as she came over to him, "Ms. York let me use the studio to practice my solo. Besides, I could ask you something similar. What are you doing here after school?"
"Extra credit."
"I'll believe it when I see it," Sam said with a chuckle.
"Already here a week and you're making fun of me!" Connor said laughingly, "What tipped you off?"
"The jersey, the shorts, the cleats," Same said listing them off.
"Knew I should have changed before peeking into the dance studio!" Connor said jokingly. They were both standing pretty near each other now, their body language doing all the talking for them.
"Yeah, what were you doing peeking into the dance studio? Hoping to see scantily clad women moving about?" Sam said with a soft chuckle.
"No, just hoping to see you..." Connor said. He hadn't intentionally meant it to come out like that, but there it was and part of him wasn't upset he had said it either.
Sam hadn't been prepared for that sort of response from Connor. She looked up into his face to find any hints of regret or joking, but found none. Just a sincere look in his eyes as he looked to her. Sam smiled softly, a blush dance on her cheeks as the two of them stood like this staring at each other, for a few moments until the door to the studio suddenly opened bringing them back to reality.
"Ms. Oliver, Mr. McKnight," Principal Randall's condescending voice said as the click of her heels pronounced her in the room, "Both on school property, after hours, that warrants a detention for the both of you."
"Ms. York gave me permission to use the dance studio after school," Sam said, a little meekishly.
Principal Randall didn't seem too happy to hear that, however she turned to Connor and smiled evilly, "But that doesn't extend to Mr. McKnight."
"I just finished soccer practice..." Connor began to explain.
"Which happens outside, Mr. McKnight. You are inside school property after hours without permission. Your soccer practice is over, you should have gone home. But because you disobey school rules, I'm giving you detention," Randall said.
Connor was about to protest, but it was Sam's voice that came out. "That seems hardly fair, Principal Randall. Connor was just..."
She got cut off by Randall, "Talking back to the Principal, tsk tsk Ms. Oliver. I don't care if you're related to a faculty member, I will have none of that. I will see both you and Mr. McKnight in detention tomorrow afternoon. And I would suggest that you both leave school property immediately," Randall said with an evil glare and then promptly turned on her heels and left.
"It's alright Ethan...it doesn't matter..." Sam said diminishing the event.
"No, no, that's really cool Sam. Congrats!" Connor said looking to her with a smile.
"Thanks," Sam said with a sheepish smile.
"And I'm sure it won't be your last," Hayley said coming up to the group.
Sam turned around and smile to Hayley, "Hayley! It's been so long!" Sam said with a beaming smile, "So you're the owner of this place, should've known!'
"I heard you had moved in with Tommy. I'm sorry about you parents. Though it would look like your fitting in here just fine," Hayley said.
"Am I missing something here? You two know each other?" Ethan asked.
"I used to work one and off with Sam's parents," Hayley said,
"Of course," Connor said matter-of-factly.
"Sorry guys wish I could spend more time chatting," Hayley said as a telephone rang, "I'll see you later."
"She's weird," Connor said as Hayley walked away.
"If you think being a genius is weird..." Ethan said. * *
*
Next day after school , Sam was in the dance studio, Jamiroqui's "Just Dance" song blasted on repeat on the stereo, as she was going through her routine. She'd stop and start a couple of times, trying to get it just right. Turn, step, slide, jump, clap, jette, etc.
Connor had just finished soccer practice and was walking through the empty hallways to his locker, when he heard music coming from the dance studio. His curiousity got the better of him and he switched directions. He peered through the small window on the door to see Sam dancing; he smiled and let himself in quietly. Sam continued oblivious to the fact she had an audience and finished her routine in a crouched position. Connor was impressed. He had never seen her dance before, not had he seen anyone dance like that before. He began to clap for her.
Sam looked up to see Connor there and smiled, "I didn't think anyone was watching," she said going over to the stereo and stopping the music and while there grabbing a towel.
"You're good," Connor said coming in and leaning on a ballet railing, "Do you normally dance when no one's around?"
"Yes and no," Sam said with a smirk as she came over to him, "Ms. York let me use the studio to practice my solo. Besides, I could ask you something similar. What are you doing here after school?"
"Extra credit."
"I'll believe it when I see it," Sam said with a chuckle.
"Already here a week and you're making fun of me!" Connor said laughingly, "What tipped you off?"
"The jersey, the shorts, the cleats," Same said listing them off.
"Knew I should have changed before peeking into the dance studio!" Connor said jokingly. They were both standing pretty near each other now, their body language doing all the talking for them.
"Yeah, what were you doing peeking into the dance studio? Hoping to see scantily clad women moving about?" Sam said with a soft chuckle.
"No, just hoping to see you..." Connor said. He hadn't intentionally meant it to come out like that, but there it was and part of him wasn't upset he had said it either.
Sam hadn't been prepared for that sort of response from Connor. She looked up into his face to find any hints of regret or joking, but found none. Just a sincere look in his eyes as he looked to her. Sam smiled softly, a blush dance on her cheeks as the two of them stood like this staring at each other, for a few moments until the door to the studio suddenly opened bringing them back to reality.
"Ms. Oliver, Mr. McKnight," Principal Randall's condescending voice said as the click of her heels pronounced her in the room, "Both on school property, after hours, that warrants a detention for the both of you."
"Ms. York gave me permission to use the dance studio after school," Sam said, a little meekishly.
Principal Randall didn't seem too happy to hear that, however she turned to Connor and smiled evilly, "But that doesn't extend to Mr. McKnight."
"I just finished soccer practice..." Connor began to explain.
"Which happens outside, Mr. McKnight. You are inside school property after hours without permission. Your soccer practice is over, you should have gone home. But because you disobey school rules, I'm giving you detention," Randall said.
Connor was about to protest, but it was Sam's voice that came out. "That seems hardly fair, Principal Randall. Connor was just..."
She got cut off by Randall, "Talking back to the Principal, tsk tsk Ms. Oliver. I don't care if you're related to a faculty member, I will have none of that. I will see both you and Mr. McKnight in detention tomorrow afternoon. And I would suggest that you both leave school property immediately," Randall said with an evil glare and then promptly turned on her heels and left.