Chapter two
When I woke up the next morning my throat was soar, my eyes drooping and dried tear streaks down my cheeks. I also woke to the smell of breakfast being cooked so I went down stairs and right before I entered the kitchen I heard my uncle humming a navy tune. I would've smiled had I not remembered last night, so right then and there I came up with a way to get him and the team back and make them feel just like I felt last night, betrayed. I walked in with a blank face and my uncle turned around with a smile but that changed into a frown when he saw how I looked, which must've been bad when I saw the look of worry pass over his eyes.
"You ok bud?" He asked me. "Fine." I answered in a hoarse voice. "You sure? You don't look or sound fine." He continued to question me. "I said I'm fine!" I shouted at him and glared right at him before going over to fridge and getting the tea out and making my self a glass of it, all the while ignoring his shocked eye following me.
He snapped out of his shock and said in a angry prenatal voice, "Ok, now I know something's wrong cause you never yell at me unless I did something. So what'd I do?" I smiled mentally and thought, 'Showtime.' "Oh I don't know. Say, have you looked at the calendar lately? I think you forgot something like an appointment, a meeting." I said to him in an innocent voice stressing on the word 'forgot'. I snapped my fingers, acting like I had just figured it out. "Oh wait, I know," I got up and walked over and took the calendar off the fridge, during the time muttering things like, "Silly me, how could I forget?" and threw it at him. He caught it of course and looked at all the days that were marked until her came to yesterday and saw what was on there. When I saw his eyes widened I said in a low voice only to have it escalate into a shout and all the time glaring right at him, "You forgot about my dance competition last night!"
He stood there not saying a word with a shocked look on his face. When he finally snapped out of it he looked up at me and had a butt load of guilt in is eyes but they didn't effect me. "Sarah, I'm so so sorry. I completely forgot but of course that's no exc-" "No duh Sherlock." I cut him off, not really caring if he was my uncle. "And you want to know something else?" He looked unsure if he wanted to hear it but to bad I'm sticking to my plan. "I also lost cause all the time I was worried about you and the team, I couldn't see you anywhere and because I was looking and worrying I didn't do a great job and I lost. Hope you're happy. But you know what I'm going to be a good friend and class mate and go to the final competition and support the 3 finalists next week." I stormed out of the kitchen and up to my room with an evil smirk on my face.
All day I stayed in my room working on my new routine in secret. Later that night I heard a knock on my door. "What?" I called out, guess it was my uncle, which he took as an ok to come in. He door opened and came in and sat on the edge of my bed while I sat up in it and continue to write down my routine and all the time hiding it from his sight. "Listen, I can't say I'm sorry enough to you for forgetting a really important night and making you worry and not win. And I want to know how I can make it up to you? Maybe you could show me your routine?" He asked hopefully but that hope died when I glared at him and shook my head. He let his head fall and his shoulders slump. He got up and went to the door but stopped with his hand on the door knob and looked back at me with, what shocked me, unfalling tears in his eyes. He said in a voice that broke my heart to hear, "I'm really sorry Sarah. I don't want you to be mad at me and I didn't mean to forget, I swear I didn't. But the way you're acting right now I deserve it." He smiled a sad smile at me and went out of my room closing the door behind him. I layed back on my bed and let the tears fall, I almost got up and ran out and wrap him up in a hug and forgive him right then and there. But I had to stick to the plan just maybe change it up a bit.