"I may be 15 minutes late." said my mother as she past the baseball feild in our hunkered down jeep.
"Again?! You're kidding me!"
She frowned and her voice grew louder, "I have to do something, alright? This is all for you you know!"
There she went again. "Alright, alright!!"
But that didn't help. She was in a pretty bad mood.
"Ugg." I slouched in my seat and tried to think of what I was going to talk about with Carli.
When we got there it was already dark and my ass was in the process of being frozen off. "Be downstairs when I pick you up." I looked away from her and rolled my eyes.
"Alright mom, see ya then."
When I finally got to the top of the stairs of my dance company, I slouched down against mine and Carli's weekly spot. I knew I was half an hour early, but I really didn't care. At least I wasn't late.
My thighs hurt from playing soul calaber with a ddr mat on Friday, so I knew that dance was gunna be hell. I probebly should have stretched before doing anything, but ignored the fact and simply started reading my book. It was the hardest book to actually keep up with, besides Monster by Frank Peretti, so after around 2 minutes, I put it down and went in to see the younger girls dance.
I walked up to the teachers and one of the teachers, not mine, raised an eye brow. "Do you have a leotard on?"
"No- but only because I was really cold, and especially because of my dysautonomia...."
"No leotard, no dance." she shrugged and continued to put on her sneakers.
"W-what? You mean I can't dance at all today?!"
"That's the rules." I stared at her, slack jawed and everything. "But I'm not your teacher. If you were in my class I wouldn't let you dance at all. But I'm the strict, mean teacher."
She's a bitch and she knows it. That's just wonderful.
I looked at my teacher and she sighed. She said that since most of my classmates don't even wear leotards and since I usually wear mine anyhow, that I'd be fine.
I walked into the hallway just in time to find Carli running up the stairs and I swear she had been crying. She dragged me into the stairwell and started ranting, like I had done to her so many times before. I comforted her, made her laugh a few times, until we had to go into the dance room and start class.
Nothing much happend after that. One of our family friends picked me up instead of my mom and we ate out at Ruby Tuesdays so that she could talk to my mom while I talked to her daughter.
I went back to their house with the daughter after we ate so that my mom and her mom could talk more.
My mom and I got home and I headed for the basement, as usual. As I ran into my room, I stopped in my tracks at the sight of my homecoming dress. It's borrowed from my friend, and extreamly really pretty....
No one was online and there was nothing else to do, so I slipped into it and took a look into the mirror. Of course my stomich was sucked in, but it wasnt that bad on me. It had a purple aligator pattern running all over it and the skirt came to about my knees. I went up stairs and walked up to my mom, "Whatcha think?" I said with a smile on my face.
She looked at me, "You're sucking in your stomich. Don't, then let me see it." I frowned as I let it go. "Not that bad...."
"But it looks good while I am sucking it in...."
"You won't be able to all night."
I smiled, "I can try!"
"No. You can't do it all night. It's impossible."
My smile was lost and I turned around to dissapear into my room once agian while thinking, 'Thanks for letting me try mom.'