Cry. Feel pain. Hurt inside, I thought. I thought of all the times Julian told me he loved me and how it all means nothing now. I thought of him with another girl, laughing and having fun. He finally left me to drown in my emotions. I wondered, Am I doing the right thing? Should I forgive him? Will I be able to see him with another girl, especially the one causing all this pain? What should I do?

                My thoughts was interrupted by a buzzing sound. Or was it? 

                "Katrina!" someone roared at me. It wasn't a buzzing sound, it was my stern dance teacher, Amy.

                I looked at her with a confused expression. Obviously I wasn't paying attention during the dance practice.

                "Are you listening?" she demanded.

                "What? I'm sorry, Amy, I -"

                 She cuts me off with, "Kat, the competition is in two weeks! You have to get your head in the game, this is important! Or do you want to get kicked out of the group?"

                 I pretended to be afraid, 'cause I know there was no way she's going to kick me out because I'm one of the best dancers here.

                 "No, no!" I gave her a fake apologetic expression. "I'm sorry, I promise I'll pay attention."

                 She gave me a baleful glare. "From the top!" she shrieked.

                 I fought back an eye roll as I grumpily walked to my position. The others did the same too. The dance routine started from the ground, so I crouched. Amy's assistant, pushed the button "Play" from the giant boombox. "No Diggity" started to play, and all of us started dancing to the music. I did well, but I didn't feel great. This wasn't usual, because I have so much passion for dancing and I'd usually put on my best smile when I danced. I dance to express myself, whether it's happy, sad or angry. However, this time round it isn't working.

                Now, it was my solo. The rest disappeared behind me, and I was dancing alone. The dance studio was dimly lit, and I couldn't see myself in the mirror in front of me that clearly. But, I don't need a mirror to see myself. I know I wasn't looking great today. Finally, I ended the dance with a bow. The rest clapped, and I flashed a weak smile.

                I dragged my legs to the corner, where I had left my bag and other stuff. I fished out my bottle, and drank water from it. At the corner of my eye, I saw my fellow dance mate, also my very best girlfriend, Kiara. 

                Kiara is Brazilian, and she had a tan figure. She also had long, silky blonde hair and beautiful blue eyes. She is a cheerleader captain in school. She has a high reputation in school too, and that caused boys to fall over heels for her, and girls wanting so much to be like her. However, she isn't like those bitchy and snobby cheerleader captain like how people see in the movies. She is nice, funny and ain't cocky at all.

                "Are you okay, Kat?" she asked sweetly. "What happened? You're like a zombie."

                She must've been commenting on the dark circles under my eyes. I'd stayed up all night crying.

                "Yeah, I'm okay." I lied.

                "I don't think so."

                "I am, really. Don't worry about me."

                "Wanna tell me what happened?"

                My eyes bored into hers. Why am I keeping secrets from her? She's my best friend. Oh right. Because then she'll give me the I-told-you-so face.

                I sighed. "Alright. But, lets go somewhere else."

                We picked our bags from the floor and walked towards the door. Before we could do so, Amy stopped me.

                "We have to talk." she said.

                "I can't. I have to go." What I really want to say is, I'm not in the mood to talk to you.

                "It will only take awhile. Kiara, leave us for a minute."she said, directly looking at Kiara.

                "Okay, I'll meet you outside, Kat." Then, she left.

                Great. Now it's just me and Amy.

                "Are you okay, Kat? You used to be so good and involved in the class. What happened?" Amy asked.

                "I'm fine." I insisted.

                "Really? Then why are you always daydreaming and messing up the steps?"

                "It's just some.........family problems."

                She looked at me as though as she didn't believe me.

                "You know I can talk to your sister about it."

                "No, it's fine. It's personal. You don't have to worry about it." I reassured her.

                "The competitions in two weeks and -"

                I interrupted her. "I get it. I promise I'll practice harder."

                She sighed. "Alright then. How's your leg? Are you able to make it in two weeks?"

                I glance down at my knee. A bandage was wrapped around it due to the accident last night. It didn't hurt so much now, though.

                "Probably. I'm a quick healer." I told her.

                "Okay then. Take care, Kat."

                "Bye." I waved.

                 I wrenched the studio door open and made it outside to where Kiara's waiting. When she saw me, her head perked up and walked over to me.

                 "What's that all about?" she asked.

                 "Amy's just asking about my leg. Let's go, I'm starving." I said as I pulled her.

                 As we walked, I made a mini-practice in my head on how to relate the story to her.

                 It's difficult to do that with an empty stomach.

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