i can't take one more step , (open)

[victoria hope jean]

Hope closed her eyes tightly, laying back in her bed. She could feel herself back at home, with her mother, her father, her younger sister. Oh, how she missed her old life, back when she was always happy and when she had no care in the world. If she could just learn to forget, she knew that she could still be that way. But no, she had to go and attempt suicide, landing her in a place for crazy teenagers. A place that wasn't even helping her, all it was doing was keeping her from the things that she missed the most. She let out a sigh and opened her eyes, looking up at the white ceiling. She was hoping that her level would be down to a one by her senior year, so she could leave. If she just stayed out of the way of everything, act like she had been acting.. all nice and happy, then maybe she could leave. It was worth a shot.

She picked herself up from her bed and pulled some clothes out. She needed a reason to get out of her room, she needed to dance. She was co-captain for the dance team, after all. She couldn't just be lazy, she needed to stay at the top of her game. She quickly changed out of her school attire and into something easy enough to dance in. She ran a hand through her curly hair, before grabbing her bag and walking out of her dorm. The hallway was pretty quiet, the girls of the school probably tired from school. It had been a pretty brutal day for everyone that were there for classes. It seemed that every teacher had it out for them that day.

She pushed open the door and went outside, the warmer air hitting her face. She was so glad that it was warming up and the snow was leaving the surface of the small city. She let her bare feet walk across the cool grass, intent on going to the fitness center. If anyone saw the small girl, they'd probably think she was just another anorexic working off the fat she thought she'd put on. No, she was going to dance. Her anorexia had been getting slightly better, but she wasn't able to take more than just a small cup of jello. She pushed the door open to the fitness center and pushed around some of the things. so she had enough room to move around.

Hope looked at herself in the ceiling-to-floor mirrors and smiled slightly. She set up her iPod to the song she needed to dance to, before placing it in her iPod doc and pressing play. Immediately, she let herself get into the dance. Her expression, her movement, it all expressed feeling. That was something she had always been able to do when she was dancing, she was able to let the people feel the emotion coming from the song. She always tried her best to do that. The dance that she was currently performing showed off alot of her skills in gymnastics and jumping. She never missed one jump, one turn in this particular dance, having practiced it so many times before she moved here. It was her favorite dance, just because of all the tricks she had to do in the one song.

When she finished the dance, she walked over to her bag, grabbing the water and taking a sip of it. Her eyes scanned the room she was in, before taking a long sip of the liquid in her hand. She then bit her bottom lip and looked down at the ground, thinking back on the dance she just did with a smile.

STATUS done
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WORD COUNT 629
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NOTES this is the dance.
CREDIT IRONICALLIZE_IT @ CAUTION 2.0

[luis csoacrn alfredo]

After playing some guitar, Luis straightened out his blazer, looking in the mirror as he did so. It wasn't even a school day, he just liked people to know that he was definitely a man of rich confine. For one thing, the way he spoke. So eloquently. Another thing was the way he spoke about his students. Full names only. After all, that was how they were named. Thirdly, the handshake. Nobody ever met with a handshake anymore. It was sadly a forgotten tradition. He expected tradition from most men, not Isaac though. For one he loved him, he didn't have to greet with a handshake if he could greet with a kiss and second of all the issue of distance was stronger now that he was preparing to leave Hawthorne. Thinking about it still gave him the shivers. That was one of the reasons he definitely wouldn't get into writing. A lot of personal things were put into novels. When he taught a class he made sure his audience knew how he was feeling, but he didn't reveal his life story.

That was probably why he'd invited himself out to view the fitness center. Market research. Seeing how the other half lived. It'd be amusing to see the finished result of his research and how unlike him it would go on to become. He was tired of telling people what to do though, it gave him a headache. It'd be nice if he wasn't twisted and pulled to create a page-after-page masterpiece to obey the rules of the student reports. That was more than he dared think about though while trying to stay relaxed and unstressed. It was wrong to assume too early anyway, he just couldn't get it out of his head that he'd put himself across as a 'love em and leave em' type of guy when it came to his students. He was on her guard there.

He walked across the grass that led to the fitness center, smiling optimistically as a small hopping rabbit was spotted hiding under the bushes. It reminded him of the scene in Alice in Wonderland before she wakes up, believing she is following this white rabbit. Rabbits were full of wisdom. More so than people realized. And why wouldn't they be, they had to survive slaughter for centuries. What a pleasant thought. He took a look around, wondering why he'd never thought to look at somewhere like this on campus. He comfortably read quickly from the students' faces that they wanted him ready to go so he withdrew to the dance room hoping to light up a cigarette, his guitar still hanging from his chest by it's guitar strap. He wasn't startled to find another student in there, just guilty at the fact he had to try to remember her name. "Victoria Jean, yes? Don't mind me I'm just viewing the rooms." he delivered his words matter of factly but not harshly. He had no feelings for this girl whatsoever, no dislike nor like, so hos tone with him was not so bad. "Do you often come here?" he asked half-heartedly as she started drinking.