Dancing Love by Jameerah Eachna Chopra (best thriller novels of all time .TXT) 📕

hopped onto my bike and raced down the street. ‘Hurry up, hurry up!’ I urged myself as I screeched into the parking lot of the dance building, and dropped my bike on the ground, I raced inside and saw everyone chatting and stretching, Phew! So I didn’t miss anything! I looked around and spotted Sandra and Maria, I walked up to them, pretending I hadn’t just run through the city like a wild bear was chasing me, and started stretching silently.
“Oh, hi Guadalupe,” greeted Maria as she turned to notice me, “when did you get here?”
“Just now,” I replied trying to hide my heavy breathing.
“Wow, you just made, were going to start any minute now.” commented Sandra.
“Alright, everyone stand up and get in you places for our first dance.”
After our Cuban dance practice ended at eight, Sandra, and I rode home together on our bikes. Maria wasn’t there because she had to go ‘somewhere’. So Sandra and I had the whole apartment to ourselves for the night. We both studied and tested each other on our Biology and we helped each other on our Government and Math homework, which are the two hardest classes. After Sandra left at eleven thirty I finished my Spanish homework and started my English project. Then I reviewed some of our dance routine and then went to bed.
I woke up the next morning, it was Friday, ‘Thank goodness!’ I thought, ‘I can’t wait for the weekend, Sandra and I will probably go shopping and do some studying, and that’ll be fun!’. I rolled over in bed so that I could look out the open door to see the only clock that we had. “Oh, it’s only six fifty.” I mumbled still half asleep and rolling over in my bed so I could go back to sleep. “It’s six fifty!” I yelled as I jolted awake. “I’m gonna be late for school!” I jumped out of bed as fast as I possibly could. I ran to get my uniform consisting of a plaid shirt and collar with a vest and a plaid skirt for girls. My skirt was on the hook that I kept my uniforms on, but I couldn’t find my vest or shirt. I looked under the bed, in my bed, in the little wardrobe that we called a closet, but couldn’t find it, I raced into the living room and looked between the cushions of the couch, and under the table, and finally found my shirt and vest under the couch both with a big jelly stain smack in the middle. “I can’t go to school with these!” I yelled in an exasperated tone. I ran to find my spare uniform I kept in my closet for emergencies. “Phew! Thank goodness that’s not missing too!” I sighed. Now usually I have a good sized breakfast of toast and some eggs in the morning, but since school was starting in less than five minutes I skipped breakfast altogether. I shoved on my socks on even though they were still inside out, and only half put my shoes on, before I raced faster than lightning out of the apartment and to where my bike was kept. Except, my bike wasn’t there! I looked around desperately for my bike, but I didn’t have time to execute a complete search so I ran to school. I must have looked a sight; a girl in a uniform running down the streets, with her hair uncombed (I had forgotten to comb it in my hurry) and flying behind her as she tripped every few steps on her shoes. Finally I got to school just as the bell rang, only to realize that I had forgotten my backpack. “Ugh!!! What is wrong with me today?!” I wondered in a frustrated yell. I ran to my first class: Government. As soon as I walked in through the door kids started laughing and pointing at me, and honestly I didn’t blame them, but I was already so frustrated that I started yelling insults at them.
“Please, please.” yelled Ms. Abeny over the noise, “Let us have a little dignity! Now Ms. Suarez,” she said turning to me, “May I ask what point are you trying to make with this appearance? That clowns really do look ridiculous, or that ‘bad-hair-days’ help you to run faster?”
“I’m sorry ma’am, but I was trying to come and tell you that I left my backpack at home and was going to ask if I could go get it!” I gasped between heavy breaths.
“Well I’m sorry Ms. Suarez, but I’m afraid that I have already marked you tardy and that I may not allow you to get your backpack. If you do not have the assignment that was due today with you, then I will simply have to give you an F!” said Ms. Abeny will a face as hard as stone. Then in a quiet whisper she said to me, “I really am sorry Ms. Suarez, but I have no choice.” and with that she turned and stalked away. I turned and sulkily walked to my seat near the front of the class, which didn’t help matters much, since the kids kept pointing and whispering about me all through class. After class I ran into the bathroom to fix my hair, but I had left my purse with my hairbrush, hair bands and toothbrush at home.
“What is wrong with me?” I asked my reflection, “I’m used to be so organized, then as soon as Maria became my roommate, I suddenly was disorganized. Just then Sandra came running into the bathroom.
“I heard everything, are you okay?” she asked in a worried tone
“I’ll live.” I replied, not exactly caring what happened next.
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Publication Date: 07-01-2011

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