The start of something new?

the beginning of seventh grade

I walked into the doors the first day. The bus had come early and I had to throw my hair up in a ponytail, but I didn’t care. I was so excited to get to school. I was excited to see my boyfriend and I was excited to make it a great new year. Things were going to go great. The first day was amazing. I wrote notes with him all day long. Smiled so big and waved hi when he passed me in the halls. I was glad to be there with him. He was a grade above me so we didn’t have any classes together but I kindof liked it that way. It gave us an opportunity to catch up at the end of the day and appreciate the time that we did see each other. We never got tired of each other. We never ran out of things to write to each other about. It was fantastic. I loved all of my teachers, and I loved computer literature. It was my first year being able to take the course. I loved typing and writing stories in the class. I held my grade at a 100 all year in English and was so proud of that. The class came so easy to me. It made so much sense. I really got what they were talking about. It felt good.
Dance was going amazing for me. I was able to talk to the younger kids on my squad and encourage them. Being the oldest, and tallest, I was main focus for our performances. Which I loved. I loved being the center of attention. I felt like I really deserved the spotlight and to this day, I still believe that I did. I was amazing. My whole squad was. Each and every one of them. There was no drama and everyone kept a positive attitude. You see, dance is my escape. When I dance, nothing else matters. It’s just me and the music that is playing. I love the feeling of it. I feel in control and I feel empowered. I’m one of those people who if you ask me my story, I’m not going to tell you anything. I will completely hold back and shut you out. Shut the whole world out for a while. To cope with my problems. When I dance, it’s different. Ever heard of the song music was her life and lyrics were her story? That’s how I feel. That sums it all up perfectly. I can relate myself to every song. Completely become the lyrics and make it my own. Interpret every word and set it to music. I’m good at it and I know I am. I loved dance.