Chapter 2: December 2007

Chapter 2, it was also written a long time ago, probably a few months after it happened.

Wednesday, December 12, 2007

 

                It was 10:23 A.M. on December 12^th, and my best friend Skye and I were sitting at the lunch tables of our school, talking. It was the night of the 2007 Nutcracker Ballet that Dance Creations was performing. I was in the party scene, and Chandler happened to be in my dance. Skye was coming to the performance that night, so I was telling her about it.

                “So who’s in your dances? Anyone I would know?” Skye asked me.

                “Um, I don’t think so. Well, Victoria, but she’s not in my dance. Other than her, there’s only Hannah, Scott-”

                “Scott? Who’s that? Is he a boy? Do you like him?” Skye interrupted, grinning.

                “Yes he’s a boy, and he’s in my dance, and no, because he’s gay.” I informed her. “Or at least, I think he is…”

                “Oh, okay then…” Skye said. “Who else?”

                “Well, there’s me, Jenny, and Chandler. That’s it.” I finished.

                “Chandler?” Skye echoed.

                “Yeah, he’s pretty weird. He’s been in my dance class since 2005…” I didn’t even know what I was saying or why I was talking about Chandler, but I kept on talking. “...and well, you’ll see him tonight, but-”

                “You like him!” Skye screeched.

                “I do not!” I defended myself. “Ew.”

                “You like him,” Skye repeated. “Amelia likes Chandler!”

                “No, I don’t!” I said again.

                “Uh-huh, sure. I’ll be watching tonight.” Skye said, just as the bell rang. “You like Chandler.” She whispered as we ran to class.

 

Later that evening…

                I was standing on stage in my costume, talking to a girl named Victoria, when all of a sudden, Chandler ran up to us and screamed something random. I blinked in shock and stepped back. I closed my eyes. No. I don’t like him, I thought.

                He was talking to me again. I looked at him and half-smiled. “Um…okay?”

                “Look, I’m a penguin!” He shouted and ran up to another random person.

                I stood on stage shuddering, until the music started and the curtain opened. I danced my best, and tried not to do anything that Skye would think was suspicious. But, all that night, in my head, I wondered, What if I really have liked Chandler all this time?

Author's Note

More rubbish, I know. ;)