Dancer Girl

I got home, and the next day, I went to school. Everyone wondered what happened to my leg, but I didn't answer any of them. I couldn't show them my screw up.

I sat in the desk, not doing my work. All I did was stare. They all watched me, and I could feel it.

I got home, and I even went through the steps of getting ready for dance. Then, I remembered that I couldn't dance. I never could again.

The weeks passed mostly the same. I got up, went to school, got home, and laid in bed doing nothing. Everyone who was watching me, eventually got bored and left me alone. I was still asked questions, but by now, nobody expected an answer.

My parents had begun to get worried, though. I lost my appetite, and still wouldn't talk to anyone even at home. They got really mad at me one day.

"What's wrong with you?" They yelled. "We understand that you're upset, but this is unreasonable!"

"What's unreasonable?" I asked.

"This moping! It isn't the end of the world."

I sighed, "Dance was my world." I said simply.

Exasperated, they left me alone. They couldn't stand seeing me like this though.