Dance

Its 4 pm in the afternoon and I am yelling "get ready!" to my sister. My nerves were on the last edge, my heart beating fast and the tension rises of not being at practice on time. We leave the house around 4:15 pm for practice. On the way I spot a white, shinny, Mercedes and coincidentally it was my dance partner. He honked his car horn at me and challenged to race. Since I was so nervous about the dance competition, I thought of having some fun and calm myself sown. I push my accelerator and zoon my car straight forward.

I rolled down my window and I smelled the fresh summer breeze. My concentration was provoked by a phone call. I picked up the phone, and it was the other team members of the dance team. They were yelling and shouting horribly asking me to get there on time. I hung up the phone and turn right to Elm street to reach the Indian community park. I park my car In a very small parking spot and get my dancing equipment in my Adidas bag. My legs feeling sore from practice the day before, I hurry down inside as fast as I could. My siblings both run off in different directions. One at soccer practice the other at volleyball.

I reached inside the gym and I see at the angry, mad, faces of the team. I say sorry and rum off to change. The changing rooms clean and shinny. No markings on the wall, smelled fresh and clean, and not a mess or trash in sight. I hurry and change so I can start to practice for the tournament. We start to practice without Rahul. He was my dance partner, the one that I had raced with earlier that day. I wondered what he thought I did. I guess he will be in more trouble that I am. So one of the other team member too his place and danced with me. Of course he wasn't as good as Rahul was, but I guess it was my fault. That's what I get for being late it was uncomfortable dancing with him. He was shorter that me, had messy hair and long nails that kept poking me as we danced. He didn't know the steps either. When I put my right foot over his left, he put his left foot over my left. We kept messing up every step and I wished Rahul would hurry up.

Unfortunately, Rahul didn't return, ever. Rahul had a car accident that smashed his white, shinny, Mercedes in between two different cars. Rahul never had made it back, but did have sometime to talk to us when he was taken to the hospital. Our team is thankful for the few precious moments we got to spend with him. And I was stuck with that same dance partner that took Rahul's place, he did improve, but none would ever be special at Rahul was.