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Personal Narrative: The Dance Team In High School
This was the fifth time I caught him staring at me today! I was on the dance team at my old high school and he was the drum major. I’m used to being watched while practicing, but this seems a little ridiculous. As the band and dance team work closely to perfect our field performance, especially since we weren’t at home this week. His glance may not seem very significant to a naïve sixteen year old, but it raises red flags looking back now.
“One, Two, There, Four” echoing from the drill sergeant Darla. Wiping the small pool of sweat that collected right above my eyebrow, as not to mess up the makeup I pour my heart into. Feeling as if someone is watching me, I work up the courage to look up. There he stood, more blinding than the stadium lights. …show more content…
There he was waiting for me at my table. I could see my best friend glaring him up and down. Walking up, I felt like a baby deer under his gaze. She stomped up to me up and yanked me to the side. “What is he do here?” she scowled. “He’s waiting for me. We just started dating,” I blushed. “Something is off about him. I don’t like you being together,” she looked softly towards me. “Well I want to give him at least a fair chance before I decide to call it quits,” I posted. “Fine, but don’t say I didn’t warn you,” she said as placing a gentle hand on my …show more content…
“One, two, three,” I let out a deep breath. “Are you ready?” he look cautiously. “I think so,” I said with a shaky voice. Laying there naked, feeling more exposed than skin deep. “Wait! Maybe we should wait a little longer,” I said as I tried to move away from him. He grabbed and moved me back into position, “No! We’re going to do this.” I felt the burning sensation on my hand, “No! Get off of me! I don’t want to do this anymore!” That’s when a beast appeared in front of me. “You bitch! I’m doing this one way or another,” he said as he chocked me and tried to force my mouth open. I swung my arm towards the bullseye. “Ugh,” he groan as he curled into a ball. “I think it’s time for you to leave.” I said closing the door with tears in my
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