I Feel Like I 'm Going Insane

She started to think, who at last night’s party was staring or looking at her in quite a different way.

I could see her face trying not to laugh at my accent, I never felt so embarrassed in my whole life, but at least she did not ignore me, she replied with a smile and said “yes”. Well what a great start to my day, as I walked into the building I saw a seemingly endless line to nowhere, but as I got in line a person tapped my shoulder. I immediately turned around thinking it was the girl again, however, it was just another student, he was a tall guy, however, he did not look like he played sports, he was really scrawny, and with a surprised look at his

I stopped mid-step and millions of thoughts rushed through my head. What was she going to say to me? Was she going to yell at me for not being able to do the turn? Was she going to take me out of the dance? I had never been so nervous at dance before and I felt a sense of uneasiness come over my whole body as I walked towards her.

"Shut it! Now shut it! Now look you. All of you. We danced.

It all started ten years ago when Markquelyn, Blair’s mom, signed Blair up for dancing at Yvonne’s Directions in Dance. At the time, Blair was only two years old, which is the same age I was when my mom first signed me up. Similarly, we did not really know what we were getting ourselves into. Ten years later, Blair has concluded that she loves music and moving her body to it. On the other hand, when I was into dancing, I only continued to do it so I would not have so much “lazy time” at home.

Reaching the end, she doesn’t really care much about what anyone thinks. She starts showing certain actions that may confirm that she going insane, like peeling off all the paper, locking the door and throwing the key in the front path. On one hand it seems that she is gone insane, on the other hand, I think she is getting out of her cage, expressing what has been there all along may be in a certain way that only satisfies her. In my own view as I discussed it before, each individual has a certain way of expressing their illness or more likely their feelings, and it comes with different ways of behaviour (outcome) depending on the person.

When we get to her house, the girl walks up to her house and I light up my blunt. She's gone. So, I'm good or so I think. I go to put my car in drive when I see her dancing and banging on the door. I wait another minute. Nobody is answering. She sits on the stairs, trying not to pee on herself. I beep the horn and she looks up at me. I shake my head and wave her over. She gets up and walks back over to the car.

“Well I'm leaving now and how'd you know I just got here, we're you stalking me?” I

I imagined she’d once been a dancer, perhaps a ballerina, or an acrobatic performer who twirled ribbons.

What the heck? The dance team tryouts were months ago! I’m already a member at another studio how would that work? How did she notice me? How did she know who I was?

He downed his Budweiser, paid his tab and with a smile, walked over to the woman who had captured his attention. His eyes traveled over the blonde’s incredible legs and when she turned around and saw him, he lifted his eyes to meet hers. “I hope you ladies don’t mind if I interrupt,” he said,

I haven’t a foggy clue what she said after that because I tuned her out. I scan the faces. I notice eyes. There were blue eyes. Normally I am drawn to blue eyes but I found a set of dark eyes down by the merlots. I took Chrissy and headed that way. I have read that a single woman is unappealing because find they are too defensive.

roundest eyes. She offered me a seat next to her and asked if I wanted to

Jessica watches the dancers. They notice and think she’s creepy. The beautiful dancer, MILA, invites Jessica in. Mila recognizes Jessica from a dance invitational. They competed for the Young Arts Scholarship. Jessica did the Adele routine.

"Stay there! Or We'll end up doing something wrong!" I shout, the room feeling hotter, and the music getting louder and more provocative as time moved forward. I looked over to my dance partner and he had already taken off his suit jacket and untied his tie. His shirt was being quickly undone by his quick fingers.