Backstage

(Lila's point of view)
I picked up the pen and began to write "goals". The letters were big and messy all thanks to my half awake brain. Watching Youtube at 2:00am is never a good idea.
I wasn't wanting to write down my goals, it was forced by my overbearing parents. All I could think of was dancing. But that is my parents dream for me, not my own. It was pushed onto me and drilled into my brain, the word dancing. But the word didn't give me happiness like it used to. It gave me anxiety. All I could do is avoid it as much as possible. Avoiding it is becoming harder recently due to my parents making me write down goals and making me go to a dance school that I ditch to hang out with my friends.
no one knows this.
Not even my closest friend Elle. I do not want to be associated with dance and don't want people associating me with it. Until I find the love and passion to do dance, I don't need it in my life.
My eyes became heavy and are beginning to close after staring at the paper for 20 min with no idea of what to write. With my mind in a fog, arms heavy, and de energized. I unwillingly proceeded to fall into a deep sleep on the desk.
"Wake up! It's almost 7:00!" Zara yelled from downstairs. I jolted up. I'm late. This is not good.
I proceeded to sprint downstairs with my clothes from the other day still on due to being too lazy the following day to change. I came down stairs to the aroma of eggs and toast. My older sister Zara was stuffing her mouth with toast. Next to her was a little portion of eggs. She must have stolen some of my breakfast again. Not that I mind. I always pack extra lunch anyways.
"You really need to go to bed earlier, maybe someday you will wake up on time,"Zara said on the verge of laughter.
"Ya like that would totally happen," I said sarcastically.
She let out a sigh.
"Anyways, remember the deal you made," she said with a serious look.
The deal... I really hoped she would forget. I am not that good with public places, especially concerts. The other day she said if I woke up late I would have to go with her to a concert. Why did I stay up so late? If only I made a smart choice.
"No...What deal?" I say hoping Zara would second guess herself.
"Stop lying! You know what deal you made," she yelled.
"Why do you have such a good memory?" I wine.
"Stop complaining! It's going to be fun," she said with enthusiasm.
"You're right, it's going to be sooo fun," I say sarcastically.
She punches me in the arm.
"Ooow that hurt!" I complained.
"Should have been more positive," she says playfully.
After eating my small portion of eggs. I sprint over to the counter to pick up my blue and red lunch box.
Then proceeded to sprint to the front door. Before I could step foot out the door I heard a whisper in my ear, "Who knows, maybe you will meet a hot guy at the concert."
My face turned bright pink. But before I could say anything she shoves me out the door.
The walk is short yet feels like forever as I speed walk to school. The school starts to be in my line of sight as the distance between me and the school are closing. Once I got to the entrance there were Students waiting at the front of the school's gate. The students were expressionless. It looked like their passion for learning had been taken from them. Just like my passion for dancing had disappeared. The only difference was that they still had to attend school. When I can quit dancing without a problem. In other words skipping dance class is easy.
In the middle of the crowd of students were my older sister and her friend kate. All of the guy students would stare at them due to my sisters long silky black hair and ocean blue eyes, aka good looks. I swear she took all the good genetics! All I have is short brown hair and brown eyes. I AM THE DEFINITION OF GENERIC! Not that I care.
I watch as the gate flies open too far hitting a vertically challenged girl in the chest. She then proceeded to fall and hit her head on the pavement. Students started to crowd around the girl in order to see if she was okay. I took this as a chance to make my way through the gate that was now unpopulated by students.
I finally entered the school. It was silent. I could hear my own footsteps echo as I walked down the empty hallways. Looking out the window at the end of the hallway you could see the crowd was still outside watching the girl. This time teachers began to go to the girl in order to check if she was okay. After a few minutes she got up and walked in the opposite direction of the crowd that was made up of students and teachers. This was so they wouldn't see her flushed red face that was filled with embarrassment. Due to the angle of the window I was able to see her red face and felt a little bit of remorse for her embarrassment. I had nothing to do with it. But you could feel her discomfort from just looking at her through the window.
Desperate to get to class before the hallways are filled. I started to speed walk to my first period class, math. After arriving, I made my way towards the right back corner desk that was far away from the loud people. I then proceeded to take out my colorful pens and math folders. The math folders were bursting out the sides with paper due to my doodles of anime characters and messy math notes. On the other hand, my older sister has perfected the art of note taking and organization. One time she let me borrow her old notes since she had the same class as me. It's not a surprise though, she is good at everything.