A God's Love

Chapter 3

The moment Dad walked in the door he bombarded me with questions.  "How was your music class?" I can hear the hope in his voice as he asked.

Not wanting to let him off the hook so quickly, I quietly spoke under my breath. "I played for half the class."

"How did that make you feel?" He asks.

"I'm not one of your clients, Dad. But it felt good, really good. Honestly, I cried a bit, but I still got that rush I used to get when I played. It was actually pretty exhilarating." I told him with a small grin.

He grinned back, "I knew you missed it! Why don't you just thank me now!"

I just stared at him, blankly remaining quiet.

"I'm waiting!" He cheerily responded in a sing song voice.

I huffed and mumbled an unintelligible response.

"What was that? I didn't hear you?" He cupped his ear and leaned closer to me.

"I said, THANK YOU!" I smirked at his wince.

"You didn't have to yell, but your welcome." He cheekily responded.

Shaking my head, I couldn’t help but wonder how old my Dad really is. He may have the body of a fifty-five-year-old, but he has the maturity level of a teenager. I can admit, it does make life more interesting though. Bidding my Dad goodnight, I made my way upstairs to bed. Once I was dressed in my pajamas, I went to bed and crashed.

When my alarm went off the next morning, it took everything I had to force myself out of bed. Rolling off my bed, I landed on the floor with a thud, and crawled my way over to my bathroom. The whole time wondering why I didn't just stand up. It would've been faster and probably would have required a lot less energy.

After my shower I stood in front of my closet debating on what to wear. Once my closet was emptied and spread out all over my room, I still didn't have an outfit. I wasn’t known for my patience, so after standing there for several minutes internal debating I finally settled on an outfit. It was just some basic jeans, and a simple blue tank, and some converse. Once I was appeased with my outfit for the day, I reluctantly made my way to school and was greeted with the same stares from yesterday, only this time the majority held hostility.

I really don't understand why they all got so mad. It's only natural to question things, especially myths. Things you were always taught were untrue and simple stories. So why would nobody question that? It is natural human curiosity to question the unbelievable. They can try to pretend this is normal, but it most definitely is not. And I intend to find out why this is the norm for them.

Walking down the hallway I got pushed and shoved. Not the accidental shoves, no, these were completely on purpose and hard enough to leave bruises. By the time I made it to the locker room I was sure my shoulder was bare minimum bruised if not popped out of socket. It hurt just to lift it and get my shirt on. Cringing in pain, as I pulled on my gym clothes, I could not help but think to myself that today was going to be a long day. It isn't even first period and I've already been pushed around and received enough death looks to last a lifetime.

Entering the gym, I see the mats and balance beams lined up, which can only mean that we're sticking with gymnastics. Which is actually an awesome thing because I can take out some of my pent-up rage. This time the teacher directs me to the uneven bars. Other than the floor routines, the uneven bars are my strongest area. I didn't expect there to be chalk, especially at a high school level that doesn’t have competition gymnastics, but sure enough there it sat. Once I had my hands covered in chalk I walked over to low bar.

Mentally preparing myself for the influx of pain from my sore shoulder, I jumped up and grabbed the low bar. I thought I had my mind set and ready for the pain, but I was wrong. I couldn’t have prepared myself for the immediate sharp pain that ran down my entire arm. Hanging there for a few minutes I gathered up what strength I could and tried to pull myself together enough to get through a couple minute routine.

I swung myself back and forth for a minute or two to gather enough momentum to swing a full circle around the bar. It took me a few tried to get going to a fast-enough speed to do a few stunts. I kept to a minimum on the stunts in a mediocre attempt to keep from injuring my shoulder any farther. It wasn’t long before my arms started to get sore and I couldn’t handle the pain throbbing from my shoulder, so I prepped myself for my dismount. When I had picked up enough speed, I let go at the peak of my spin.

I flipped in the air once...twice...three turns then landed in the perfect dismount position. Once again eyes were locked on me and mouths were hanging wide open. Which of course caught the attention of that rude girl from yesterday.

With a huff, she came stomping over to me. "I'll admit, your moves from both yesterday and today are impressive. Is there any way you'd want to join the gymnastics team?"

"I would, but I really want to join your drill team." I tell her.

Confused she asks, "Drill team? What's that?"

"The dance team. Sorry, I thought that was a common term." I sheepishly admit.

"Ah, I gotcha." She pauses in thought. "The try outs are today after school, so if you want to try out now would be the time."

"Okay, thanks. My name is Adellyna, but you can call me Lyna." I tell her.

"My name's Gwendolyn, Gwen for short. Looks like I'll be seeing you at tryouts. I'm very curious if your dancing is as good as your gymnastics." She says and walks away.

I wonder if Gwen is trying out to. Even though she started out as a b***h, she didn't seem too bad just now.

I was walking into to the gym for tryouts while thinking about my independent studies class. I had opted out of singing today, in favor of practicing one of my routines for the tryouts. Again, I had the feeling of being watched, but this time it was completely different. Whereas yesterday it felt like I was being watched curiously and nonthreatening. Today it felt like I had the devil himself watching me.

I could feel the heat from the gaze. Yet every time I glanced around the place was empty. The moment I'd start dancing again I could feel the glare return. Each time I felt it, I'd look around for the source. Always finding the room empty. When I had finished, I took one last look around. I could've sworn I saw a figure leaning against the wall, but when I took a second look the spot was empty.

This school makes me feel like I'm going crazy. I know someone was there, it was a man. From the brief glimpse I got it was a very good-looking man. I know I didn't imagine him because he was far more gorgeous than anything I could ever make up. When I finally escaped my thoughts, I looked at the huge group of girls in front of me. This was going to take forever! There had to be at least fifteen people.

"Listen up ladies!" A very familiar voice yelled. "this is the tryout for my dance team. We only have four openings, and I will only accept the best.

Here's how this is going to work. Each of you will have two minutes to show us what you've got.

At the end of tryouts, we'll meet and vote on who we want in. The results will be posted tomorrow morning in the cafeteria. Good luck!"

One by one I watched the other girls perform. Some were really good, and that made me exceedingly nervous. I knew I was good, but a lot of these girls were as good, if not better than me. On the other hand, you had the horrible dancers. I honestly wondered what they were thinking trying out or if they even took this seriously. Although, going by some 'dances' I'd have to say that no, they didn't take our dance team seriously.

Once it was my turn, I handed them my iPod with my remix already preloaded. The moment it started I completely zoned out of the room and in on the dance. Everything around me ceased to exist. I poured every ounce of my talent into it and gave it my absolute all. By the time I was finished I was completely breathless.

The place was dead quiet, and I was hoping it was a good thing.

Looking up I noticed Gwen standing there with a grin slowly forming. I knew that voice sounded familiar, I just couldn't place it at the time.

"Alright that's all the auditions. Good job people! I'm rather impressed with some of you." I noticed her cast a quick glance at me.

"As I said earlier, I'll have the results posted tomorrow morning in the cafeteria. Have a good night ladies!" She announced.

I grabbed my bag and made my way to my car, but Gwen stopped me at the door.

"I just wanted to tell you. I was most definitely NOT disappointed in your performance." She winked at me then walked away.

What the heck does that mean?

Was that a hint that I made the team?

I'm not sure how one sentence could keep me in such a big state of confusion for so long, but it did. I was up half the night analyzing every word. No matter how much I thought it over I could never make sense out of it.

I suppose that I'll just have to wait until tomorrow. It's a pity patience was never one of my virtues.