Post by Brandee Makenzi on Aug 3, 2010 15:39:08 GMT -6
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- - - Ow…ow…ow…ow… Brandee strolled along, silently wincing at the pain her fatigued muscles gave her with every step. It was her third week at the Academy and already she had been put through hell. What was hell for this twenty one year old? First off she had been put into a room with complete strangers. How many you might ask? Well to any normal person it was a great opportunity to meet new people, learn from some of the best teachers, and go through school doing something that you loved. Unfortunately Brandee was far from normal. She had counted exactly seventeen people that she didn’t know. Yes, I know, seventeen complete strangers in the same room as her. How scary...get a grip Mak. One could say she was a little paranoid about not knowing people, but it was nothing in the least. She just preferred to know at least one person, you know, so she didn’t look like a complete loner. She wasn’t going to die after all, it was just a preference. But here she was, sitting at the back of the room, indeed looking like a complete outcast. Alas she was not alone. Every classroom environment has at least one person who feels alone and fortunately for them that same classroom will always have some one who feels the same way. It’s kind of sad, in a way, to see people split into cliques like that. For example over in the far right hand corner you have the jocks flirting with the cheerleaders, some of which are sluts and druggies, then in a group at the very front you have your typical nerds with their pants so full of smarties they could probably teach the class themselves, somewhere in the middle of everything you have your wannabe preps mixed in with some goths, band geeks, and gangsters and finally along the back wall, away from most other cliques, and people for that matter, are your typical hermit crabs.
- - - Had the poor female, who at this moment was indeed one of those loners, been asked to name off everybody from memory I’m sure her answer would have gone something like this; ”Well there’s Kaira…”, the person that had come before her on the attendance, but we all know that was just luck taking her side. ”And… ummm” then a twirl of her hair as her finger softly moved in a circular motion near her head. What next? A big ol’ red blush would come straight to the bridge of her nose and embarrass her in front of all her new classmates. She'd ask to be excused, then would be declined by the bitch of a teacher who thought it was amusing to see her so embarrassed, and would have to take her spot back in the seat at the desk near the back of the room with all those tiny peering eyes staring in her direction until the teach called for their attention. As those beady little eyes stopped judging her on how horrible her memory was, she began to relax in her seat a little bit. She was curious as hell to know what her classmates were thinking about her but deep down she knew that they were all thinking she was some screw up who didn't deserve to be here. She wasn't well known nor had she done anything to impress them. For example; naming all the kids in her class on the first day. Like anybody could have done that anyways, except for Tracey. The girl had thick frizzy hair, large round glasses, and was constantly sucking up to Mrs. Bitch. Oh well that didn't matter. So all in all Brandee probably shouldn't have been mulling over how she screwed up because in reality it wasn't anything life threatening.
- - - So that had been her eventful first day here in Valkyrie. Things definitely went skyward for Brandee after that. She'd made a new friend, who'd been the only one to give her any sort of sympathy on their first day of dance class. Did I forget to mention that? Yes Brandee was majoring in dance at VA and that's what led to her days of non stop aches and pains. Although some of the time was spent in a classroom to learn the history of the type of dance they were going to work on, or about some famous perfectionist in that field that they should look up to, when in reality it was the teach's opinion on who was great these days. Half the time they learned of people nobody had ever heard of and were, quite frankly, no where near professionals. The other eighty percent of the time was spent in the school's dance room. Actually room was a bit of an understatement, it was more like a theatre. With its spotlights, fancy stereo systems, and let's not forget the springboard like flooring which allowed the dancers to fly across the stage with such ease and elegance. The Valkyrie Academy most definitely didn't cheap out when it came to its students. Even the teachers were top notch and although Brandee's teacher may have humiliated her in front of the class on the first day and was as hard to impress as it was to impress a bullfrog, she knew her stuff. Brandee'd give her that much. Actually the lady was rather experienced outside the classroom walls and Brandee found herself striving to do better and better every day, not that she didn’t usually. With this teacher she wanted to impress her. Her hard efforts usually went unnoticed, or at least that was what she figured. She hadn't gotten anything better than riticism from her teacher since she'd started. But really what could she expect? She wasn't going to be babied at this stage; if anything things were going to get much harder from here on in. On top of that they had started with a dance that Brandee struggled with the most. Hip hop.
- - - Although she could pop, lock, and drop it like any female on campus, she preferred the fluidity of ballet and contemporary. Even jazz and the jive were a hell of a lot funner to perform than that thing they called hip hop. She felt close to violated and over the top uncomfortable when she was asked to 'shake her booty' in front of the class. You could say she was a little self conscious and preferred living life a little less...how could you say it...exposed? Unfortunately for her it seemed like Mrs. Bitch really had a thing for putting Brandee into the spotlight. Don't even get me started on how awkward it had been for her to shimmy and shake with one of the guys in her class. Brandee plus anyone from the male population usually equaled awkward moments. I'm sure you know, the kind. Those ones you'll never live down but would kill for them to be forgotten. Moments likes these tended to happen on a weekly basis to our conservative girl here. Poor ol' Brandee Makenzi, what would she call her life if everything worked out the way it was supposed to? All packaged up nicely like a cute little present. Come on where's the fun in that?
- - - As she walked along, avoiding small puddles here and there, she tightened her cream colored scarf around her neck so the cold breath of winter didn’t chill her anymore than it already was. Back in Oregon she was used to the snow, sleet, and rain but now that she'd gotten used to the sunny atmosphere of Valkyrie California, this snow was a definite buzz kill. Not that being reminded of home was a bad thing, but Brandee had come here to get away from home. The fluffy white substance that fell from the sky delicately landed in her golden locks as she wandered out onto the rocks. To say she hated snow was a bit of an overstatement. It was cool to the touch, beautiful as anything, and sparkled like the stars. Who couldn't be mystified by something so small and innocent? But when it clumped together and made driving impossible or had to be shoveled off the sidewalks and driveway, that was a tad bit annoying. Brandee had done enough of that in her childhood and now in a place where she hadn't planned on even buying a shovel, she was going to have to relive some good ol' childhood memories. For now, though, it seemed like just a gentle snow. Just enough to cover the ground and melt away again in the morning. It was safe to say that she hadn't planned on coming out here. It had been more on impulse more than for a purpose. Brandee had yet to wander around the beaches of Valkyrie so why not start today? Her blue eyes scanned the ocean as the waves washed up at the rocks below her feet. It almost seemed angry at times, the way some of the water would crash so intensely against the shore. The salty scent of the ocean washed over her immensely and all she could do was drink it in. Although the weather and the scent of the ocean reminded her of home, she didn't feel an once of remorse for leaving.
- - - Maybe she missed her dad, yes, but that mother of hers? For all she cared the woman could go straight to hell. Bossing her around and living her life through her daughters'. She just wasn't normal like the rest of the family was, or at least as close to normal as they got. Brandee closed her eyes and gently shook her head as she cleared the thoughts of her mother from her mind. She wasn't going to ruin a perfectly fine afternoon by thinking of her mother. So instead, the petite dancer walked along ever so carefully. The wind got stronger for a brief minute and tousled her hair into a big mess. What had been a decent do, turned into a wind washed mess. She pulled her fingers through the tiny knots and managed to straighten most of it back out, but it wasn't going to be the same once she was done here. Not that Brandee cared all that much, it wasn't like anybody was going to see her anyways. Right? Besides a few strangers that she might pass on her way back to her car, but she'd never see them again. Right? As these thoughts ran through her head she was subconsciously running her fingers, yet again, through her hair and readjusted the flower she had put in. Well I guess it didn't hurt. As her muscles strained, though, she was reminded of how much it hurt when your passion for something drove you harder and faster than ever before.
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