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My Happy Place

my first story so don't hurt me here im tryin' ...........sooo here i go

(Zonnique’s POV)

The bass vibrated through the floor, the music echoing off the walls, the moves flowing naturally out of me. Sweat covered every inch of my skin, but I didn’t care. I was in my Happy Place. The only place I could go where I wasn’t judged, or talked about, or bullied. You know? The place that made me feel safe, the one place where I could be myself. Big Sean’s “A$$ (Dance) Remix” blasted from my iPod. Which all my friends know that this is my cut. Big Sean is too fine for words and Nicki is my favorite female rapper, next to Missy Elliot. The dance wasn’t choreographed, I was free-styling. Dancing was my life, I loved to do it. When I get older, my career is gonna be dance-related. Believe that. The love for dancing ran in my family, my half-brother Craig (same father, different mother) has a real passion for dancing as well. My best friend, Tyler, loves to dance as does Craig’s best friend, Jacob. Since all of us group up together, we radiated off of one another’s love for dancing. From 2nd grade up until 8th grade, we all practiced dancing at Jessie’s Dance Studio. We learned how to do all types of dancing: ballet, tap, jazz, hip-hop, krump, you name it. Dope, huh? But, dancing is a passion all of us share, it’s one of the things that binds us together. The song fades out and I hit pause on my iPod, falling onto the floor. My Happy Place was a dance studio that my daddy bought, for me, Craig, Jacob, and Tyler. I always came here when I was feeling down. My dad bought it for us when we were in 4th grade. It’s our second home. Especially for me. I pull my knees up to my chin, wrapping my arms around my legs. I leaned back on the mirror, the coolness seeping into my damp tank top. I sighed and closed my eyes. School was starting tomorrow. I always hated school. Not because of the learning, but because of the kids. I was always bullied, from 5th grade up until now. 12th grade. Yep. I’m a senior. You’d think I’d be excited for my last year of high school. Uh…nah. I just wanna get it over with, so I can go to college (my dream school is Julliard) and out of this town. Surprisingly, I was the only one out of my crew (Craig, Jacob, Tyler, and I) that was bullied on a regularly basis. I think it’s ‘cause I’m ugly. Tyler? She’s gorgeous. She even has a boyfriend. Me? Uhm…not so much. I sighed and wiped the sweat from my face and neck with my towel. I looked around the studio, slightly smiling. This is where I could always run away from my problems and just dance. Just be myself and let loose. No one’s around to whisper or give me looks. Nope. Just me, the mirror, and my music. My Happy Place.