^^ Melodie's POV~ I flexed my right hand multiple times, twitching. I couldn't help it. Being a stunt ribbon dancer while doing a ballerina act? That went so well. I remember, that long strip of rainbow coloured dye ribbon attached to a string going through a thin, yet strong purple straw thing. At the other side it was tied to a wooden ball. I held it in my better hand. I was able to write with both hands regardless. I stood still, waiting for the flute music to start. I had quickly exhaled before inhaling sharply, and doing acrobatics I learned a few years in the making. I guess I could say I wasgood at them. I had slipped, that one day. My arm was cut by the metal bolt in the stage. A total of eight stitches. I couldn't do anything acrobatic anymore, but I learned a couple of new tricks. I no longer wrote with my right hand, I was forever a lefty. I never use my right hand, unless needed. Anyway, the memory is perfectly clear, running like a new film... "Now, Melodie Raine Harveed." I stepped on stage, shaking like I was hairless. Like I was naked in front of a crowd. My eyes widened slightly at the sight of so many people. My tights were constricting my legs slightly, and tutu-like dress was making want to scratch my dress apart. I'm ten again. I'm holding the stunt ribbon with my hand trembling, then the music begins. I sway to the flute, lifting the stunt ribbon at reasonable timing. My only problem is that if I can't see in this darkened studio, then I'm fucked. They set up a small stage, clicked together and set tight with bolts. I did one stupid thing, and that was to slip. I could feel myself crying, the tears slipping out of my eyes and the crimson leaking out of my right forearm. The only time I've cried. I made a howling sound, and I woke up in a white room, and my vision took a while to focus. I blinked, my eyes instantly darting to my stitched arm. I sighed in relief, closing my eyes. I may have lost my actobotic abilities, but I knew I could still dance.
Melodie's POV~^^ Someone flicked my ear, and my right hand stopped moving. I turned to the girl next to me. In my head, it was pure disgust. She was the type I saw in middle school, all three years. The girl that thought everybody absolutely adored tirelessly, when really they're talking about what a whore she was. She was a bitch. she's probably dated what, maybe forty percent of the boys that we started with in sixth grade and up to eighth? On the last day of school, I remember Brandon crying in the front of the building. She even asked Sweeny, that bloody slut asked Sweeny to be her boyfriend. I about ripped her throat out and fed it to my demon dog. I simply hissed,"What is it?" "Stupidhead, did you hear what cabin your in?" "No shit Sherlock," I cursed."Green cabin, bunk four. Right above..." and I stopped, glancing at Sweeny behind me. I grabbed both of her shoulders and whispered,"You say one word about me, I will personally have my dog eat you, got it?" She blinked, and started laughing. Like that was a freaking empty threat. She smirked, and flicked my forehead and said,"Like I care. You know what, tomorrow we all have to stay here overnight, and you have to sleep above him. Oh! That's right, I'm in the same cabin." I paled from having a bright red face to ghostly white. "No. No no no, please no!" I begged. With a sly, bitchy grin, she stepped out of line and walked over to Sweeny. For me, that was a Mahalo, mother-****er. I heard her little voice chirp,"Oh Sweeny~Someone likes you~" Fuck.
Melodie~ I was sitting on the wooden floor, listening for his reply to Carly's words. The horror. I looked around the room, trying to keep my eyes busy so I wouldn't explode and probably being sent to juvenile detention. I stared at the walls, spacing out completely and blinked. I decided I should do some trash talk as a simple revenge. I looked at the girl that had been standing next to Carly. Macadamia. That one crazy ass chick from middle school. Macadamia Whirls was pretty weird, but she had a lot of friends too. I thought she was cool. I walked up to her with a grin. "Hey Macadamia, you know Carly, right?" She snorted,"Yeah, I know the slut." "Do you know the percentage of guys she went out with when we were in middle school?" I asked. She shook her head, blinking. Macadamia has ADHD. "Almost sixty-one percent." I lied. She gaped at my words, and I said,"Don't say that I told you, okay?" She nodded, and ran off to another colour group to speak the rumor. I chuckled, and looked back at Sweeny and Carly. Carly walked back to her place in line, and Sweeny's look on his face was impossible to describe.
Here it goes. I can't believe I'm doing this. ---------- Sweeney's POV: I listened to Carly speak, which was a first for me. I don't particularly like the girl, you might say. She's a bit of a slut. But when she said that someone liked me, I had to listen. My face flushed, and my eyes widened. Melodie. The quiet, yet bubbly Melodie. The girl that I've known since kindergarten. Who, with Nellie was good friends with. I might have feelings for her. I'm just not sure. She is quite beautiful, and she has the prettiest eyes. I don't know, though. Everyone that has liked me, (trust me, there hasn't been many,) have had something bad happen to them. Like Nellie. I do not want that that to happen to Melodie. No, not another friend. I don't know what to do. ------- FFFF-
Melodie~ ^^ I sat there frozen in complete fear, and bam. Idea. I whacked Carly with my left forearm, growling. "Shut up." "Make me, Harveed. You're the one who is absolutely lovesick for him." I started to stammer, hitting her again. "A-Am not!" "Pft, that's an absolute lie, Melodie. You know it too." she snickered, pushing me forward. I angled my feet inwards so I wouldn't move. "This-is-ridiculous!" I barked, pushing her back. She was trying to shove me at Sweeney. Godamnit- I elbowed her in the stomach, and she fell to her knees. I brushed my stomach off. "Bitch." I awkwardly shuffled next to Macadamia, dreading at tomorrows arrival.