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Mar 10, 2014 21:10:16 GMT -5
Post by Rowan Booker on Mar 10, 2014 21:10:16 GMT -5
What was it? What kept him here? Was it all of the people he cared for? Beatrice? Was it lack of giving a shit about his future? Resentment towards his mother? Or fear of the future? Whatever it was, Rowan had successfully dug himself into a hole that would be next to impossible to get out of. He had it all planned out. With the dance team wrapping up with competitions, he could start slacking off without any penalty. It wasn't like they would kick him off the dance team if the season was over. Rowan had planned it out perfectly and he was about to put that plan in motion.
Who needed to graduate anyway?
Ending up in the auditorium, rather than his physics class, Rowan strode up the steps to the stage and scrolled through his iPod. He needed something to occupy his time. Something that had nothing to do with learning or any bull shit like that. He wanted to have fun. He was eighteen years old for Christ's sake! Who needed all the stress of school and knowing what the acceleration of some bull shit whatever the hell was? Not him. Besides, he was gonna be a dancer, a bad ass dancer in New York or something. A back up dancer for Justin Timberlake or one of the next big pop stars. He didn't care, as long as he was dancing.
After picking a song to stretch to, he set out on warming up. There was so much on his mind, he couldn't quite figure out what he was going to do about anything. There was Alex. There was Lucy. Beatrice. His mother. It was all just building up and the pressure had started getting to him. It wasn't like he really had anyone looking out for him because he hardly let anyone look out for him. Lucy was one of the few that did even the slightest bit, but even she didn't know the kind of stress he put on himself. And she had her own things she'd been busy with. Things he'd been trying not to get salty about.
It didn't matter anyway. He pulled his arm over his head and closed his eyes as the song continued playing out.
Who needed to graduate anyway?
Ending up in the auditorium, rather than his physics class, Rowan strode up the steps to the stage and scrolled through his iPod. He needed something to occupy his time. Something that had nothing to do with learning or any bull shit like that. He wanted to have fun. He was eighteen years old for Christ's sake! Who needed all the stress of school and knowing what the acceleration of some bull shit whatever the hell was? Not him. Besides, he was gonna be a dancer, a bad ass dancer in New York or something. A back up dancer for Justin Timberlake or one of the next big pop stars. He didn't care, as long as he was dancing.
After picking a song to stretch to, he set out on warming up. There was so much on his mind, he couldn't quite figure out what he was going to do about anything. There was Alex. There was Lucy. Beatrice. His mother. It was all just building up and the pressure had started getting to him. It wasn't like he really had anyone looking out for him because he hardly let anyone look out for him. Lucy was one of the few that did even the slightest bit, but even she didn't know the kind of stress he put on himself. And she had her own things she'd been busy with. Things he'd been trying not to get salty about.
It didn't matter anyway. He pulled his arm over his head and closed his eyes as the song continued playing out.