Break the Distance

Chapter 3

Saturday, 20th of August 2016

Wellington, New Zealand

Richelle Smith's pov

I hate the bus. I think it's one of the worst things in the world. Well actually I don't hate them when I'm just able to sit, but most Saturdays that's not the case. This time I was lucky enough to have a place to sit, but then more and more people got in. Then this old lady got in and literally nobody stood up to make place for her. The good person I am I did, the rest of the bus ride, pretty much 30 minutes, I had to stand.

But now I'm at the dance studio so everything is fine. Can't wait 'til the day I'll be able to drive myself around in my own car, but as long as my dad won't let me have a job that won't be soon. Can't imagine how easy everything would be if he just let me have a job.

"Hi Richelle!" Hannah exclaims excitedly when she gets out of her car, she's more lucky than I. "Hi Hannah," I say and embrace her in a hug. Hannah is my other best friend, the only one who knows about my situation. Since she lives pretty much an hour away from me I only see her on Saturday, but Saturdays are always the best.

"So how was your week?" I ask her. "Good!" she says cheerful, "well, the only thing I did was dancing, but that's what I love the most." I smile. "Good," I say. Hannah is the most cheerful and positive person I know. She literally always knows to make me smile without even trying. Other than my dad, her parents are super supportive of her dancing. She takes multiple classes a day, 5 days a week. Saturday is for her like a rest day with just one class because she likes it so much, and luckily I'm in that same class.

"And how was your week?" she asks me. "Good," I say, "school, homework, just the usual." "Sorry," Hannah says, "what did you say? I'm sorry I'm allergic to everything that's somewhere related to school in weekends, so if that's what you were saying; never mind." I laugh and slap her jokingly on her arm. "Your parents don't expect you to get straight A's," I say. "Yea," she says, "but it's still weekend." "I know," I say, "let's just get inside." Hannah smiles at me and we walk inside where we're greeted by some other dancers.

I feel pretty special being in this dance class since it isn't exactly a class for recreational dancers like I am, but the class for recreational dancers was too easy for me. Since the day my dad pulled me out of dance I've been dancing in my bedroom. Just little combos I would made up or learning some from YouTube. That and I keep up the stretching so I always stayed pretty flexible. I feel like I taught myself a lot and me being in this class is just evidence that it payed off.

It's I think not a surprise to tell you that Saturdays are my favorite days. The dance class is just a little over an hour and afterwards I have to go home straight away, but it's all worth it.

" Richelle," my dance teacher, Indy, says at the end of the class, "can you come into my office in a few minutes?" "Yea," I say a little suspicious, "of course." Indy is like a mom to me. She doesn't know anything about me, but when I'll need someone I'll most likely first go to her. I change back into my normal clothes quickly and say bye to the others before I walk to Indy's office. To be honest I'm nervous. I have no idea where this about and I'm worried it has something to do with paying or the fact that my dad never shows up for anything. I'm worried she wants to meet him although I've no idea why she would ever want to meet him.

"Hi," Indy says cheerful as I walk in. "Hi," I say a nervous and sit down. I'm afraid my voice sounded nervous and she'll get suspicious. "There's no need to be nervous," she says. Well there you go... "Why did you want to talk to me?" I ask. " Richelle," Indy says and she sighs, "I don't know how you do it, you take one class a week, but you dance like you're dancing 24/7." I smile shyly. "Thank you," I say. "Are you sure you can't take more classes throughout the week?" she asks. "Yes," I say maybe a little too fast. I grab my bag and stand up. "I'm sorry," I say quickly, "I can't and I have to go home. Bye." Before I turn around and walk away I see the confusion on her face. "Bye?" I hear her say when I'm already outside the office walking away.

As I walk out of the building I look on my phone. 4:45 pm. The bus won't be there in another 15 minutes, so I decide to just walk since I don't want to be a second longer at the studio. It's so frustrated to know that I can't do the one thing I want to do for the rest of my life. Maybe following amazing dancers around the world on i********: isn't the best idea in my situation, but I just can't not do it. I love those dreams in which I'm an amazing dancer too. Where I was born in Canada, attended the same studio as Noah and I become his girlfriend. Yes I defiantly love those dreams, but not every dream is meant to become reality.