As soon as I'm at Ally's house I run up to her shower and turn on the water.

I put it to the hottest temperature I can stand and step in. Washing out the yellow liquid, small clumps of banana go down the drain.

I squeeze a giant glob of strawberry shampoo into my hair and scrub like a maniac.

I want this disgusting banana smell out of my hair. I already hated bananas enough as it was, but now, now I don't think I'll probably ever eat a banana again.

Once I'm sure the smell is gone, I rinse my hair and step out of the shower, drying my hair and body.

I slip on a pair of grey sweatpants and a oversized pink t-shirt that Ally had left me in the bathroom. Then I wrap my long-to my watsr-hair into a towel, or I try really, but I fail seeing as my hair is too long and thick making the towel fall as soon as I let it go.

I step out of the bathroom and run down the stairs where Ally, Abigail, Tess, and Chloe are in the kitchen baking cookies.

Peanut butter with brown sugar crystals and a Hershey kiss on top.

When Tess sees me she smiles "hey we were hoping this would cheer you up" she says as she rolls a ball of dough into the brown sugar crystal.

I walk over to my friends and wrap them into a big group hug.

"Thank you guys so much, you're the best" I tell them before pinching a glob of dough and popping it into my mouth.

Moaning at the beautiful taste of peanut butter.

After they stick the cookies into the oven we all walk into the living room and slip John Tucker Must Die into the DVD player settling into the couch.

Halfway through the movie we're all chomping down on peanut butter cookies and talking about how badly guys suck.

Of course Chloe and Ally disagree seeing as how they have like perfect boyfriends.

But Tess and Abigail talk about guys as if they're the devil himself.

Even though Abigail is guy crazy, so I know she's just saying this to make me feel better, so I jump in talking about how guys can kiss my you-know-what.

We all laugh and a few minutes later somehow the conversation takes a turn and suddenly we're talking about how Allie Hamilton should have stayed with Lon Hammond instead of Noah on The Notebook. How they hell they came to that conclusion is beyond me. And then of course that somehow brings the conversation to how they should have ended the Batman movie series with the Joker killing Batman.

I'm laughing really hard at something Chloe had said when I get a notification on my phone.

I pull it out of my pocket to see a group message on Facebook from my dance coach. Chloe, Tess, and Ally all pull out their phones to look at their notification.

We're having dance practice today after school from 3:30-5:30. (And you girls that skipped-you know who you are-are also welcome)

I look up at my friends "are you guys going?" I ask. Abigail looks at us and frowns "going where? I feel so out of the loop, why didn't I get a message?" She asks.

I roll my eyes playfully "it's just Mrs. Danica, Abi"

We all agree we're going. I look at the time to see it's already 3:00. "Can someone drop me off at home so I can get ready?" I ask.

Tess nods "I'll drop everyone off now" she offers.

When I get home I pack my dance bag which includes: way too expensive dance shoes, two water bottles, a towel (for the shower we have to take afterward), a brush, deodorant, a few extra hair bows, and an extra change of clothes. Then I put on my bright blue sports bra, black leggings, and a baggy red t-shirt so that I don't have to walk around in just my sports bra before I get there.

I put my hair up into a high pony tail.

I get in my car and drive over to the school. Excited about finally getting to dance. It feels like I haven't danced in weeks even though it's only been four days.

I get out of my car and race inside, nearly everyone is there already, including Tess and Chloe. Ally still isn't of course, she's always late.

Mrs. Danica walks into the room.

"Alright everybody, let's get started."

She calls out clapping her hand three times, her way of ordering everyone to get into position.

I pull off my t-shirt, flinging it aside as I get in the front center row, the place Mrs Danica assigned for me.

We start by doing our warm up, we do neck isolations, hip swings, heel raises, leg swings, and lunge stretches.

By the end of this everyone is already getting tired but I feel like I just started with barely a sweat on me.

Each day we do different types of dance, Monday we do hip hop, jazz, Wednesday we do modern and tap, and Friday we do my favorite, ballet.

We start out doing my favorite dance routine that this class has, its a mixture of jazz and hip hop.

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Two hours later practice is over and I'm completely out of breath as I gulp down my second bottle of water.

"Time to take your shower everyone, go on!" Mrs Danica yells out.

We all head to the showers.

I step in, relishing the feel of cold water as it hits against my skin.

When I get out, after I put on my green fuzzy pajama pants and black hoodie, I step out of the locker room and walk onto the dance floor. I feel like staying longer. I want so badly to stay here longer and dance my heart out. To get out every emotion and to clear my head as I push through the motions and focus on one thing only, dancing. When I dance it's the only time that I feel like nothing matters, all my cares seem to just drift away almost instantly as I move my body to the music.

I bite my lip, my body itching to dance some more. Chloe walks out of the locker room and looks at me with a smile "you want to dance again don't you?" She questions, though she already knows what my answer is.

I nod enthusiastically, she walks up to me and laughs "we literally just got done dancing!" She exclaims.

"I know it's just, it was all routine. And I like our routines a lot, I really do, but I l just love the feeling of not having your dance planned out, of just winging it and dancing as you go." I tell her "well come on, it's friday, you can dance all you want over the weekend" she says.

I nod my head as we leave the studio even as I think about how it's not the same as when you're in a large studio all to yourself surrounded by mirrors.

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