Her Eyes
Dreads Feds, Grateful Dead, and doesn't take meds.
Mason O’Rear was tired. She was tired of coming home and cleaning blood off her tights, she was tired of ice packing her legs, but most of all, she was tired of dancing. Which posed a problem. There was only one way she could quit, and that was by forfeiting the rest of her life. And she was considering it. She sat on a barstool and pulled out the many medicine bottles she would be messing with. She often wondered what it would be like to take one too many of a certain pill.
She popped a yellow pillow into her mouth and swallowed. That one helped with her balance. Would two pills make her able to stand up straight for the first time in years? The next was a thin white pill. Good for muscle degeneration. Maybe if she took three, she’d stop twitching. But as each pill disappeared, so did her attitude. There was nothing that could help her now. And as much as she hated to admit it, she was giving up.
Her phone lit up on the coffee table and started vibrating with such force that it scooted itself off the table. She chuckled and bent over to retrieve it from the floor. After unlocking it, she gazed at the screen, trying to read the small print.
”Hello Ms. Prima Ballerina. It’s Mr. Big Shot Hockey Player.” She smiled when she realized that not only had returned her phone, but he’d also added his number to her contacts. She quickly texted him back and their conversation went from there. Hours went by that contained constant ringing and smiles, from both sides, and by the end of their conversation it was nearly eleven at night.
Jordan Staal knew that he had to be up early for practice the next day, but he couldn’t bring himself to say goodnight to the brunette. Mason O’Rear knew that she had to get sleep before her brutal rehearsal tomorrow morning, but she couldn’t seem to type out the words that would end their conversation.
Jordan wanted to see her, soon, so he did the only thing he could think of: he invited her to his hockey practice, with a surprise to follow. Mason automatically agreed, though she knew it would be a rush to get showered after her rehearsal. But she wasn’t going to pass up the opportunity to see this boy again.
And then she realized what this was. This was a date. She smiled and butterflies erupted in her stomach. And then she huffed. He had asked her out on a date through a text, a fact that she pointed out.
Not thirty seconds later, her phone went blank and then started to buzz, Jordan’s name showing up on the screen. She pressed the green button and put the phone up to her ear.
“Hello?” She heard a deep sigh.
“Would you like to come to my hockey practice.”
“I would. And what else do you have to ask?”
“Mason O’Rear, would you do me the honor of going on a date with me?” Mason giggled and sighed.
“Why Jordan Staal, I would love to.” And with that, she pressed the red button, and sent him the text message she hadn’t wanted to send earlier. Telling him to sleep well.
And as Mason O’Rear laid down to go to sleep that night, she realized that for the first time in a long time, she was looking forward to rehearsal. There’s a first time for everything.
She popped a yellow pillow into her mouth and swallowed. That one helped with her balance. Would two pills make her able to stand up straight for the first time in years? The next was a thin white pill. Good for muscle degeneration. Maybe if she took three, she’d stop twitching. But as each pill disappeared, so did her attitude. There was nothing that could help her now. And as much as she hated to admit it, she was giving up.
Her phone lit up on the coffee table and started vibrating with such force that it scooted itself off the table. She chuckled and bent over to retrieve it from the floor. After unlocking it, she gazed at the screen, trying to read the small print.
”Hello Ms. Prima Ballerina. It’s Mr. Big Shot Hockey Player.” She smiled when she realized that not only had returned her phone, but he’d also added his number to her contacts. She quickly texted him back and their conversation went from there. Hours went by that contained constant ringing and smiles, from both sides, and by the end of their conversation it was nearly eleven at night.
Jordan Staal knew that he had to be up early for practice the next day, but he couldn’t bring himself to say goodnight to the brunette. Mason O’Rear knew that she had to get sleep before her brutal rehearsal tomorrow morning, but she couldn’t seem to type out the words that would end their conversation.
Jordan wanted to see her, soon, so he did the only thing he could think of: he invited her to his hockey practice, with a surprise to follow. Mason automatically agreed, though she knew it would be a rush to get showered after her rehearsal. But she wasn’t going to pass up the opportunity to see this boy again.
And then she realized what this was. This was a date. She smiled and butterflies erupted in her stomach. And then she huffed. He had asked her out on a date through a text, a fact that she pointed out.
Not thirty seconds later, her phone went blank and then started to buzz, Jordan’s name showing up on the screen. She pressed the green button and put the phone up to her ear.
“Hello?” She heard a deep sigh.
“Would you like to come to my hockey practice.”
“I would. And what else do you have to ask?”
“Mason O’Rear, would you do me the honor of going on a date with me?” Mason giggled and sighed.
“Why Jordan Staal, I would love to.” And with that, she pressed the red button, and sent him the text message she hadn’t wanted to send earlier. Telling him to sleep well.
And as Mason O’Rear laid down to go to sleep that night, she realized that for the first time in a long time, she was looking forward to rehearsal. There’s a first time for everything.
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3/15/18