It was a busy October morning in Ann Arbor. The weather was particularly cold. At any rate, I was determined to get to
the dance academy. I decided to officially make my leap back into the real world. I’m quite nervous, and not at all sure how things will go with Courtney or Keyla.
I wish I could have walked, but the wind was just too frigid. There was snow all over the side of the roads. It was inevitable I had to drive my car. Wow, it had been such a long time since I drove it. The last time I took it out was when Leo and I attended our graduation parties. Boy! those were the days. I can still hear his voice calling out.
“We did it, Mia!”
I jumped into his arms, and we hugged and kissed. Oh! We all had such a fun time at graduation; all was going according to plan. As I recalled how happy we both were and I hear his laughter as he hugged me, I tried to hold back my tears. I wanted to get through this day. After all, I’ve not talked with anyone at the academy since the funeral, and even though I did text Courtney and Keyla a few times after that, I pretty much shut them out. In all fairness, I’ve been ignoring everyone. The only ones I’ve even tried to communicate with briefly are the Dancys, and even that’s hard.
I couldn’t bear their house anymore. Each time I walked there, the reminders of Leo were everywhere—pictures all the way from grade school to graduation. My parents tell me Mrs. Dancy has not touched his room. She just left things the way he had them.
I could relate. I still had all those pictures of him all over my room, and I had no intention of moving them for now. Anyway, as I pulled closer to the academy my heart began racing faster. I didn’t even know how they would react. In all fairness, I knew I was hurting, but I’m not sure they understood just how much. All I know was the Mia that was there before is not here now. Before all this happened, I was bubbly and always willing to joke around. Now, I can barely let out a smile. I also wear my long hair in a scrunchie, just so I don’t have to fix it. Not that I was ever one who
wore a lot of makeup, but now it is non-existent.
Mom and Dad were right. I did look pale. I just never really bothered to take a look at myself. Boy, as I glared into the rearview mirror, I let out a big gasp. “Wow, I do look different!” My hair was very long and I had lost weight. I had always been a bit on the curvy side and here I stood with a weaker and frail frame. All I could do now was try to get back into life. The moment of truth was here.
Here goes nothing.