• The cold water felt good against my face as I opened my eyes fully. I had once scar from surgery that ran from my ear to my chin, but it actually complimented me in a crazy way. I asked for a week by myself, away from Julian and Fakir. I could breathe without them here, and today I am going to get my eyes examined for a pair of glasses.
    And, now that my dancing career is positively over, I’m thinking about going into acting. Or something that I can use the past emotions I’ve felt for others to experience with the way I talk or move. And they do teach acting in the art college so it would work out.

    Professionally talking, I must admit that I look absolutely clever in the pair of glasses I picked out; black, with silver lining on the lenses and in a square shape. Amazingly clever. I can walk a little better after 3 months of therapy, and I can talk a little better.; it still sounds a little scratchy, and my memory has came back almost 100 percent but, I still can’t remember who helped me to the hospital. The only things I can remember is waking up to that nurse’s voice and freaking out. But, I think it’ll come to me, one day.
    Disregarding Julian’s generous offer I still wouldn’t feel right living with his grandmother, I would be an imposition. So I’m renting my own dorm and all of my stuff has been moved already. It’s not like I’m running away from my problems though, I’m facing them, just one step at a time.

    My first day of acting class, my heart was pounding so fast that I could hear it ringing in my ears. I didn’t know anyone, but everyone knew me. It’s hard to face that kind of publicity, people staring at you and how you walk. But I didn’t care; I still walked in with my head held high and bursted in the classroom with pride.

    “Hello, my name is Julie. I’m joining this class; I hope you welcome me with all your kindness.” I said smiling, watching as there eyes judged me by my appearance and attitude.
    “Why hello there Julie, you can sit in any open seat.” I gazed at him, my teacher. Studying his facial features, you could say he is a very handsome man. Broad shoulders, deep brown eyes and a couple freckles. His long black hair was pulled into a pony tail, and he looked poetic dressed in all black. I coughed and sat into an empty chair next to a girl with a very slender body and pale skin. I opened my notebook, ready to take notes.
    My teacher coughed and turned his back to the board; writing across in big, loopy handwriting ‘Facial Expressions.’ Then he turned back, opening his lips to a smile. It nearly took my breath away by how white it was. He took a deep breath and said,
    “Facial Expressions are everything; it tells people how you’re feeling without speaking. They are important evening a tiny school play or a million dollar movie. You know you are ready to be an actor or actress when you can tell people how you’re feeling without facial expressions and just holding it inside your eyes.” He smiled once more, “Some people are good at showing emotion by experience,” he glanced at me, “And some are good by just knowing.” He turned and looked at the board once more, writing ‘Sad’ then turning back.
    His face had no expression. It was blank, but his eyes had everything. I looked and felt my heart become cold by his eyes, they teared and it made my whole body shiver. Then he turned back to the board and wrote ‘Angry’ then turning back,
    His eyes turned black, and his brows furrowed, and I felt scared. I moved back in my seat and squirmed. I felt like I was a little kid about to get lectured by an extremely mad father. Then we heard a cry from the back of the room, a girl with red hair and green eyes was crying. She looked absolutely terrified and scared for her life. I turned back to my teacher and he quickly smiled, and the girl stopped crying and felt embarrassed. He looked into my eyes and then said “That is the type of reaction you need from people. You need them to be terrified or sad. Now the bell is going to ring in 2 minutes so we must stop here. This week we are covering negative emotions, but next week we shall go over positive emotions. Thank you.” He coughed and then turned to the board, erasing what he wrote, and the bell rang. I could’ve sworn someone glued me to my seat because I couldn’t move.