-Is There Still Hope?
The next morning we have dance class, I like to dance but my classmates are so boring that the class gives me laziness sometimes.
This time we are putting together a choreography by teams and for my misfortune Chris is on my team. Is the whole world agreed to see me in these situations and only make fun of me before my suffering?
Zoey is the one that puts the steps of choreography along with other classmates.
The truth is that I always pretend that I am doing something in this kind of classes but the laziness wins me sometimes and I only stay there until they finish. I only follow them and that's all.
After several minutes practicing the choreography, they decide it would be better if we accompany it with accessories or something to bring in our hands. A classmate goes for some ribbons and give it to some colleagues but not to me.
Hello! I'm here, I am painted or what?
I raise my hands to Zoey with a sign that I have not received anything.