Drinks

When I got home, I locked the bike in the shed and went into the house.

"Hey mum! I'm back! ”I called through the house. No Answer. I sighed. I already knew what was going on so I went into the kitchen and looked at the refrigerator door.

There was a little pink note from my mum stuck there. I took it off and sat at the table in the dining room.

The letter said: Hey honey, I'm sorry, but I had to leave urgently. There was an emergency and I had to go straight away. I don't know when I'll be back, it can be late. Dad's late too. He has an appointment with friends to celebrate a friend's birthday. There's food in the fridge. I love you! Have fun dancing and practice playing your instruments, yes? Mum. It

was clear that another emergency had happened. I barely had an afternoon alone with my mum. How then? She was a doctor in the hospital around here and very important there. Of course I understood that she was important there and that she was brought, but sometimes I was really sad that she wasn't there to ask me things like "How was school?" And as for the instruments. Of course I would practice, but I couldn't play all four instruments at the same time. Although it would sound pretty good if I played guitar, piano, drums and violin all at the same time. But I only had 2 hands. Bad luck.

I went to the fridge because I was very hungry. I looked inside. At least Mum had made pancakes. My favorite food.

I ate the pancakes, then cleaned up the kitchen, and then went to my room.

I sat down at my desk. My eyes fell on the clock. 14 o'clock. I had 1 hour left before I had to dance. Today it was partner dances.

My week was always fully booked. Partner dances on Thursday, hip-hop on Friday, horse riding on Monday and Saturday and on Tuesday I have music lessons.

I turned on my laptop, got my homework on my bag as it booted, and started to work. When my laptop started up, I opened the internet and logged into Facebook. I looked at my news. Everyone in my class wrote to Paul on the wall that they were so happy that he was visiting us. I rolled my eyes. They made such a big event out of it. I was really looking forward to Paul coming, but I didn't have to spam the pin board straight away.

Yeah you got me. I fell in love with Paul. But I would never tell him. Why? 1. I was too shy and 2. what was the point? He would laugh at me and become the mockery of the class. And I really didn't need that.

Now I was doing my homework. Then I looked at the clock. 2:45 p.m. I had to go. I turned off my laptop, picked up my bag, and went outside.

I got my bike out of the shed and drove off.

When I arrived I immediately went to the changing rooms, where the other girls were already changing. They discussed who was assigned whom. Everyone would of course like to have Timo as their dance partner. I did not take part in the conversation. Not that I wouldn't also like Timo as a dance partner.

When we went into the hall and sat down on the bench, Mrs. Lilie came up to us.

“Well, I’ll divide into pairs now too. So ... Ivette and Tom. Lina and Timo ... “, she divided the rest. But we weren't many, just 6 couples.

Timo came up to me. He and his parents were good family friends. So of course we spent a little time together when we barbecued or when I went to dance, but we weren't really friends. So not that I know of, although I always had a lot of fun with him. Timo had brown hair, brown eyes and was about 1.80 tall.

"May I ask?" Asked Timo, who had now reached me, with a slight bow.

"Of course!" I replied, took his hand, which he held out to me, and curtsied. Timon led me to the middle of the hall. We both weren't afraid of being watched while dancing because we were the best dancers in the group. At least a place where I wouldn't almost faint if I had to stand in front of me and explain or demonstrate something.

"Well. We're going to dance the cha, cha, cha in a moment. Does anyone no longer know how to walk or does someone have problems with it? ”Asked Ms. Lilie. Nobody answered.

She went to the system and turned on the music. It was Mamacita from Marc Madlock. I hated this guy. The music was actually okay, but everyone could write such songs. There was nothing special about his music.

Timo started to lead me through the dance. I loved dancing. There you could immerse yourself in the music and just let your feelings run free. Dancing was my passion. It made me happy.

My mother always said that when I was a little kid I always danced when I was sad or particularly happy. I always sang too.

"Do you want to come to me on Sunday? We could go to the cinema or something ”, Timo asked after a short time.

"Sure, we can do it," I said before I had to turn.

"Cool! Then come to me around 3 p.m. You still know where I live, don't you? ”He asks me with a grin.

"Hmm ... no ... I don't think so. Of course I know where you live! ”I said with a laugh.

“Good!” We danced on in silence. We never actually talked when we danced. Frau Lily had forbidden us to do that. She said it was better to concentrate on the dance because you could also talk in the cafe. You didn't have to go dancing for that. Dancing was the most important thing for Mrs. Lilie.

The dance was over and we went to the changing rooms for a drink. We danced a little more and then Mrs. Lily closed the class for today because she still had a doctor's appointment.

So I went home on my bike.