Dancer || Self Para
Tagging: River Puckerman
Time: 11/28 .... 2am
Location: Work and Apartment
You have never felt so alive in your life, there is something about being on stage that just drives you. You teach classes between and after classes and you really dance at night. You get down to your panties before quitting, it's not really as degrading as it seems; a lie you continue to tell yourself. But you never really think about the down side and the bright side, a curtain drops when you pick up your money. And you have time to do homework a lot of the girls have great stories and they let you use it for stories. You get tragically wrapped in their bubble.
With each passing day your dad talks less and less to you, especially after you burned up the books at the store. You feel desperately alone and cling to your pillow nightly. No one is around to listen to you. But you are funny, pretty damn sexy, and a fucking sex shark. No one should ever know that you call yourself a 'sex shark'. But you're your own g-damn spirit animal, you roar in the morning, it's a ritual. You use to do it with your dad every morning when you still lived together. You roar, you're an 18 year old college student and you fucking roar. Dear God, you need friends.
You always walk home like a dumb ass, in yoga pants and a huge sweater that belonged to your daddy. But you also carry a brick in your Nike bag if anyone tries anything funny. You can fight, you're a fucking Puckerman. Of course you can fight. When you make it up to your room, you lie down on the couch, work sucks so bad. Well not really, you just get so tired some times that it sucks. But you suppose you could pass out to 'Where the wilds things are' and call it a good night.