Dancing

Studying sucks. I've lost nearly a week in papers and work. After the conversation with Jake and the time spent with Alaric, I'm beginning to rethink this whole thing.

"Come on, Ruby, for a week you have stared at it, decide."

"If I do this, I'm essentially cutting all ties to my parents," I think. They won't forgive me.

"Right, you wouldn't be there if it wasn't for your parents. Your life would be entirely different if you had chosen for yourself." She sits in front of me.

"How bad will it be?" I laugh at her words. "I mean it, they already ignore you and see you as unworthy of their time. Why are you still doing this shit to make them happy?" She pushes all my work on the floor.

Groaning, I move, and she stops me. "This was what they wanted. This is what they expected. You spent the week doing the work while staring at that brochure. If you want to dance, dance, screw studying."

"It's not that simple."

"Explain it to me."

"I loved dancing. I did it every day after school. They had