HOOKED
#2
Book
2
By
Claire Adams
This
book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are
products of the writer's imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not
to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual
events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental.
Copyright
© 2015 Claire Adams
Get
Each of My Newly Released Books for 99 Cents By Clicking Here
Read Hooked #1 By Clicking Here
Like
me on Facebook : http://www.facebook.com/pages/Claire-Adams/547513332025338
Newsletter :
– Click
here to get an email as soon as the next book in the series is available.
Get your
free copy of my never released book when you sign up for the authors VIP
mailing list.
Click
here to get your free book
CHAPTER
ONE
The next morning I woke up, feeling nearly hung-over
with the terrible news of the dance studio. I walked toward my kitchen table,
where small scraps of paper outlined my entire would-be week ahead; the older
ladies class on Tuesday, the younger girls every day at seven in the morning. I
looked at the clock on the wall and noted it was still five in the morning. I
could get out of it. What was the point, anyway? I would ultimately have to
tell them the studio was going to close; they would find other, better places
to learn to dance. Perhaps they would even make it in the wicked world without
me.
I sent a short, succinct text message to all of
their mothers and fathers, hoping they would receive it before sending their
daughters off with toe shoes into the brimming late-September cold of the
morning. “No Dance Today. Love, Ms. Molly.”
I nodded at it, satisfied. What was I going to do?
I called my dance assistant, Melanie. I listened to
the phone buzz over the city as the sun began to cast long shadows through the
Wicker Park buildings. I longed to see Lake Michigan in that moment, to see how
the morning cold was manipulating it, changing it. The coffee bubbled into the
pot behind me.
Finally, Melanie answered her phone. Her voice was
chipper, as if she had been awake for hours.
“Mel?” I whispered, finally hearing my voice for the
first time. I poured myself a cup of coffee and allowed the steam to waft up
over my face.
“Molly!” Melanie called to me. Her voice was
high-pitched, strained. “I’ve been awake for hours. Little Jackson has a cold.
Don’t you, Jackson?” She was cooing to her small baby; the bundle of joy that
had been her acceptance of her failed dance career.
“Poor baby,” I whispered, hanging my head. “Listen.
Mel. I need to talk to you.”
“What is it?” she asked. Her voice was still raspy.
“I can make it for the second class today, by the way. Probably not the first.
I need to drop Jack off at the babysitter. Second one at ten, yeah?”
“Don’t worry about it, Mel,” I whispered again. My
heart was beating so fast. “I think I’m going to just close the studio right
away.”
Mel sputtered. “What?”
“I already canceled the first class today, the young
high school girls.”
“Don’t cancel your classes already,” Mel pleaded.
“They need you for as long as they can have you. You’re a perfect dance
instructor; can’t you see that? Don’t. Don’t give up on this,” Mel whispered. I
could hear the baby cooing in the background, and I longed to be there with
them. My apartment was bleak around me. My coffee was decreasing at an alarming
rate. Would I be alone for the rest of my life?
“I just have to figure out what comes next. That’s
all,” I answered her. I hung up, after telling her I loved her, my only good
friend in the city. Mel was dumbfounded, sure; but perhaps she would
understand, through the next few weeks, that this dance thing was actually
holding her back, that other things, other organizations waited for her in the
rest of the world.
I sighed and stood up, knowing that nothing
#2
Book
2
By
Claire Adams
This
book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are
products of the writer's imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not
to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual
events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental.
Copyright
© 2015 Claire Adams
Get
Each of My Newly Released Books for 99 Cents By Clicking Here
Read Hooked #1 By Clicking Here
Like
me on Facebook : http://www.facebook.com/pages/Claire-Adams/547513332025338
Newsletter :
– Click
here to get an email as soon as the next book in the series is available.
Get your
free copy of my never released book when you sign up for the authors VIP
mailing list.
Click
here to get your free book
CHAPTER
ONE
The next morning I woke up, feeling nearly hung-over
with the terrible news of the dance studio. I walked toward my kitchen table,
where small scraps of paper outlined my entire would-be week ahead; the older
ladies class on Tuesday, the younger girls every day at seven in the morning. I
looked at the clock on the wall and noted it was still five in the morning. I
could get out of it. What was the point, anyway? I would ultimately have to
tell them the studio was going to close; they would find other, better places
to learn to dance. Perhaps they would even make it in the wicked world without
me.
I sent a short, succinct text message to all of
their mothers and fathers, hoping they would receive it before sending their
daughters off with toe shoes into the brimming late-September cold of the
morning. “No Dance Today. Love, Ms. Molly.”
I nodded at it, satisfied. What was I going to do?
I called my dance assistant, Melanie. I listened to
the phone buzz over the city as the sun began to cast long shadows through the
Wicker Park buildings. I longed to see Lake Michigan in that moment, to see how
the morning cold was manipulating it, changing it. The coffee bubbled into the
pot behind me.
Finally, Melanie answered her phone. Her voice was
chipper, as if she had been awake for hours.
“Mel?” I whispered, finally hearing my voice for the
first time. I poured myself a cup of coffee and allowed the steam to waft up
over my face.
“Molly!” Melanie called to me. Her voice was
high-pitched, strained. “I’ve been awake for hours. Little Jackson has a cold.
Don’t you, Jackson?” She was cooing to her small baby; the bundle of joy that
had been her acceptance of her failed dance career.
“Poor baby,” I whispered, hanging my head. “Listen.
Mel. I need to talk to you.”
“What is it?” she asked. Her voice was still raspy.
“I can make it for the second class today, by the way. Probably not the first.
I need to drop Jack off at the babysitter. Second one at ten, yeah?”
“Don’t worry about it, Mel,” I whispered again. My
heart was beating so fast. “I think I’m going to just close the studio right
away.”
Mel sputtered. “What?”
“I already canceled the first class today, the young
high school girls.”
“Don’t cancel your classes already,” Mel pleaded.
“They need you for as long as they can have you. You’re a perfect dance
instructor; can’t you see that? Don’t. Don’t give up on this,” Mel whispered. I
could hear the baby cooing in the background, and I longed to be there with
them. My apartment was bleak around me. My coffee was decreasing at an alarming
rate. Would I be alone for the rest of my life?
“I just have to figure out what comes next. That’s
all,” I answered her. I hung up, after telling her I loved her, my only good
friend in the city. Mel was dumbfounded, sure; but perhaps she would
understand, through the next few weeks, that this dance thing was actually
holding her back, that other things, other organizations waited for her in the
rest of the world.
I sighed and stood up, knowing that nothing
Similar Books
