House of Cards
The wind playfully caresses my hair as I recline in the stiff wooden chair on the uneven, overgrown grass. The distant muffled sound of laughter, chatter, and a rousing game of Guitar Hero mesh with the soft acoustic music coming from the ipod on the stairwell, my ipod. I close my eyes and forget where I am.
This is bliss.
A tap on the shoulder snaps me back to reality. "I heard you're an amazing dancer, come show us your moves." I laugh to myself but oblige anyway. I forget how stupid I look. Nobody believes me that I have no idea what I'm doing and that's when it hits me; nobody has to know.
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