Clifford’s Dancer – Episode 3

Clifford’s Dancer.

-Do Not Copy-

Written by Feathers.

Chapter 3

Alma.

I felt the gaze on everyone on me, including Clifford and his brothers, after dancing with them for a while, I stylishly dissapeared to the backstage.

I hurriedly went to a room that I had changed into a very beautiful and exorbitant dress to perform, I changed back into my casual dress and ran out.

The dress was not mine and I hope that the owner would not hunt me , I stepped down hurriedly and as I hurry, I collapsed into someone.

His beautiful scents covered me and before I could see who he was, he spoke softly; “Be careful, miss.”

I raised my head and was surprised to see Stanley. He was the one that was suppose to lead tonight’s show, he might lead though cause I do not know if my little performance if clifford and with band will make them win.

“I’m sorry.” I apologized for the way I collided at him and ran away from the vicinity of the building.

“Job done.” I typed those words and sent it to Jennifer.

She had encouraged me to dare it. Though I was scared of the aftermath but… I just have to find a way of telling the world I have a very good dancing skill.

I took a cab home and I saw Jennifer already standing at the entrance, she ran to me and we hugged.

“You did it!” She screamed. “I can’t believe it.”

“I can not believe it too but I did it.” I said and we hugged again.

“What did you think Clifford will think about me?” I asked her.

“Hum…it depends, if he wins Stanley, he will start realizing that he is dependent on you, if he lose….I don’t know what he may do.” She answered and I nodded.

“We’ll see in school tomorrow.” She said.

“Sure.” I replied.

She smiled broader and left.

I sighed and twisted the knob of the door, I walked in.

I saw my mom drinking pap and my mood turned into a sad one.

I walked to her and sat before her.

“Mom, didn’t dad come home with any money today?” I asked.

“Just work hard and become somebody, it seems as if your dad and I are cursed with poverty.” She said indifferently and continued drinking her pap.

“Mom, I wish there is a way I can help…” I said.

“Have you eaten?” She asked.

“No…but I’ll take noodles at night.” I answered.

“You see that, how can my daughter not eat breakfast, not eat lunch even the dinner you are planning to eat at night is just one noodle…God!” My mom said and the spoon she was using to eat fell from her hand.

She commenced crying bitterly.

I lowered my head sadly and raised it back, my dad walked in at that moment.

He stood akimbo with a very sad and stressed look.

“I worked hard today but…I could only come back with $15…it was said that we would be paid at the end of the month.” My dad said bitterly.

The $15 is not even enough for us to eat for a day.

He went to sit beside my mom and could not do anything but watch her sob.

My dad who has been trying to be strong, brought out the $15 he came back with and dropped it on the table.

Tears streamed gently from his face too, he didn’t make any sound just that his mouth was shaking.

My dad stood and said; “You can take this $15 and use it to eat, I’ll starve this night.” My dad said and turned in a bit to start walking to his room.

“But dad… you haven’t eaten anything today, you can use it to buy food, I’ll be fine.” I said.

“No, you haven’t even eaten anything since morning. Use it please.” He walked away.

I lowered my head and cried too, I was experiencing teir one poverty. I do hope I get out of these soon.