Clifford’s Dancer – Episode 4

Clifford’s Dancer.

-Do Not Copy-

Written by Feathers.

Chapter 4

Edwin.

Clifford, Earl, Elmer, Harold and I walked inside the band’s building, we all sat at the living room happily.

David walked in few seconds later and said; “Congrautlations.”

Clifford lowered his head and didn’t reply David.

“Are you surprised Alma showed up?” David asked.

“Shouldn’t I? did you arrange that?” Clifford asked David with a cold look.

“Why would I? But I was glad she showed up otherwise, there is no way you could have won Stanley…” David said.

“You think I won because of her little performance?” Clifford asked.

“Yes brother. We all know we lead Stanley because of Alma…to me frank.” Earl said.

Clifford stood and walked away without saying a word.

We arrived at school the following morning, we were walking towards her class when Clifford suddenly paused and said; “Harolld, Almer, Earl
…. you can proceed to the class, I’ll join you soon.”

Harold, Almer and Earl walked away subserviently.

“Edwin, do you know what class that poor girl is?” Clifford asked me.

“Class 7.” I answered briefly.

“Take me there.” He said and I led him to the where Class 7 was.

We stood by the entrance of the class and all the students who had been discussing casually stopped and gazed their attention on Clifford.

“OMG! Clifford is here.
Jeez! Whom did he come for?
Gosh….see how handsome he is.
See his lips….I can’t die without kissing it…” These and many more were many more words from students to Clifford.

“Seems she’s not in class.” I whispered into Clifford’s ear.

Clifford then walked out of the class with me but we were still around the vicinity of the class.

“Where could she be?” He asked.

“Give me a minute, let me make enquiry.” I said and he nodded.

I then walked back inside the class and sighted a girl, I walked to her and said; “Did Alma have a friend here?”

“Sure…that girl.” She pointed at a girl with a big green hair.

I walked to her and she furrowed her brow in surprise.

I could see nervousness expressed all over her face.

“Your name is…?” I asked.

“Jennifer.” She answered softly and politely.

“Alma seems to be absent, is she still coming to school?” I asked her.

“Yes….yes, please….she’s still coming.” She answered.

“Okay, should we wait for her or you would come to tell me in my class when she comes?” I questioned.

She checked her watch and said; “I think she’s around already, Alma comes before 7;30 AM.”

“Where could she have branched?” I asked her.

“She’s in school, she’s probably in one of the empty rooms upstairs, she goes there at her leisure times to rehearse.” She said.

“Rehearse? like rehearse how to dance?” I asked.

“Yes.” She answered.

“Come with me.” I said and she followed me out to meet Clifford.

I explained all that Jennifer said to him.

Clifford then spoke softly to me, he hates to speak with poor people or average people.

“Clifford want you to lead us to the empty room.” I said to her and she nodded.

She lead us to the room and said; “Right here.”

I peeked through the window and saw Alma dancing perfectly to one of Clifford’s song that was being played on her phone.

She was dancing beautifully and skillfully.

“What did you see?” Clifford asked me and I took my face away from the window

“You may leave.” I said to Jennifer and she walked away.

“You need to see it yourself.” I said to Clifford.

He hesitated for few seconds before peeking through the window.

I was surprised that after ten minutes, Clifford was still watching Alma dance.