Dancing elegantly around each other coyly without any music, they neither met nor touched. The movement on the marbled checkered floor echoed in the majestic hall, as all eyes gazed on them, occasionally clapping. It seemed to on forever for the dancers dressed in black and white, gracefully moving in a combination of steps used for decades, until only there were four dancers left. Two dressed in black, two dressed in white. The dance was almost complete, soon there would be a solo dancer left on the floor engulfed in celebration. This time it would be white.
“Checkmate,” said the girl as she made her final move and then rested her hands on her navy pleated skirt. Her opponent just sat in shock. A delighted innocent smile appeared on her face as she rose for the parents’ applause like Mr. Parsons told her, before shaking the dumbfounded runner up’s hand and leaving the stage, her boots tapping gently on the wooden floor.
The reward ceremony would take place later. She would come on the stage and be presented with a small cup with the school’s name and event engraved finely. Georgina, her best friend, would also recieve the cup which she had won in a fierce match of tennis the day before. It was going to be perfect!
She pictured her being presented with the cup, the headmistress shaking her hand, the audience’s applause, her father’s proud face, her mother joyfully weeping and then his face appeared brightly smiling. Julian. He was a best friend of Georgina’s brother who she had met during a stay at Georgina’s house last summer. He only spoke to her a few times but she adored him, her boy with the sparkling blue eyes.