“Top.  I’ve been there since I was 11.  Its not so bad now that I actually pay attention.”  She said giggling.  Obviously she remembered the times when we used to go to class together.  

“How is it?”  

“Good, same.  You know aunty Leila.  She’s like family but she’s also really strict some times.”  She said tying her pareo.  

I nodded my agreement feeling very nostalgic.  Aunty Leila the teacher was close friends with our families.  She usually came to all the gatherings and stuff.  Her hula classes aren’t really as strict and professional as some real teachers.  She doesn’t do the whole advertisement stuff.  She does her recitals and has pretty big classes but most of the people in her classes are family and or friends.  

“I’d bet she’d get a kick out of seeing me.”  I said laughing to myself.

“A kick or a heart attack.”  Spencer teased.  

“Hey”  I swatted her skirt.  “So I wasn’t the prized student.  I couldn’t have been the only one.”  I defended.  So maybe I didn’t practice as much as I should have.  And maybe I didn’t pay attention like all the others.  But in my defense I was a good dancer.

“Whatever Angel.  Believe what you like.”  She said with her face in the air.  I was about to come back with another snappy comeback when Paula walked in.

“I’m hearing more talking then dancing.”  She said with a glare in my direction.  I took that as my que to leave.  I really wanted to see Spencer dance but I rather not piss of the Paula.  

“I’m gonna go talk to Kyla.”  I said as I walked out of there.  I shot spencer a grin letting her know that I wasn’t upset.  She still scowled at her mom but I was gone and out of earshot if they were arguing.

“Whats up little sister.”  I said jumping onto the couch she was currently sitting on.  

“Aww Ash you made me fall.  I was doing so well!”  She groaned.  I rolled my eyes and made myself comfortable.  Kyla was sitting cross legged on the floor with an iPad in her hand.  I think it was Matts.