Weak || Bang Chan

thirty five

Song:
Secret Secret by Stray Kids
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I pulled up outside the dance studio that Olivia had been going to for years. It was an old grey building, quite unsuspecting, but it had the dance school's banner hung over the doorway.

Tugging on the glass door, it opened with little effort and I stepped into the dimly lit hallway entrance. I was pretty certain that the building used to be a town hall or community hall or something like that but now it was mostly used for sports classes that needed hall space, like fencing or Zumba or, of course, dance.

I headed towards the hall, light spilling out of the doorway as music blared, shaking the walls.

"And five, six, seven, eight!"

I stepped into the hall, my eyes immediately looking for a bench to sit on across the wall. On the far side, the wall was lined with mirrors as about ten different teenagers practiced their dance, their teacher was a woman in her thirties with black hair in a bun and workout attire.

I spotted Olivia as I sat down on the wooden bench, dancing her little heart out to Just Dance by Lady Gaga. I smiled as I watched her, her talent was clearly genetic in her family.

"Okay, superstars, let's take five!" The dance teacher instructed as she turned down the music volume.

Olivia caught my eye and immediately came bounding over to me, "Rose!"

"Hello, Liv," I smiled, happy to see her. She wore her long hair up in a ponytail with a baggy purple t-shirt over a black vest top and workout leggings.

"How come you're here?"

"I came to pick you up when you're done," I told her.

She looked at me skeptically, "I thought you had work?"

"I, uh, I quit."

She rolled her eyes at me, already envisioning what could've happened that led to me renouncing my job.

"You need to get your anger under control," the girl sighed, shaking her head, "What did Eomma say?"

I sighed with a half hearted smile, "She said exactly the same thing."

Olivia only rolled her eyes, shaking her head. Even though she was sixteen, she had the oldest soul I had ever known. She was definitely a wise woman in her last life.

"Ya," Olivia perked up, "Do you want to join us?"

"Oh," I looked past her shoulder at the teenagers that were getting ready to start their dance lesson again, "I don't know if that's-,"

"Miss Peters? Can my sister join us?" Olivia called over to the teacher.

"Liv!"

"Of course, she can," the teacher gave us a smile and gestured for us to come over to the mirrors.

Olivia began to beam, turning back to me with excitement, "Come on! Both your therapist and Eomma said that you need to find an outlet."

"Liv, I don't wanna!" I whined as the small girl began tugging on my arm.

"Please?" She gave me puppy eyes, yanking my arm until it felt like it was going to pop out of the socket.

"Okay, fine!" I huffed, getting up as Olivia began grinning, leading me over to the middle of the make-shift dance studio.

All the teenagers began to eye me up and I felt ridiculous. I was still wearing black skinny jeans, Dr Martens and my work polo. As I came to stand beside Olivia, I looked into the mirror ahead of us and tossed my hair up into a ponytail.