Basorexia - J.MAGUIRE

[1.20] step

The day that followed, Ciara burst into laughter upon seeing her friends at the bus stop all dressed with pink shirts. Poor James looked absolutely miserable, it wasn't as if he didn't receive enough difficulty from other students however Orla seemed to love her new shirt and even expressed her joy about the entire situation.

Later in the day, after a call of an emergency from Erin, the group all gathered in the library and attempted to help her with the school newsletter that she was now fully and completely in charge of. Yet her entire team had ditched and she did not have a singular idea. Chip sat with her boots crossed up on a chair, reading a book that had lived in her bag for a little too long, while she helped James get to grips with the computer. Michelle was attempting to help Erin with ideas but instead just chose to have a smoke, Orla was practising her step, Clare was battling with the photocopier and Erin could not be prized from the chalkboard with minimal writing scrambled across it. "How do I do a new line again?" James asked at a whisper, as to not disturb Michelle and suffer the wrath of her impatience.

"Return," Chip answered softly and calmly as she flicked over a page in her book, not finding the storyline to be anything that attention grabbing. She paused in her reading, looking up from the page without moving her head and watched as James pressed the button, squinting at the screen. Her attention was grabbed from James' perplexion by Clare ferociously beating up the copier, minorly screaming in pure frustration.

"Enough, come on. We need to make a call on our lead story," Erin called out, stopping all Clare's attacks and James' confusion with the computer. Reluctantly, Ciara slipped her book into her open bag and joined the others who gathered around the chalkboard as they waited for Erin to say something else. Everyone apart from Orla, who had moved closer but just continued to do her step only less enthusiastic than before. "Okay so...Would you stop doing that, please?"

"I can't let my heart rate drop, I'm afraid Erin," Orla responded with a shake of her head, her hands doing some elaborate movement that completely spun Ciara's already weakened focus out of control.

Erin sighed and turned back to the blackboard, choosing to ignore her cousin as they were on a time crunch and did not have the time for the delays any arguments would cause. "So firstly, animals. And secondly...shoes of the world."

Chip, feeling awfully confused as to how those two things would elaborate into decent stories for the newspaper, glanced at the clock and realised that she was beyond late for a meeting with Sister Michael. Dr. W had mandated the meetings as a way for Chip to express any stresses in school but they usually just became a gossip session over tea. "As much as I love these ideas, gotta run. Sister Michael wants to see me," she cleared her throat, breaking away from the group to go and grab her bag which had been dumped next to James'.

"What did you do?" Michelle questioned almost instantly, laughing at the hilarity of the entire situation. Chip rarely got told off for anything, even the blatant uniform violations because she was a 'good student' and never faltered in achieving well.

"She caught me smoking," Chip shrugged, as she headed out of the door. The door creaked shut behind her and once freed, she continued to walk the rather long way to Sister Michael's office to avoid running into anyone that would stop her for a chat. She hated small talk with such passion that she often walked away from people that looked like they wanted to talk. She even paused outside for a short smoke, hidden in the bushes and away from any nuns prying eyes.

Five to ten minutes later, once she had wasted enough time, Chip headed down the long corridor to Sister Michael's office and felt rather glad to see the corridor completely empty. No lingering students, no staff and not a soul to witness and therefore ask questions. But suddenly, Clare's voice echoed down the corridor causing her to stop instantly. "Chip!" she yelled, pink in the face from running all the way from the library with he hope of catching her before she went into the office.