Alter Ego- (Kirstin Maldonado/ Mirstie)✔️

Progolue

Kirstie's POV
The world wide tour is coming up. I honestly just want to stay with Olaf and Jeremy. The guys keep asking me if I'm okay to which I answer that I'm fine. I'm happy. I'm, well, me. Kirstin Taylor Maldonado. I went to the rehearsal for our upcoming world tour. Same old dance moves, same old songs. Nothing, and I mean nothing, was new. Every one of the crew guys roll their eyes at me like I'm something they wish they could get rid of. The band members ignore me like I'm some kind of waste of space. The truth is, yeah, I feel like shit no matter what I do... I've got to snap out of it.
"Kirstie!" Esther called snapping in my face.
"What?" I said flinching.
"We're going to go practice your song selections starting with problem, c'mon the boys are waiting." I followed behind her, luckily she is still talking to me. None of the boys have talked to me in weeks. What have I possibly done? I walked into the room only to notice the rest of Pentatonix playing on their phones, obviously awaiting my arrival. I sat down at the table and watch Kevin press a note on the keyboard. We then went over problem. It was smooth as always. Nothing went wrong, except for the fact no one would even make eye contact with me the entire time. Once we were done all the guys went into a room across he hall, and shut the door. No words, no "bye Kirstie!" No nothing. I tried to go into the room but the door was locked. I knocked on the door, nothing. What is wrong with them? Soon I gave up and sat down and just, thought. Why haven't I slept in ages? Why do I feel the need to make myself a victim in every situation? Then I thought, Jere- before I could even finish my thought, I began to close my eyes and quickly fell asleep.

Mitch's POV
"Guys I really just think she shouldn't be in the band anymore," Kevin said sitting up. I do agree but Pentatonix wouldn't be the same without Kirstie.
"Her singing is getting worse by the minute," Scott said nodding his head.
"Not to mention her attitude is becoming very bad," Avi said rubbing his temples with his fingers.
"Even though those reasons are all true," I said slowly, "we wouldn't be Pentatonix without Kirstie," all the boys nodded their heads agreeing. Sadly even I knew we couldn't do this anymore. "I think we should get a new mezzo-soprano," I sighed, "Kirstie just isn't enough anymore," all the guys agreed and we headed outside to find Kirstie sleeping peacefully on the couch. All the guys knew how hard it was going to be to tell Kirstie especially when she's been so far with the group. But we got to do what's right. And that is getting rid of Kirstie.
Kirstie's POV
I woke up hearing voice around me, whispering ones too. I closed my eyes again to make it look like I was sleeping so I could hear.
"We just can't have her in the group anymore," Mitch's voice.
"I know but she's gone so far with you guys, you should try and help her," Esther's voice. I took a deep breath trying to hold back my tears. They were kicking me out. The people I loved the most were kicking me out, but why?
"Esther she's become depressed, rude, and her singing is becoming awful." Scott's voice. All these people who I thought were my best friends, now hate me. I heard Esther sigh.
"Boys I know that this is your decision but you have to at least give Kirstie a second chance, fix her," at least Esther was saving me.
"I'm sorry sis but we can't deal with her anymore," Avi said with a sigh. Tears were now streaming down my face silently and gladly no one noticed. Soon everyone walked out of the room and left me alone. It was just me, myself, and I. I sniffled and wiped away my tears before anyone saw me. I opened my eyes and sat up, pretending to wake up. Mitch came in and smiled weakly at me. I smiled back. I knew he was going to be the one to break the news to me. I didn't even realize how red and puffy my eyes were until Mitch looked at me concerned.
"Kirstie were you crying?" I looked down at my hands and nodded.
"Bad dreams?" He said sitting next to me and rubbing my arm.
"Ya I had a dream that you guys kicked me out of the band," Mitch immediately tensed up. He knows never to lie to me, but he did.
"Kirstie we would never kick you out," I just looked down at my hands, but in my head I was scoffing at him and slapping him. He really hates me this much, just like the rest of them.