"Her or me?" A tear rolled down Michelle's puffy cheek, "You have to make a decision."
For Michelle, life has always been about control- control in the studio, in her friendships, and even in the secrets she hides. But with an unexpected pregnancy...
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I can't sleep. We have auditions tomorrow for the solo spot, and I'm filled with dread. I know that I probably won't get it as there are much stronger dancers on the team but I'm still holding onto the little hope I have that I could be good enough.
Michelle has driven us all to become insecure when it comes to our dancing. She demands perfection, and if you're not good enough, she wastes no time in letting you know. I used to be a confident dancer, but now I'm filled with such deep insecurities
Suddenly, I'm snapped out of my bad thoughts when I hear the sound of my ringtone. I lift my head off of my pillow, a confused expression on my face.
Immediately, I grab my phone. It takes a moment for my eyes to adjust, but when they do, I see Michelle's name across the screen...
Why would she be calling me in the middle of the night?
I check the clock to the left of me, and it reads 1:55 am. I then pull myself out of bed, answering the phone hesitantly.
"M- Michelle?" I speak quietly. "What is it?"
"Jacquie." She says my name. "A- are- are you somewhere quiet?"
"Of course I am; it's 2 am."
"Good." She says, and I can't help but hear her sniffling.
Is she crying?
"What is it, Michelle?" I ask her. "Why are you talking to me right now? It's really late."
"I needed to speak to you." She reveals, and I become even more confused.
"Why?"
"I don't think I can tell you. I want to; I know that I have to, but I don't think I'm brave enough to do it."
"What- what are you talking about?" I ask her while rubbing my eyes.
All of a sudden, there's a slight pause in our conversation, and the other end of the phone is in complete silence. It takes a second before I hear a wailing sound coming from Michelle. I'm taken aback immediately, extremely confused as to what's going on.
"Michelle?" I tiredly say her name.
"I've done something bad!" She cries to me.
"W- what is it?"
"You'll hate me!" She tells me, continuing to hysterically wail.
I shake my head. "I'm sure I won't. Just- just tell me."
"No, no you're- you're gonna hate me, seriously!"
"No I won't." I try to convince her.
There's another pause in our conversation, but this time I listen to the muffled cries coming from Michelle, and I don't know how to feel. She's crazy, she's dramatic, and a damn good liar; I find myself not knowing what to make of any of this.
