Study Buddy: A Chris & Miya Story

Chapter 44

Miya

The make-up, the outfit, and the clicking of the heels. I'm beyond nervous. I thought I was ready but it's just now smacking me in the face. What if I trip, or miss a step, or go left when you're suppose to go right.... That's all I'm really worried about at the most.

I looked down at my black jumpsuit and smooth it out some.

"Come on Miya." Chanel called out. "Let's get in formation." She waved her hand for me to follow.

Forcing a smile is sure not working at the moment. "Oh, we're going now?" I croaked out.

"Yeah, come on girl." She laughs and clicks her heels over to me. She grabs my stone cold hand. "Don't be nervous. Just pretend we're in practice and... Yeah, just breathe. We got this." She assures.

Where is the confidence I had earlier? I swear I feel the fries, I had for lunch, working up a storm in my stomach. "Um..." I pulled away from her. "Give me like two seconds."

"Hurry up Miya!" Miss Marisa shouted, appearing out of nowhere.

I ran, well tried, to the nearest bathroom. I look in the mirror trying to tell myself that I got this. I looked away from the mirror and closed my eyes. I breathed, calming my nerves a little. The minute I stepped out Chanel yanked me out hard and practically sprinted towards the curtains.

As we stood in front of the curtains all I wanted to do was throw up. I continually reminded myself that I have loved ones supporting me, pretend your in your room. When the music started my heart jumped on cue, I took that time to peer out from behind the curtains.

The first thing I see is my dad messing with his videocamera, front row. Along him Tracy, my mother, Chris' mom Ms. Hawkins. Oddly enough Ms. Hawkins and my mom seem to be having a nice conversation with their laughs and all. On the left of my dad Tyra and Angie sat seemingly discussing something, and next to Tyra her dad.

Even though Tyra and I are still on the rocks, she still supports me like a true sister should. And from time to time it makes me feel bad that I'm still weary of her. She's starting to text me more frequently like old times... But I don't know how to react. Of course I reply back. We've had fights, but this is the weirdest one. We still haven't fully recovered.

Chanel pulls me back before my eyes start to look for Chris. "We're about to start." She says. "How do I look?"

"Like a million bucks." I smile.

"Aw you to girl." She cheeses. "I'm so ready to-'

"Alright get to your spots girls, it's show time." Ms. Marisa ran by us quickly and gave us our leather jackets. Both had numbers written on the back with glitter. Chanel's had a 15 because that's her boyfriend's jersey number. Her boyfriend is in the football team. I originally had number 5 because that's my favorite number, but everybody on my team thinks otherwise.

"See you on the other side." I laugh and so does she. I semi jog over to my spot.

Crazy in love by Beyonce cues, and I'm nervous but ready.

The curtains are drawn and I'm looking at Chanel and she mouths "you ready?" The same time Beyonce does.

We both walk out and the minute we're seen I hear "go best friend!" I try my best to keep my composure when I turn on my heels to face the audience. I couldn't hear my heels over the loud music, but I'm pretty sure I'm on beat.