Muse (A One Direction Fanfic)

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Right foot stepping from the right leg, then stand flat. My feet ache but I continue to practice, trying to ignore the flashing from a camera coming from behind me.

As soon as the left leg leaves the ground, point your toe and straighten your leg. I tell myself, the flashing stops then picks up again, I can feel my anxiety and anger rising.

Lift back leg as high as you can before the chest moves forward. Make sure the back leg stays turned out and the arm doesn't go over the head in the air. I successfully do so, and I feel calm. I hear noises coming from outside, which I guess is the person outside of the dance studio shifting in whatever is lifting his/her weight to be even be able to take pictures. Considering how high the windows are.

You should not see the leg next to your hips, it should be right behind you. Improve body position! I yell at myself but I can't. I can't do this and whoever keeps bothering me while I practice needs to be stopped. I take my hair out of its ponytail and leave the empty classroom I was in. I go down the long hallway and reach the back door of the dance studio.

It's dark and I don't see anyone. "I know someone's back here! It's been two fucking months!" I yell what seems to be nothing but dark air. I walk further along the building. "Can't you just ask to take pictures? It's creeping me out! Not to mention distracting the shit out of me!" I yell and in the bushes, I only find a ladder. This makes sense, the window looking in from my class is high of the ground and this explains how they could have taken pictures. I look behind me, more annoyed that this has been happening for do long and no matter what class room I practice in they always find me then the fact someone might be out here and might sneak around the corner and attack me or something. I always come outside and find nothing.

I walk slowly walk back to the building. As I do so, I find a yellow bandana beside my bare feet and I furrow my eyebrows. I grab it and furiously walk back to class and grab my duffle bag and put on sweatpants over my tights and a sweatshirt over my leotard. As I leave, Jesse (one of male teachers) stops me in the hall. "Hey, everything okay?" He asks. He pushes his hair out of his face and looks down at me. "I have so much to study for tonight! So tired." I half lie and try to smile. Ignoring the burning anger within me, I believe Jesse could tell.

He smiles, but his is more genuine and perfect. "You work hard so that makes sense. Have a nice night, Sky." I smile at his kindness. "You too, Jesse." I smile and he does the same before going into the bathroom.

I nod, was that really tomorrow already? Im slowly loosing track of everything.

When I reach the entrance, I smile and wish Carly the girl who works in front a good night.

I walk to my car with the bandana still in my hand.

There's a crew at the boarding school that I go to, a bunch of delinquents that impress everyone on campus because of the fact they haven't gotten kicked out yet. Well maybe it's not too surprising, Dean Johnson; is a dumbass. Anyways, they wear these bandanas, on me-for a reason I have no idea of. And this prank they are doing/have been doing for a more than a month is stupid and pointless. Some of the girls in Ballet mess around with them, but I never did anything for them to hate me or to do this something this stupid.

It's going to be very interesting when I confront whoever yellow bandana this belongs too.