Jimin slowly read the schudeul for the thrid time to make sure that he was heading to the right room. Namjoon encouraged them to take on extra curricular activities to help with their social skills, whatever that meant. Jimin was just excited to dance, he was passionate and when he found out that they had a ballet program, he was even more excited.
''Room 243?'' Jimin read the numbers posted on the soor out loud and then compared them to the ones on his scheduled.
He opened the door t o reveal a large auditorium with a beautifully decorated stage sitting in the center. There was a person , who he assumed was the teacher, standing on the stage , twirling gracefully on her toes. He beamed happily as he skipped down the steps. The thin framed woman paused as the other students stared at Jimin. He was too busy distracted with the dancing to notice the staring of his peers.
''Can I help you, dear?'' The petite , brown skinned woman hopped from the stage and approached the boy. Jimin stared at her with an endearing smile before reaching into his pocket for his cards.
''Yes. My name is Jimin Park. I am new. I would like to dance.'' He said proudly spoke to to the woman. He could barely contain his excitement.
''You're in the right place, Jimin. Welcome.'' The woman bowed slightly, her fluffly hair flipping behind her. She was beautiful and Jimin couldn't help but stare. Her figure was further emphasized by the black leotard that stuck to her body.
''My name is Margot Copeland but please call me Misty.'' She patted the smaller boy on his head gently and gave him a warm smile. ''Have a seat and I'll explain my expectations.''
''Yes, Ma'am.'' Jimin nodded quickly and took his place in an empty seat in the very front.
After a few minutes of the teacher speaking, Jimin felt a tap on hi shoulder. He quickly turned was was greeted with the face of light skinned girl.
''WHy are you here?'' The girl questioned, popping her gum in his face.
''What?'' Jimin tilted his head in confusion.
''Oh I forgot, Jackie Chan dont speak English.'' She snorted. ''Why.Are.You.Here?''
''I want to dance.'' Jimin smiled proudly, ignoring her mean comment.
''You're too fat to dance. You'll break the stage.''
''Im..fat?'' Jimin looked down to his stomach and gently pinched it. He never thought that there was anything wrong with his figure. He thought that he was the right size, although he was noticeably smaller than his classmates in his other classes
''You're fat as shit, Nigga.'' The girl laughed. ''Dont even waste Ms. Misty's time.''
"...im not fat." Jimin pouted. Sure , his cheeks were a little chubby but that was normal for a boy his age. He really didnt understand what the huge deal was.
"Boy, getcho ass out of here before you hurt somebody." the teenaged girl laughed.
Jimin tilted his head before gathering his bags and standing up. He understood what was said.
"Jimin? Where are you going?" Ms. Misty caused him as he made his way to the center steps.
"Uh..wrong class." Jimin kept his head down and raced out of the room. He didn't want them to see him cry. Why should they know how bad he was hurt? He was sure that they didn't care.
After a few minutes of walking, Jimin came across thr bathroom. He looked around before shuffling in, hiding in the far stall in the end.
