Skinny ☓ 5sos

Chapter 14

I hesitate. Standing infront of the door. I don't want to. I really really don't want to. I have too. I can't be in the school musical unless I take the class. Pshh Stupid rule if you ask me. But Ashton was right, what's one more class? I put my hand on the door getting ready to open it. But I put it back down. Whats stopping me?

"Lydia?" I hear somebody behind me calling my name and I turn around.

"Michael?" The last person I would excpect to see was here. "What are you doing here?"

"Well apparently I can't graduate unless I take an extra curricular class. So it was either football or this. And here I am." I knew it. I knew that he wouldn't be here unless he was forced too. Michael Gordon Clifford, he has that 'i'm too cool and grunge to be in school' look. But don't let that image fool you, he's actually the nicest person you'll ever meet, well if he likes you. Since I was friends with Ashton he was nice to me. He's also Ashtons best guy friend. Maybe it's because Ashtons the only person he can tolerate in this school because all the other people are either douchebags or fakes. Which is funny because whenever i'm in the girls bathroom I always here how they want to 'fück' him. They apparently like the mysterious types. It's a good thing to be so invisible sometimes, there's a lot of things I know about a lot of people. Apparently Kaitlyn Adams nose isn't Kaitlyn Adams nose if you know what I mean.

"Well... are you going to go in? Michael asked.

"Yeah um I don't think so." I started walking backwards.

"No no." He grabbed my arm and started opening the door. "You're going." We walked in and I just stood there for a minute looking around the room to see who the people were that i'll embarrass myself infront of. I notice Emily's voice and I sigh. If I do embarrass my self I'm sure that she'll tell everyone at her lunchroom table. I scan the back of the room noticing that Michael had already sat down in a seat in the back. He notices me looking at him and pats the desk next to him. Five minutes after I sat down we all heard the door open the clicking of Miss. Jackson's' heels against the floor. Misss. Jackson was one of our youngest teachers. She had straight jet black hair and alot of makeup, but the type that makes a girl look pretty and not like a clown. She also wore the nicest clothes that are still appropriate for a teacher. She was head of our music department and is in charge of our drama production. She was a fairly nice teacher but strict when she has to be.

"Okay." She began to speak. "Everyone lay down and close your eyes."

"Is she serious?" Michael whispered into my ear. I didn't think she was either but I saw everyone pushing the desks aside and laying on the floor. I sink down to my knees, roll back into my butt slowly and awkwardly extend my legs out slowly.

"You're so clumsy. You can't even lie down right. Look at Emily, she looks like shes dancing even when she lies down." Skinny whispers.

"I want everyone to relax their bodies and minds. Think the answers to my questions. Concentrate on quieting your spirit. Ready?"

I guess so.

"Who's beside you? Who's in front? Who's in the back?" I know that Micheal's beside me, and that i'm in the back, and Emily's in the front.

"What process did you go through this morning before you came to school? Did you take a shower? Did you eat breakfast? Go through each step before you came to school." Well I fought with Izzy and Clare about their excessive bathroom use. Then I gave up and just ate breakfast with dad. Remembering the way Clare threw her hairbrush at me didn't really calm me.

"Now I want you to think of a sad moment in your life? What is happening to make you feel so sad? What is your surroundings? Where are you? Who was there?"