The Missing Pieces

Help...

I have a 56 in Science.

Ugh.

Any tips for someone who tends to forget assignments and just lose track of things?
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*Mitch's POV*

Hey, mom! How is everything?

"Good, sweetie. Fine. How is your singing?"

Good...I hope. I sign and laugh.

"Um...I have some news for you."

What? Is it bad?

"No...not at all! Your sister is pregnant!"

I nearly start crying out of excitement. She's been trying for 4 years!

That's great, Mom! Tell her I love her!

"I will sweetie.Now, go rehearse. I saw your tweet."

I smiled. I tweeted about not really feeling rehearsal today.

I will, Mom. I love you.

"I love you, too. Bye bye!"

Bye.

We hang up just as we arrive at our destination. I grab a water and head inside.

We get our mics ready and just sit around and sing, as Dejan, our choreographer, isn't there yet.

We take a little break to warm up so I check my twitter. I check trending.

Normal stuff is there; #PTXGoesPlatinum, #onedirection and stuff like that, but one non-trending topic caught my eye.

#kickoutmitch.

I try to shake it off, knowing that those are just haters.

Should I...?

No. That'll just make me feel worse.

But I want to know why they hate me.

Why do they want me out?

I make sure no one is paying attention and scroll through the hashtag.

I wasn't surprised, but....relieved?

I was relieved to know that how I feel about myself makes sense.

I should've known.

People who don't talk, don't sing.

Stupid Mitch.

What was I thinking?

"Hey, guys. Dejan is here!" Says Scott.

I inaudibly groan.

I hate choreography. I'm always the last to memorize it, which sets everyone back.

"Okay, guys. Today is show day so we're gonna work really hard, okay?"

Everyone nods.

"Let's just go from the top!"

I take my place. I don't know some choreo because I missed a rehearsal for a neurologist appointment.