!! FEEL SORRY FOR MITCHIE PEOPLE?! !! enjoy :) cya at the bottom xP
'Mitchie?' Mitchie sat huddled up on her bed in sweats and covered with a duvet. 'Mitchie, please come out?' Caitlyn tried again. She had been trying to get Mitchie out of her room all morning, but Mitchie still sat there, not moving, not talking.
'Mitchie? Please?' Connie called. She had stayed there too.
'Mitch, come on? Tell me what's wrong?' Caitlyn tried.
Mitchie did nothing. But a few tears did fall from her eyes as she bowed her head and clenched her fists harder.
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For the next few months Mitchie had distanced herself from her family and friends. Hardly talking, ignoring calls and texts and abandoning all forms of music. She hadn't sung in ages. She hadn't written music, played music, or listened to any music since that party.
After a particularly bad weekend, in which she had slept a total of 5 hours, Mitchie entered her first lesson of the week, math, completely unprepared.
'Where's your homework?' Ms Lawson said, peering over her glasses at Mitchie.
'I didn't do it because I didn't want to add to your heavy workload.' She smirked, gaining a few chuckles from her classmates.
'Don't give me that cheek young lady!'
'Fine, you want to know the real reason?' Mitchie exploded. 'I didn't do my homework because I have bigger problems in my life to worry about one little sheet of math equations. I dumped the love-of-my-life. I got offered a record deal, which is my dream, but I can't accept because of the so-called love-of-my-life and my idiotic parents. Then sed idiotic parents sent me to a party because for some unknown reason I was depressed, and at sed party, I got hurt by a guy I've never even met! AND on top of all that, I have to see my ex every single day and wonder why I broke us up, thanks to my so-called best friend, her boyfriend and a little thing called fame. There! You wanted to know why I didn't do my homework? Well, there you go.'
Ms Lawson stumbled back, shocked and speechless from Mitchie's outburst. 'Michelle, I think you should go to the principals office.' She sad sternly.
'I'm going.' Mitchie spat, getting up and walking out, slamming the door behind her.
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'Mr and Mrs Torres?' The principal addressed Mitchie's parents, who had just entered the room.
'Yes, I'm Steve and this is Connie.' Steve said, sitting down on one of the chairs next to Mitchie, as Connie sat on the other.
'It's a pleasure to meet you. I'm Bob Wellford, the principal here.'
'Nice to meet you.' Connie said.
'I'm so sorry we had to call you while you were at work.'
'It's OK, what's wrong with Mitchie? What did she do?'
'It's not exactly what Mitchie did, but we're worried about her, and her behaviour.' Connie eyed Steve, and looked down at Mitchie, who was bowing her head and fiddling with her hands. 'Maybe we should talk about this alone.' Mr Wellford said nervously, noticing the expression on their faces.
'I think that might be best.' Connie hesitated, and Mitchie got up silently and left the office, sitting on one of the chairs outside.
'Mitchie … had a umm .. little episode in her Math lesson today.'
'Oh god.' Connie sighed.
'Nothing to serious… I hope. Well, according to her teacher, when she asked her for her homework, Mitchie just exploded on her, saying a lot of things that, well, they quite confused Ms Lawson.'
'How so?'
'Well, she said that she had a lot of problems, and, well I don't know all the details, but I wonder, has anything gone on with Mitchie at home? Any problems?'
Again Connie and Steve shared a glance, before Connie nervously spoke.
'Before the school year started, Mitchie went to a Camp, and she - well some things went on that Mitchie got very upset over. And when we were leaving, her and I fought over an offer that was made to Mitchie, which I refused on her behalf. Since then, she's been blocking everyone out, and not letting anyone talk to her. She's been so distant, it worries me. She went to a party a couple of months ago, and since she came home, she's been even worse. I don't know what to do.' Connie said, welling up, and Steve comfortingly put his arm on her shoulder.
'Well, what was the deal about? If you don't mind me asking.' Mr Wellford asked cautiously, Connie nodded and told him the whole story, at least, what she knew of it.
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Mitchie sat outside the office on a little row of chairs. She bowed her head again and sat there silently, playing with her fingers. She looked up now and again, noticing the odd glances she was getting from the secretary, and the pupils that stopped to peer at her on their way to class.
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'Shane?!' No answer. Nate was getting sick of this now. 'For &^!?s sake Shane! Get out here right now!' Still nothing. 'Right, I'm coming in!' Nate shouted, forcing open the door and running in. He stopped when he saw nothing. Shocked, he ran around the corner, crying. Nate had known Shane for five years. Not once had he seen him cry. Ever. Sure, especially recently, he had suspected it, but he had never seen him crying. So surprised, all he could bring himself to do was going and sitting beside him.
'Why did I let her leave?'
Nate heard Shane whisper under his tears.--
'Mitchie?' Mitchie slowly lifter her head to see her principal poking around the door and beckoning Mitchie to come in. Sighing, Mitchie got up and entered the office.
'Sorry you had to wait so long.' He said. Mitchie looked confused.
'Aren't you mad at me?'
The principal laughed. 'No, of course not. We want to help you.' Mitchie turned to her parents who were smiling unsurely.
'Well, Mitchie, what we mean is, well, we think that, if you still wanted to, maybe you could,' Connie stuttered through the sentence, 'accept the record deal.'
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Questions :)
1/ SHOULD mitchie accept it :) if i dont get a special (secret) amount of reviews saying YES shes gonna refuse people! REVIEW!!
2/ Colour please :)
3/ Hmmmm ... who wants to give poor shaney-waney a hug?! :'( i do!
Reviews please :) ill update soon :) Love y'all xP