CH.5
I felt my knees begin to buckle and I fell to the ground on my knees and my arms supporting my upper body. Tom ran to my side as did the others and he started on his little lecture. "Miya! You know you catch cold's easily! Man, this isn't good how long have u had the wet clothes on?" He kept questioning me while I felt my self be lifted up cradle style. I wasn't paying any heed to what he was asking me, all I knew was that I didn't realize I had felt this bad before. I guess I was so angry I blocked out the feeling I thought while I felt myself drift into sleep. But before I did I wanted to know who was carrying me, and to my surprise it was Kai!
~*~*~*4 Hours Later*~*~*~
I could see a screen of light come through my vision as I tried to open my eyes. When I finally got them opened, I sat up and felt a whirl of pain and naseua consume me in its power to take control of my body. I automatically placed my hand to my fore head and I felt as though I had just gotten off a twirling fair ride. I slowly and carefully layed back down and looked around. From what I could see, I was in my room and it was dark outside. I turned to my alarm clock that was still on the floor from this morning when I slammed it to the ground in annoyance of its wretched beeping. It was on its side I could fairly make out the red block letters. 7:00 p.m., this was just great and I attempted to sit up once more. It wasn't as bad as last time, but I still felt like I could throw up at any time. I don't think I was sick but I definitely knew that I had a slight case of sneezing and little stuff like that. I looked around once more and decided to try to stand and go down stairs to see who was all here. The last thing I remembered was everyone of those preps bein' here and Tom also looking concerned. Oh, and not to forget wonder boy picked me up and he must've put me in my room. It pondered in my head for a while why he picked me up and not Tom.
I heard voices talking and some laughter came from the kitchen as I walked slowly down the railed stairs. "So you're saying she used to be on a national team? Oh my gosh we're so lucky we have her as our captain!" I heard Mariah's shrill voice shriek and emphasize so, and National Team. Great I thought as I made my way to the kitchen, why'd Tom tell them that? Now there's no backing down from this. I finished my thoughts as I swung the double swinging doors open to the kitchen and waltzed in like I was fine and nothing took place of any sort. "Miya! Your wake, we were worried that you were sick or something." Mariah shrieked again when she saw me come in. "Yeah, after Tom told us you catch cold's easily we realized it could get serious." Ray added his two cents in and I snapped my head toward Tom's direction and gave him a nice, good, hard, glare in which I hadn't gave to him for a good, long while.
"I'm fine, .why are you all still here don't you have homes and family to go to?" I asked coldly even though something inside twisted in my stomach as I asked in such a cold manner. People never waited this long for me and the never worried about me. They figured I was already strong enough to handle myself. I felt a little bit bad for being so cold but then I remembered that all people seem nice at first but then when you get too close they hurt you even though they promise not too. And most are like a wolf in sheep's clothing, they are just using you and don't really care even though they can fool everyone else with they're little act. "Well excuse us for worrying about if our captain was alright or was in a serious state," Kai told me in the same stone cold tone as the way I did with my question. Inside I cringed and knew it was wrong of me to be so cold to them but it was the only way to protect myself, well the only way I knew of.
"You all can go home if you want to I don't really care." I told them while scooping me a bowl of smooth strawberry ice cream.
"Well we actually wanted to see the uniforms if you didn't mind, . we still need to fit them but its up to you if you're feelin' up to it." Tala spoke as he stood up from his stool and walked half way over to me. I guess I should've heard that one coming. The only reason they were hear were to see and fit the uniforms, not because they supposedly 'cared' what happened to me.
"Fine," I told them, and saw a glint of relief in Tom's eyes when I told them they could and didn't make any smart comments. I smirked. That was Tom for you, always pretty polite but if you got on his bad side you'd think differently. I grabbed my bowl of ice cream and nodded my head toward the stairs motioning for them to follow.
As we walked I notice them looking around at all the sketches in the hall that lead to my room. I didn't really care much if they liked them or not, everyone had their own opinion. But I liked them, I guess that's the reason I sketched them. When we finally did get to my room I cautioned them to stay out of the drawers and crap like that, I didn't need them prying into my business.
I opened the door and stood a side for them to come in. Once in I closed the door as everyone looked around in their own ways criticizing.
"Awsome, room Miya, its nice with the glitter and black together! They look like the night, with the glitter as the stars and the black as the night!" Mariah yelped out loud to me as I scurried through my trunk under my bed to find the out fits.
Tala was looking as my posters with Kai by his side, Mariah was busy looking at my dresser and cosmetics, Oliver and Robert at one of the other walls near my computer looking at the other sketches I did and scrutinizing them with their eyes, and last but not least, Johnny and Michael. They were at my computer desk looking over my black computer.
"Hey, Miya, do you have AIM? Or a screen name?" Johnny asked me, while taking a glance from my computer to me but reverted it back towards my computer again. What was so fascinating about my computer? Michael moved the black glittery mouse and my screen came on to show a picture of AFI in the back round of my desktop. I shoved past the crowd of people that were now around my desk and clicked the monitor off. There were a bunch of 'heys' but I ignored them.
"Did you all forget that we're up here for one thing and one thing only? That's for us to get the uniforms." I told them while pushing my way through to the trunk and kneeling down to get the bundle of clothes out.
"Well answer just one question an we'll get on with the uniforms and crap." Michael told me with a brow up in question. I sighed, did they always have to make deals? That's all they did so far, deals about me being captain, and deals with this now. I was getting tired of them fast and knew this was going to be a long season.
"Fine, let me guess you're going to ask if I have a screen name huh?" I asked Michael as he walked up to me and looked me in the eyes. I began to think about what type of guy he was. Very much a jock, and didn't seem too bright but not too dumb just about average. The only reason he got girls was probably for his looks and how he acts not for his intelligence I thought to myself while waiting for his question. But it seemed to fit him since he was a perfect description of a jock, just like the stories and novels say just not as dumb. But he wasn't completely out of the woods, I said not as dumb. See, there's always a loop.
"Yeah, so? You mind answering it for us I mean I'm sure your team would like to know and since we're all going to be spending a lot of time together then why not tell us too?" He asked with a sly smirk that had come across his tan face when he said 'spending a lot more time together'. I could tell he was interested but I wasn't. I hated jocks they got on your nerves too often. Not to mention they are very self involved and often thought of only themselves.
"I don't Like You* that's my screen name ok? Let's get back to work." I said in annoyance, they better not go IM me all the time. I saw his eyes light up but saw someone else's eyes light up in pleasure also and it kindly scared me. Wonder Boy. I shook my head to get the thoughts to go away and concentrated on the wad of clothes. I unraveled them and pulled up a sports red tank top that said, "dance team" on it. Then a pair of black stretch pants, that were straight legs. I found Mariah by my side in a minuet trying to look at them.
I heard Mariah yip and yaiy about the uniforms and she soon had the other wad of clothes out of my hands and handing them to everyone.
"Oh my gosh! They are so cute and awesome looking, how'd you get them? Hear this is your out fit." She asked me while throwing the black and red ball of clothes to me. I caught them with ease and unraveled them. It brought back painful memories just to look at them, let alone wear it. I sighed a weary sigh and looked up when I heard the bath room door open. Tala and wonder boy came out with black, baggy, jeans with a red, tight , muscle shirt. I found my eyes roaming over wonder boys body, first his toned chest then up to his lips, then eyes, and I found he was smirking. I switched my gaze to Mariah and I could feel my cheeks flush with color. He had seen me looking at him in a wanting way, and that wasn't good for my image.
"Hey! Miya you need to try yours on!" Great, I did not feel like having to go out in something like this right now. And I know there are going to be comments on what I look in it too. I wish she would've kept her big mouth shut for just a little while.
"That's alright I know what it looks like on me." I said to them in a solemn voice. I really didn't feel like trying them on I don't think I was ready yet. Ready to here comments on what it looks like on me, or think about Melissa I'm not sure. All I know is that I didn't want to.
"Yeah, but still everyone else has c'mon! We do everything as a team." Tala commented while shoving me into the bathroom. Unwillingly I scratched at the walls but found there was nothing to hold and the shirt Tala had was too tight to grab. He slammed the door in my face by the time I had my hand on the knob. I would've gotten out if he wasn't against the door. I looked around my surroundings. My dark purple bathroom sponged with white, flowered shower curtain with shimmering flower rings, white rugs, and a white king sized tub. I stripped down to my under-garments and pick up the red, sports tank. I slipped it over my head and shoved my arms threw the wholse while puling down on the shirt so it would fit properly. I grabbed the pants and shoved my legs threw the wholes while pulling them up.
Once comfortable I turned and looked at my reflection in the body mirror. My eyes became inspected every inch of my body. My hair was flowing down my back in spiraling wet curls since it came undone while putting on the shirt. The shirt showed my mid-drift and the pants came low. My belly was flat and showed my abs perfectly. But I wasn't happy with that, I looked myself over once more and a memory flooded my mind.
To girls about 15 were laughing and sewing and gossiping all at once while trying not to poke them selves with the needles. The first girl was sitting Indian style on the rug and had long red flowing hair that was all over her back. She had on blue jeans with a plain white tank top and was sewing a red stretchy tank top. The other was in a black denim skirt with a red tank top. " These are going to look great!" the girl with red hair shouted in glee.
" I know! Mel, we can use these once we get our own team and coach together!" I heard a knock and it knocked out the memory of me and Melissa. I was grateful wonder boy knocked on the door so rudely. I noticed I was about to cry and I didn't need that now did I?
I felt my knees begin to buckle and I fell to the ground on my knees and my arms supporting my upper body. Tom ran to my side as did the others and he started on his little lecture. "Miya! You know you catch cold's easily! Man, this isn't good how long have u had the wet clothes on?" He kept questioning me while I felt my self be lifted up cradle style. I wasn't paying any heed to what he was asking me, all I knew was that I didn't realize I had felt this bad before. I guess I was so angry I blocked out the feeling I thought while I felt myself drift into sleep. But before I did I wanted to know who was carrying me, and to my surprise it was Kai!
~*~*~*4 Hours Later*~*~*~
I could see a screen of light come through my vision as I tried to open my eyes. When I finally got them opened, I sat up and felt a whirl of pain and naseua consume me in its power to take control of my body. I automatically placed my hand to my fore head and I felt as though I had just gotten off a twirling fair ride. I slowly and carefully layed back down and looked around. From what I could see, I was in my room and it was dark outside. I turned to my alarm clock that was still on the floor from this morning when I slammed it to the ground in annoyance of its wretched beeping. It was on its side I could fairly make out the red block letters. 7:00 p.m., this was just great and I attempted to sit up once more. It wasn't as bad as last time, but I still felt like I could throw up at any time. I don't think I was sick but I definitely knew that I had a slight case of sneezing and little stuff like that. I looked around once more and decided to try to stand and go down stairs to see who was all here. The last thing I remembered was everyone of those preps bein' here and Tom also looking concerned. Oh, and not to forget wonder boy picked me up and he must've put me in my room. It pondered in my head for a while why he picked me up and not Tom.
I heard voices talking and some laughter came from the kitchen as I walked slowly down the railed stairs. "So you're saying she used to be on a national team? Oh my gosh we're so lucky we have her as our captain!" I heard Mariah's shrill voice shriek and emphasize so, and National Team. Great I thought as I made my way to the kitchen, why'd Tom tell them that? Now there's no backing down from this. I finished my thoughts as I swung the double swinging doors open to the kitchen and waltzed in like I was fine and nothing took place of any sort. "Miya! Your wake, we were worried that you were sick or something." Mariah shrieked again when she saw me come in. "Yeah, after Tom told us you catch cold's easily we realized it could get serious." Ray added his two cents in and I snapped my head toward Tom's direction and gave him a nice, good, hard, glare in which I hadn't gave to him for a good, long while.
"I'm fine, .why are you all still here don't you have homes and family to go to?" I asked coldly even though something inside twisted in my stomach as I asked in such a cold manner. People never waited this long for me and the never worried about me. They figured I was already strong enough to handle myself. I felt a little bit bad for being so cold but then I remembered that all people seem nice at first but then when you get too close they hurt you even though they promise not too. And most are like a wolf in sheep's clothing, they are just using you and don't really care even though they can fool everyone else with they're little act. "Well excuse us for worrying about if our captain was alright or was in a serious state," Kai told me in the same stone cold tone as the way I did with my question. Inside I cringed and knew it was wrong of me to be so cold to them but it was the only way to protect myself, well the only way I knew of.
"You all can go home if you want to I don't really care." I told them while scooping me a bowl of smooth strawberry ice cream.
"Well we actually wanted to see the uniforms if you didn't mind, . we still need to fit them but its up to you if you're feelin' up to it." Tala spoke as he stood up from his stool and walked half way over to me. I guess I should've heard that one coming. The only reason they were hear were to see and fit the uniforms, not because they supposedly 'cared' what happened to me.
"Fine," I told them, and saw a glint of relief in Tom's eyes when I told them they could and didn't make any smart comments. I smirked. That was Tom for you, always pretty polite but if you got on his bad side you'd think differently. I grabbed my bowl of ice cream and nodded my head toward the stairs motioning for them to follow.
As we walked I notice them looking around at all the sketches in the hall that lead to my room. I didn't really care much if they liked them or not, everyone had their own opinion. But I liked them, I guess that's the reason I sketched them. When we finally did get to my room I cautioned them to stay out of the drawers and crap like that, I didn't need them prying into my business.
I opened the door and stood a side for them to come in. Once in I closed the door as everyone looked around in their own ways criticizing.
"Awsome, room Miya, its nice with the glitter and black together! They look like the night, with the glitter as the stars and the black as the night!" Mariah yelped out loud to me as I scurried through my trunk under my bed to find the out fits.
Tala was looking as my posters with Kai by his side, Mariah was busy looking at my dresser and cosmetics, Oliver and Robert at one of the other walls near my computer looking at the other sketches I did and scrutinizing them with their eyes, and last but not least, Johnny and Michael. They were at my computer desk looking over my black computer.
"Hey, Miya, do you have AIM? Or a screen name?" Johnny asked me, while taking a glance from my computer to me but reverted it back towards my computer again. What was so fascinating about my computer? Michael moved the black glittery mouse and my screen came on to show a picture of AFI in the back round of my desktop. I shoved past the crowd of people that were now around my desk and clicked the monitor off. There were a bunch of 'heys' but I ignored them.
"Did you all forget that we're up here for one thing and one thing only? That's for us to get the uniforms." I told them while pushing my way through to the trunk and kneeling down to get the bundle of clothes out.
"Well answer just one question an we'll get on with the uniforms and crap." Michael told me with a brow up in question. I sighed, did they always have to make deals? That's all they did so far, deals about me being captain, and deals with this now. I was getting tired of them fast and knew this was going to be a long season.
"Fine, let me guess you're going to ask if I have a screen name huh?" I asked Michael as he walked up to me and looked me in the eyes. I began to think about what type of guy he was. Very much a jock, and didn't seem too bright but not too dumb just about average. The only reason he got girls was probably for his looks and how he acts not for his intelligence I thought to myself while waiting for his question. But it seemed to fit him since he was a perfect description of a jock, just like the stories and novels say just not as dumb. But he wasn't completely out of the woods, I said not as dumb. See, there's always a loop.
"Yeah, so? You mind answering it for us I mean I'm sure your team would like to know and since we're all going to be spending a lot of time together then why not tell us too?" He asked with a sly smirk that had come across his tan face when he said 'spending a lot more time together'. I could tell he was interested but I wasn't. I hated jocks they got on your nerves too often. Not to mention they are very self involved and often thought of only themselves.
"I don't Like You* that's my screen name ok? Let's get back to work." I said in annoyance, they better not go IM me all the time. I saw his eyes light up but saw someone else's eyes light up in pleasure also and it kindly scared me. Wonder Boy. I shook my head to get the thoughts to go away and concentrated on the wad of clothes. I unraveled them and pulled up a sports red tank top that said, "dance team" on it. Then a pair of black stretch pants, that were straight legs. I found Mariah by my side in a minuet trying to look at them.
I heard Mariah yip and yaiy about the uniforms and she soon had the other wad of clothes out of my hands and handing them to everyone.
"Oh my gosh! They are so cute and awesome looking, how'd you get them? Hear this is your out fit." She asked me while throwing the black and red ball of clothes to me. I caught them with ease and unraveled them. It brought back painful memories just to look at them, let alone wear it. I sighed a weary sigh and looked up when I heard the bath room door open. Tala and wonder boy came out with black, baggy, jeans with a red, tight , muscle shirt. I found my eyes roaming over wonder boys body, first his toned chest then up to his lips, then eyes, and I found he was smirking. I switched my gaze to Mariah and I could feel my cheeks flush with color. He had seen me looking at him in a wanting way, and that wasn't good for my image.
"Hey! Miya you need to try yours on!" Great, I did not feel like having to go out in something like this right now. And I know there are going to be comments on what I look in it too. I wish she would've kept her big mouth shut for just a little while.
"That's alright I know what it looks like on me." I said to them in a solemn voice. I really didn't feel like trying them on I don't think I was ready yet. Ready to here comments on what it looks like on me, or think about Melissa I'm not sure. All I know is that I didn't want to.
"Yeah, but still everyone else has c'mon! We do everything as a team." Tala commented while shoving me into the bathroom. Unwillingly I scratched at the walls but found there was nothing to hold and the shirt Tala had was too tight to grab. He slammed the door in my face by the time I had my hand on the knob. I would've gotten out if he wasn't against the door. I looked around my surroundings. My dark purple bathroom sponged with white, flowered shower curtain with shimmering flower rings, white rugs, and a white king sized tub. I stripped down to my under-garments and pick up the red, sports tank. I slipped it over my head and shoved my arms threw the wholse while puling down on the shirt so it would fit properly. I grabbed the pants and shoved my legs threw the wholes while pulling them up.
Once comfortable I turned and looked at my reflection in the body mirror. My eyes became inspected every inch of my body. My hair was flowing down my back in spiraling wet curls since it came undone while putting on the shirt. The shirt showed my mid-drift and the pants came low. My belly was flat and showed my abs perfectly. But I wasn't happy with that, I looked myself over once more and a memory flooded my mind.
To girls about 15 were laughing and sewing and gossiping all at once while trying not to poke them selves with the needles. The first girl was sitting Indian style on the rug and had long red flowing hair that was all over her back. She had on blue jeans with a plain white tank top and was sewing a red stretchy tank top. The other was in a black denim skirt with a red tank top. " These are going to look great!" the girl with red hair shouted in glee.
" I know! Mel, we can use these once we get our own team and coach together!" I heard a knock and it knocked out the memory of me and Melissa. I was grateful wonder boy knocked on the door so rudely. I noticed I was about to cry and I didn't need that now did I?