Disclaimer : Insert ususal disclaimer about not owning Bunheads or Michelle, Sasha, Boo, Ginny, Fanny or anyone else. Insert claim about really wanting to though.
How in" the hell could I have been so stupid?" I think as I wait for the nurse to come back. "All the parents are going to take me to a zombie apocalypse ballet mace mugging court or something like that."
After 20 minutes of waiting with stinging eyes after spraying myself with the mace after I sprayed the girls I decide to leave. All the girls I sprayed were sitting in chairs in the hallway with ice on various parts of their bodies.
"Where are you going?" Sasha asks me with concern leaking into her voice.
"Away. You guys have been like my adopted daughters but I can't handle even the thought of trying to reason with your parents." I reply, sadness accidentally leaking into my voice. "Goodbye, I'm going to miss you all."
With that said I turn towards the door, wiping a tear from my eye.
"O, captain, my captain." I hear from behind me and turn around in surprise. Sasha is standing on her chair.
O, captain, my captain." Boo does the same. Then Ginny and Melanie also. Soon everyone was standing on their chairs.
"We don't want you to leave," Sasha states voicing what everyone other girl in the hallway was thinking.
"You do know he left eventually, right?"
I turn to walk out the door like I had originally intended when I heard an adult voice calling my name. It definitely wasn't one of the students or Fanny for that matter.
"Michelle Flowers, where do you think you are going?" A voice behind me asks.
"Back to Sin City, then to New York?" I say in confusion while turning around to see who knew my name. Shit, it was the doctor with a folder in her hand.
"Get back in your room, I need to talk to you. Is there someone you would like to come along also?"
"Can it be four someones?"
"Boo, Ginny, Melanie, and Sasha, will you come? She sounds like she has bad news."
They all silently nod and follow me into the room.
I sit on the bed thing like a good patient.
"Michelle, you are a dance teacher, am I correct?"
"You are correct," Fanny says, coming through the door. "She is the best dance teacher I have ever hired and my daughter-in-law. Is there a problem?"
"Actually there is."
"It sounds like fantastic news," I say sarcastically, trying to cut through the tension in the room.
"How do you feel?" the doctor asks me, worry clear on her face.
"Fine, I guess. A little tired, but I did accidentally mace 30 dancers. Then I maced myself like a complete idiot. A little nauseous, but I blame the mace for that."
"Any dizziness or breast tenderness?"
I see Fanny's eyes widen at that question.
"What?" I ask confused.
"Michelle, are you pregnant?" Fanny asks concern tinting her normally stern voice.
"What? No..oh my god! No."
Thanks for reading. This is my first fanfic ever. I'm only 14 so any comments would be immensely helpful. Please help and press that nifty review button. (It's there for a reason!) If there is anyone who would like to be my beta that would be greatly appreciated.
Sorry about the cliffhanger but it's almost a golden rule.