3rd POV.

At her locker, Trixie threw her skateboard in. She slipped from her shoes and removed her stockings, trashing them. She hated her life at that moment and glanced in the courtyard. Josh and - Lana, was it? - were making out. She was sure Mia was hating life too.

Mia walked up to her after Lilly pointed out the two were locking tongues. "Someone sat on me again," she stated in a monotone voice.

"Wear a bell and move around a lot when you sit," Trixie advised.

Mia gave her a look.

Trixie shrugged. "What do you want me to say? Either demand to be heard or suck it up." She grabbed an apple and slammed her locker shut. She walked to Algebra 2. Melinda walked along-side her. 

*

It was the middle of class and Melinda was bored out of her mind. Checking her watch, she saw it was about the time Mia would be debating. She raised her hand, "Ms. Alketra?" cutting her off mid sentence.

Ms. Alketra looked at the clock. "You may go," she granted.

The brunette immediately got up and bolted out the door. Her bag was flying with the speed it was being pulled. Making it to the doors, she looked through the glass. Mia was standing behind the podium. She was already paler. Walking to the bathroom, Trixie propped the door open with her bag and walked to the debate room, holding open the door.

Right on cue, Mia ran out and straight to the bathroom.

Letting the door close, the younger sister rushed to follow, grabbed her bag to put beside the stall, and held her sister's hair up. It was hard considering how bushy her hair was. Trix rubbed Mia's back to help her not feel as awful. When the retching let up, Trixie helped her older sister to her feet. She guided Mia to the sink.

And this was the routine.

*

After school, Trixie always went to the danced studio that she not only worked at, but owned. As she was senior, her mom had agreed over the summer that she'd need a job. Being her own boss seemed like the only logical explanation. So, after a crap ton of saving, she rented out a small building and it was booming. Her heels clicked as she walked across the pavement. The studio wasn't far from the school so she didn't need to skateboard there. There was a line outside her building and they cheered when they saw her. Trixie smiled and walked faster. "Let me get changed and I'll open the doors!" She unlocked it and went in, relocking it. She shivered as she entered the freezing building. With all the movement, it was necessary to prevent heat stroke and to keep everyone comfortable. She changed from her school outfit into her dance outfit. 

She went and unlocked the door, stepping out. "Into the air conditioning, my children!" she cried before laughing. 

"Ooh, a smile. And a laugh!" 

Trixie turned to her best friend. "Mel," she greeted. "I'm always smiling and laughing." 

"Not since bipity-bopity-boo," Melinda whispered in her ear. 

"Well, I don't often smile when we're bipity-ing," Trixie replied, walking in as the line had vanished. 

A few people had come dressed in their dance clothes so they'd signed in and went straight to dancing. Many others were using her locker-room and she would need to empty where their coins went. 

"Unless you're punning," Melinda contradicted. 

Trixie nodded once. "Unless I'm punning." She pushed Melinda. "Now, go get dressed." 

"You don't want to watch?" Melinda teased. 

Trixie rolled her eyes. "You're too dirty for a 15-year-old." 

"You're too resistant for a 15-year old." 

Trixie walked over to her laptop and mic. She picked up the microphone. "Please remember that lessons are on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays. So that's tomorrow then Friday. Now, who's wants some rock?!" she asked. 

As if at a concert, the dancers cheered. 

Trixie typed in the genre on her music app and pressed shuffle. Her laptop was hooked up to the speakers by then and the rock started. The group started rocking out, not headbanging, but dancing. 

Mel walked out of the locker-room. She was wearing a sports bra and tights and started dancing strangely. 

Trixie snorted and started greeting customers who needed a pair of shoes appropriate for her flooring. She put her key in the register and put in the money. She closed it and walked into the back. She grabbed the appropriate size she walked to the man. "If it doesn't fit, feel free to bring it back and I'll exchange the size." 

"Will there be an additional fee?" the man asked. 

"No, dear. It's all already been paid." She continued trading shoes for 45 minutes. By then, some of the customers had been tired out and had 'done their daily work-out'. So, she had to exchange another couple of pairs. 

Suddenly, her phone buzzed. She pulled it out and was immediately confused by the text. 

Trixie smirked to herself. 

Trixie frowned. Her eyebrows knitted together. 

Trixie sighed and put her phone in her office. Leaving her office, she got on the mic. "Tomorrow, my mother will be opening for me. Go easy on her, please." 

*

She changed the music to classical once half the people left. 

A blonde walked up to her. "Hello, Mia's sister." 

Trixie stopped stretching on the ballet pole and glanced at her. "Hello... Montana? Hannah? Savannah?" 

"Lana," the now-scowling girl corrected. She decided against whatever it was she was going to say. 

At ten, Trixie had to force whatever stragglers that remained to leave. She locked up after grabbing her phone and she and Melinda walked home.