Tori
12th March
Furry. Mushy. Stinky. Ew.
I swallowed back a gag. For a science project, my friend and I had made a mould bush, examining the different reactions the mould has to different foods. What fun.
I had my fingers on a mouldy fish when the door was yanked open and slammed shut less than a second later announcing that Trina was home. And sure enough, she made her presence known.
"I am so upset!" She yelled, storming over to me and flinging her bag on the couch. She started babbling on about her 'big showcase' and that she was partnered with some guy named Andrew Harris, when my friend asked what her big showcase was. I was in the middle of explaining when Trina cut me off and before I knew it, my science partner was being pushed out the door.
"Hey!" I snapped. "He and I have a science project due tomorrow! I have to turn in my mould bush!"
"No, Andrews coming over and you have to help me figure out what song we're going to do for the big showcase, I definitely wanna sing." She banged down on the keyboard and let out a very loud: "Laaaaaa!" before smiling to herself. "How was that?"
I considered saying things like, painful or deafening but settled on loud.
Trina flicked her hair back in a way to say she was satisfied before the doorbell rang. I started walking over to get the door, since Trina never did but she yelled at me to stay and for once, got the door herself.
"Come in," she said dryly to a dark skinned, dreadlocked teenager who was cute, but not in a hot sort of way.
"Thanks . . ." he said to Trina, walking in. He smiled at me.
"This is Andrew."
"Andre'." I waved at him.
"Do you go to Hollywood Arts too?" he asked, putting his bag down.
I scoffed. "No, no, just my sister." Although I was never exactly sure how Trina got in. The topic was switched to my strong teeth and I felt myself blushing lightly when Trina mentioned that I'd never had a cavity.
"Whoa, cool piano." Andre' sat down on the stool in front of the piano and started playing a very deep, beautiful tune. I smiled as his hands ran up and down the piano effortlessly.
"Andre' you're fantastic!" I slid onto the stool next to him.
Trina rolled her eyes. "He's ok, now come on, let's get started. I'm singing."
The whole idea of Trina singing to a pianist like that made me wonder what kind of other students went to Hollywood arts and how talented they truly were. I knew that some of the kids that went there have gotten huge parts in movies or TV shows, and that some singers had made the top ten in the charts. But the fact that my sister went there, made me think too.