I sat slouched in the hard blue chair in my honors History class, a pencil in my right hand and my chin rested in my left. I tapped my fingers against my cheeks as my eye lids grew heavy by the second. The way the teacher, Mr. Hathaway, talked in his slow droning and how warm the room was, it can make even the most energetic cheerleader's eyes droop in exhaustion. I glanced at the clock for what seemed like the millionth time. Ten more minutes, I told myself. Just ten more minutes, and then music class.
Music class, my last class. When I'd tell people about my music class, they'd often correct me by telling me it's choir, but then I'd correct them saying it's not regular choir, but show choir. Show choir is like regular choir, but instead of singing classical songs, we sing pop songs and we also dance on some occasions. I always enjoyed music class because it was a class where I could actually be myself surrounded by talented performers. I always enjoyed singing my heart out to any song Mrs. Hart had to offer that day.
"Miss Stewart."
I jerked up, and my pencil flew out of my hand which smacked against Nathan Blue's shoulder blade. I quickly sent him an apologetic look and then I turned to see Mr. Hathaway glaring at me. "Miss Stewart, what did I just say about the French Revolution?"
I blinked rapidly; millions of answers buzzed in my brain. French Revolution? What? I picked at my nails nervously. Oh dear god, please help me, I'm so freaking screwed.
"It began in 1789 and ended in 1799." A soft voice hissed in my ear. I didn't turn to see who it was. I already knew by the familiar, friendly voice.
"It began in 1789 and ended in 1799?" I hesitantly said. I prepared myself to be harshly corrected.
Mr. Hathaway's sharp grey eyes cooled for a moment, but the glare soon returned. "You're lucky this time, Miss. Stewart," He murmured. "Just remember: it's attention or detention." Attention or detention, that's the main rule in Mr. Hathway's History class. It's not like I've ever broken that rule, because in all my sixteen years of life, I've never gotten a detention. I'm probably the only person who has never received one, well, besides Marie and Jacie.
The moment Mr. Hathaway turned around, I faced the redheaded boy next to me with a smile. "Thanks for that, Spencer."
"No problem," He breathed out his gentle gapped tooth smile. "Glad to help a friend." I smiled. I always admired Spencer's brains and wisdom. He seemed like a complete nerd with his scruffy fire red hair, freckles sprinkled onto his nose, and black rounded glasses, but when we were partnered up for a project in our freshmen year, I realized he was a great guy and friend. We became super close since then but not like that close, no way; not in a million years. He saw me as the sister, and I saw him as a brother. Besides, he's been dating the student council president, Paisley Parker, since sophomore year.
Spencer went back to scribbling notes while I lazily dragged my pencil across the paper. I glanced up at the board and wrote down the underlined sentences. As long as it's underlined, write it down. Switching hands to lean on, I once again looked up at the clock. My heart fluttered when I saw that the long hand was millimeters away from the twelve. I quickly and quietly closed my notebook and put my pencil away, and just in the nick of time.
Riiinngg!
The classroom immediately became chaos. Most of the large class had already jumped to their feet and rushed out the door while the rest, including me, were hurrying to pack up their things and run out into the chaotic hallways. I was one of the last to leave the classroom clutching my purple picture adorned binder to my chest. The hallways used to be chaotic with dozens of kids running in all directions but the problem was solved with the new one way hallway rule.
On the way to music class, I waved to several of my friends including Jacie and Logan who both had the next class together. The music room was at the back of the school along with the other arts classes including the theater, band, choir, and art room. I walked into the music room with a happy sigh. I loved the music room because it reminded me of the one in the show Victorious; royal blue walls, neon orange carpet, an arrangement of yellow chairs going three by four, and a small stage including a drum set and guitar all set and ready to be played by the musicians in the show choir, which we still need to have auditions for.
I sat next to my good friend Vanessa along with the other members of the choir. "Hey Vanessa." I greeted her.
"Hey Meg," She happily replied. "So what do you think we're gonna do today? Sing more songs? Work on our routine for the pep rally in two weeks?" She gasped. "Do you think we'll hear the new members play?"
"I hope we sing more-" I cut myself off. "Wait, new members?" New members? When did we get new members to the choir? I think I would've known sooner that we have new members. Well then again, I didn't hear about the new kids, whom I haven't seen at all today.
Vanessa stared at me bewilderingly. "Yeah, new members. Mrs. Hart assigned them to be the band for the choir! And get this, Meg. They're also the-"
"Settle down everyone!"
The loud chattering in the room came to a halt. It was as if everyone was controlled by a TV remote and had muted them. A few shhs were hissed quietly as Mrs. Hart broadly walked to the front of the room. Vanessa and I always admired Mrs. Hart's confidence and boldness. Some teachers in our school hardly pay any attention to what's going on in the classroom and do poor job trying to quiet everyone done. Mrs. Hart has a loud, strong voice and when she tells the class to be quiet, they shut up in a second.
Mrs. Hart, dressed in a casual business dress and her pitch black hair in a loose bun, stood tall and proud at the front of the room. She smiled. "Now, class, today will be like everyday," She casually strolled through the aisles. "We will warm up and practice our routine, but first, I want everyone to put on their best smiles and attitudes, and say hello to our new show choir band!"
At that moment, the storage room door flung open with a loud bang. Everyone's head swiveled around to see what the commotion was. I squinted my eyes to see who, or what, was coming out of the closet. All I could see were heads of white blonde hair sticking out; they nearly matched the bright colors in the music room. I felt my stomach tighten in a knot and my heart stop. I just about dropped my jaw at the sight of the new kids standing before us with smiles on their faces.
"Hey everyone!" They all said.
"I'm Riker."
"I'm Rydel."
"I'm Ratliff."
"I'm Rocky."
"I'm Ross."
"And I'm Ryland."
"And we're R5!"
Okay, that's the worst thing I've ever written! I was trying to get this out quick because my friends really wanted to read the next chapter, plus I'm really tired now :( I'm getting a headache at this moment so I really need to get off my laptop and get some shut eye.
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