AN- We have reached chapter seven! I left you at a bit of a cliffie at the end of the last chapter… Sorry bout that. Shout outs this chapter! I have one for Shae because she's awesome and reviews every chapter.
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My life has been kind of hectic! I got writers block on This Moment and wasn't able to write for a few days. The Danger pack has made its way home. (If you need an explanation on the danger pack please hop on over to my prompt story This Moment. I believe the explanation is in the chapter titled Stars! :) While you're there if you could read and review I'd love you!) I will finally be able to sleep in my own bed for the first time in 10 days. Oh what you do for family. Mr. Lola's cage will be able to be taken out of its 'War Zone' look. Did I mention I'll get to sleep in my own bed? I could've sworn that was the most important one. My volleyball team almost beat a Division Red team. We're division Blue. Red is big schools. Blue is little. So it was epic until we lost. But hey. Whatevs. As I always say 'Live and let go!' It doesn't count against us for division championships and we've won both of the games that do count. Go Tigers! Grrr. Well I'm going to stop torturing you people and get on with the Klaine. (I hope that isn't construed as I'm getting them together. I'm quite far from that actually.)
Disclaimer- O~~~ My ownership to Glee is like this balloon… Not real… And sideways? How does that happen?
Murphy's POV!
I open the doorway to the rest of my room. When it's revealed I hear a collective gasp. "Oh my Gaga! This room looks like it hasn't been touched since the 50's!" Kurt exclaims. "It's so retro!"
Wes answers. "That's because it hasn't. The last time the warblers used the third floor was in 1957. Then after lack of interest in the warblers there weren't enough of us to constitute use of it. So they closed the floor off. The only reason anyone's been up here was to install the TV for Murphy because she's taken the special room on campus and it needed to be set up for her." The way he rattles off information about the warblers like that is so weird…
"Isn't it cool?" I ask. Everyone in the room nods. It's pretty awesome. I mean the room is quite nice the furniture was taken care of and the room is decorated nicely. The furniture is a yellow color with floral patterns and black and white accents. It doesn't look as if a teenage boy lived here. You'd think it would be destroyed. And more masculine. I mean flowers don't scream 'Teenage guy!'. I'm not going to judge though. I mean I don't scream teenage girl. I don't scream teenage girl at all. The set up in this area of my room is similar to that of downstairs. Except the room is larger up here and there is one couch, but the same huge bed, a few chairs, a small coffee table, a flat screen, and a desk. I've been thinking to give that bed downstairs to someone else and bring the couches up here. Then I could have a music room and this room is, though nicely decorated, kind of bare. "Hey Kurt?" I ask.
"Yes." He grins looking up from his own world.
I smile at him. "I've been thinking of moving the couches from downstairs up here and then taking the bed down there out. I could have my own music room that way and this room, though fashionable, is half empty. Are you willing to help make it work?" I ask.
He squeals. "Of course! The couches are solid black and solid white so they'll fit in nicely. We might have to move some stuff around. The chairs will go nice as well since your furniture didn't have any bright colors or crazy patterns like your personality or your clothes. Oh and you'll have a second coffee table…" He trails off thinking of the possibilities. I've obviously found Kurt's thing.
I grin. "I'm a bright and crazy kind of gal." I shrug. "But this is pretty too." I smile.
He agrees. "It is pretty. I don't get how a guy had this room because not even I could rock this, but to each their own." He adds.
I nod with the statement. Everyone else is pretty much just having their own conversations until. "Man. It's eight. We gotta go!" Finn shouts. The New Directions all moan. "We've got school in the morning. Let's go!"
"We better get back too." Kallie agrees. After the rounds of hugs and number exchanging ND and the girls head downstairs and we wave to them through the large bay window on one side of the room. Once we finish waving the guys refocus.
"Find Robby." Oliver says. There are four doors off of my upper room. There's the stairs, my walk-in closet, another bathroom, and the hallway. I take the guys to the appropriate door and show them out. I can hear that they found Robby in the next room over playing angry birds on his ipod. They carry him down the stairs and remove him from the floor. I giggle. Only Kurt and I are left in my room. Kurt is still admiring the room.
"Hey. Kurt?" I ask timidly.
"Yeah?" He focuses on me.
I ask. "You want to spend the night? I really don't want to be all alone on this floor by myself." I blush at the admission.
He smiles at me softly. "Of course." We head back down to the second floor to gather necessities like an alarm clock, pajamas, and so on. Once we finish rigging the room up and bring my comforter up we settle in for bed.
"Thanks." I whisper smiling.
"It's no problem." He whispers back. Soon after that we drift to sleep.
|-Oh my gosh! A separation line!-|
I hear a scratching sound from the other side of the wall. I tap Kurt. "Kurt. What's that?" I ask him.
He sits up groggily. "Mmmph. Dunno." We both rub our eyes and get out of bed. We go out into the hallway and look to the right. There's a wall. The hallway ends there. We reenter my room.
Then from near the wall we hear chirping sounds. "Birds?" I ask. "Why are there birds in the wall?"
Fully awakened now he responds to my question. "I'm not sure." We approach a small space on the wall that isn't blocked with furniture. We both press our ears to the wall. There are more chirps. I blink. This is beyond weird. This school is beyond weird. I'm not quite sure about this place anymore. Secret passages. Birds in the walls. What else? Really what else? If one more weird thing happens I'm going to go home. Okay that was a lie. This place is too cool for me to leave and I can be rid of Courtney if I'm here. I lean on the wall tired. Then finally turn around and sink to the floor. Sleepily I look up and notice a button on the wall behind my bed post.
"Kurt." My eyes widen and I stand. "Look at that!" I push the fabric from the canopy on the bed away bringing the button into easy sight. I, being the adventurous girl I am, push it without thinking of the consequences.
"Oh my gosh! Murphy! What is wrong with you?" He shrieks. I shrug. Then wait. After a minute or two I begin to drift back to sleep and lean into the wall. Something I definitely wouldn't have done if I had known that the wall would push away causing me to fall down.
"Ow." I mumble rubbing my head. When I stand and take in the shocked expression on Kurt's face I turn back around to see a bright vibrant jungle looking space I take on a similar expression. "Oh my word…" I breathe. "An aviary... Really? Could this place get any cooler?" I turn to Kurt. "Did you know this was here?" I ask him.
He shakes his head in a daze. "I don't think anyone did…" He trails off. "No one told me about a bird sanctuary and I've been here since early in my sophomore year."
I revel in the beauty of it all before saying. "We should go to bed. Discover stuff in say. The daytime hours." I suggest although my eyes are still trained on the colorful birds. Some small and yellow others more exotic with bright red and blue feathers.
"Uh huh." He nods. We both turn and I push the button. The door swings closed. We both roll dazedly back into the bed and conk back out.
|-Oh my gosh! A separation line!-|
In the morning I'm awoken to the blaring coming from my alarm clock. I slam my hand down on the off button and moan. I am not looking forward to today… Then I remember. The aviary. I shoot up in bed. 6 am. That's plenty of time to get ready and explore before 7:45 when classes start. "Kurt get up!" I squeal. He sits up slowly and starts to rub his eyes. "The aviary." I remind him. Then we're both out of bed in a flash. Quickly dressing and completing our early morning routines before 6:30.
Kurt looks at me in disdain. "That is the fastest I've ever gotten ready. Also you need to switch… everything." He goes to my closet and picks out a pair of dark wash skinny jeans and tosses them to me. Then a white v-neck flies into my hands. He tells me. "Keep the zebra tank top on. It'll look cute." I change quickly and he tosses me the black heels I wore my first day here. I roll my eyes.
"You. Are. Going. To. Kill me." I say slowly. He laughs. I slip the death traps he calls shoes on while he replies.
"No I'm not! You're going to kill the guys though." He says. I immediately turn red and slap him.
"No." I frown. "C'mon." I head to the entry way and press the button. I shove the door and am again stunned by the pure wonder that invades my body. "Wow." I choke out. There are birds of every color and size that you could imagine. Parrots, cockatoos, and I think canaries.
We slowly enter and wander about the lush foliage. Then after a short conversation with a parrot that constantly referred to me as Tyler, Kurt speaks to me. "We should feed the heathens." I nod and we leave.
Once we're downstairs the boys are all groggily moving about. "Where's breakfast?" Emmett asks.
I wave him off. "Hang on." Kurt and I fry up some eggs.
Once everyone is eating a confused Gabe asks. "Why are there feathers in your hair?" He plucks a bright red one out of a curl. I begin searching my hair also finding three more red, two blue, four green, and three yellow.
I look nervously at Kurt. He shrugs. I chew on my lip thinking for a moment. Then I give Gabriel a one minute look. Then I stand. "Guys." I speak quietly, but loud enough to be heard over the already quieting boys. Once the room is silent for a moment I take in a breath. "Me and Kurt went… exploring last night." I begin vaguely.
"Exploring where? Big Bird's house?" Eli asks sarcastic.
I roll my eyes. "No. In the aviary." I state plainly as if it should be common knowledge.
The boys blink at me. "The aviary?" Oliver asks.
I nod. Then head up stairs expecting the boys to follow. When I hear footsteps following me I continue to my room. Once in my bedroom I wait for everyone to get into my room. The boys wait patiently while I walk to the wall and press the button. I shove the wall away earning some gasps and a few swear words. I enter and the rest of the guys trail in. "Wonderful isn't it?" I ask.
The boys mostly nod slack jawed. I smile. It's pretty great. "You know. I find it funny that we never found anything this interesting until you were here. Then in a period of two days you found two secret passages that we didn't know about." Blaine babbles.
I think about it for a minute. "Further proof of my awesomeness." I present as the verdict. The guys that have surpassed the stage of awe chuckle. The others stand there almost hypnotized by the colors and the shock. I walk over to a bright orange lily and smell it. I've always loved lilies. When I look down I notice that there is a small caterpillar on one of the leaves. A look further at it proves that it is a Monarch. I used to raise some every summer when I was back home. Wait… Monarchs eat Milk weed. I pick up the caterpillar on a twig and begin searching for a milk weed plant. "Guys. This little guy is a Monarch. He eats milk weed. We need to find him some or he'll die!" I tell the boys. Most of them begin looking for the plant though some stand confused as to what milk weed is. I come across a plant and make a bridge to it with the stick. I watch the caterpillar eagerly climb onto the plant and begin to eat. "Never mind. Got it handled." I tell the boys. They all crowd around me and watch the little guy begin to quickly eat the leaves of the plant.
"Man this little guy eats almost as much as David." Wes says.
David slaps him. "HEY! I don't eat that much!"
I roll my eyes at the pair. "We should probably head to class." I suggest. The boys agree and we all leave the aviary. I close the door and we head to the main building.
|-Oh my gosh! A separation line!-|
Kurt walks with me looking at the first class on my schedule. "Oh! We've got French together! First period." He tells me returning the schedule to me. Then says quieter "It kind of bores me. I'm fluent." I nod. Not telling him that I'm fluent as well. Having a grandmother whose mother was French really helps with that.
We enter the class and a tall man asks me. "Bonjour. Vous devez être Mme James. Je suis M. Weston. Comment penses-tu parler français?" (Hello. You must be Ms. James. I'm Mr. Weston. How well do you speak French?) [This is Google translated. I don't speak foreign. In other words anything that isn't English…]
I reply with ease. "C'est gentil de vous répondre. En fait, je parle couramment. Mon arrière grand-mère était de la France alors ma grand-mère m'a appris quand j'étais jeune." (It's nice to meet you. Actually I'm fluent. My great grandmother was from France so my grandma taught me when I was young.) I smile giggling a little at the shocked expressions gracing Kurt and Mr. Weston's faces.
"You didn't think to mention that when I was telling you I was fluent?" Kurt asks slightly irritated with me.
I shrug. "I was looking forward to the flabbergasted look on your face." I tell him honestly. I was looking forward to astonishing some people. Oh if only they knew the half of it. I'm full of surprises.
He makes a face to express his distaste with my actions and sits me down next to him. We sit through the class not really paying attention, but doodling and passing notes. Mr. Weston doesn't really care as long as we don't disrupt the class. By the end of the sixty five minute class I am fully awake and ready to actually learn. Robby grabs my arm as I leave the French room and pulls me with him saying "You've got Geometry with me next hour." I just blink and allow myself to be pulled around the large building. I've learned to just go with whatever Robby does. He's usually pretty smart about his ideas. Even though they aren't always for good…
When I'm dragged into a classroom I approach the teacher a nice looking guy. He doesn't look to have been teaching for very long. "Hello. Umm… I'm Murphy James." I introduce myself awkwardly. With someone confident like Kurt around or when playing a sport I'm more self-assured. Without those I'm shyer and quieter.
"I'm Mr. Sayers." The man smiles and reaches for my hand. I shake his hand and he directs me to a seat next to Kent.
"Hey." I smile and greet him. He looks up.
"Oh Hi!" He replies surprised. "You have Italian?" He asks. I nod. "Fourth hour?" I nod again. He beams. "Great we have it together! Blaine's got it too. He's in my first hour."
I roll my eyes and sigh. "Let me guess… Gym." He nods. I smirk. "Man. You're predictable."
He shakes his head. "Nah. You just know me. We have been best friends since birth you know."
"Well yeah. Our fathers were best friends. Mine saved yours' life!" I grin.
"Yeah. The idiot in the bar that shot at my dad. Yours took the bullet." He continues. "He knew that I would be devastated and he had cancer anyway. He told me that you know? When I visited him in the hospital. Told me he took it because he was already sick and didn't want me to lose my dad."
I smile my eyes a little watery. "No. I didn't know that." I say my voice thick. "That just makes him a bigger hero to me." Kent leans over and wraps an arm around me.
"Your dad was awesome!" He tells me. I dry my eyes.
"He sure was." I reply. When the class begins we focus on the teacher and complete our assignment right before the class ends. Then I try to find the gym. I have a free period so I'm taking the time to talk to the football coach. He's also the gym teacher. I enter the empty gym and my heels clack against the floor. "Hello." I call out.
My feet almost hit the painted basketball court and I hear. "Don't step on the main court. We just redid the gym." I hear a tall muscular man say from the other side of the gym.
I back away from the paint and walk around. "I'm Murphy. I was told that you'd be informed that I was trying out for the football team." I speak to him confidently, in my element. He looks at me skeptical. "I don't normally dress like this." I explain. "I'm friends with Kurt and my uniform won't be in for another week. I would've been in sweats and a t-shirt if it weren't for Kurt." He nods.
"Understood. I shouldn't judge anyway. Kurt is quite impressive athletically for someone as focused on fashion as he is." He replies. "I'm Mr. Mullin. Or Coach Mullin to you." He smiles. "I've seen your paper work from your old coach. As well as notes from the gym teacher. You'll be playing basketball and baseball for us as well correct? Instead of going to Crawford to play on the girls' team?" He asks.
I nod. "Yeah. If you guys'll have me!" I tell him.
"If you're as good as they say then we'll definitely have you!" He responds.
"Well I hope they didn't exaggerate my skills then." I joke. "Don't want to disappoint you. So when do you want me to tryout? Some of the guys told me there was a practice today after school, but I don't want to intrude on your time to practice."
"This your free period?" He inquires.
"Yeah." I answer quickly.
"Want to put some pads on and show me what you've got? This is my prep hour and being a gym teacher means I don't have much to prepare for. I just pick a sport to cover over the week." Coach Mullin explains to me.
I nod enthusiastic. "Totally! Let's do it! My uniform at my old school had a size small pair of pants, pads, and helmet. My cleats are a five and a half in men's sizing." I tell him. He nods and we enter the uniform room. We find the proper practice clothes and a pair of team cleats, he tells me to change in the referee's locker room. (Some schools have those. Mine does! I'm not making that up!) I head in and change quickly. I fold my clothes and put them on the bench. I walk out and Coach leads me past the baseball diamond to the field. From the field we can see Crawford and I spot Kallie on the track that's surrounding the football field. "Hey KJ!" I shout, waving to her. She looks up confused. I take off my helmet. Then she smiles and waves, able to see who I am. I beam back and replace my helmet on my head. "That's my friend from the volleyball team." I explain. He nods in recognition. I start to stretch out and prepare for a big step in my life. Once I'm done I head over to Coach Mullin and he times me doing sprints. When I finish with the last one I approach him breathless. His eyes are wide.
"This is the fastest time I've ever seen for a sprint. Especially in full pads. Why don't you run track?" He asks curious.
I shrug. "It bores me. Just running isn't enough to hold my attention span." I inform him.
"Oh." He nods in understanding. "I can see where that would get boring." He says.
I nod as well. "I need a goal. Besides getting from here to there." I gesture to a point in the distance. I am breathing steadily now and am ready for more drills.
"Alright. Now for the real stuff." He grins and cracks his knuckles. I smile right back. I'm ready for anything.
|-Oh my gosh! A separation line!-|
I get into the hallway my hair freshly washed. It's damp and instead of the large curls it normally falls into it is slightly wavy. It's too weighed down with water to curl up yet. I enter the cafeteria and grab a tray for my lunch. I get a slice of pizza and some French fries. I grab a milk and pay for my lunch. When I leave the serving area I try to find someone I know. "Murphy!" an over zealous Shane yells. "Over here!" He jumps up and down waving. I duck my head blushing because all of the boys are looking at me now. I quickly hurry to the table and sit down.
"Thanks a lot Shane." I practically hiss at him. "I don't really need any more attention thank you."
He grins. "You are absolutely welcome."
I roll my eyes and begin eating while the boys talk. I pretty much sit silently through the entire meal. Once I'm finished with my food I excuse myself to dump my tray. Then instead of returning to the table I decide to try to find my way around. I look at my schedule and find the classroom number. I begin to wander into what I think is the correct hallway. I'm wandering down the hall looking for the correctly numbered door. I reach the end and see that the door is one number off. I'm in the wrong hallway. I sigh. A hand reaches out and taps my shoulder. "Are you lost?" A boy only slightly taller than me asks. The bell rings and the hallway floods with students.
"Yes… No. Kind of." I say exasperated. "I thought I had the right hallway, but apparently Ms. Rossi's classroom is the first classroom in a different hall."
He nods. "Well you're in luck. I have her class for fourth hour as well." He offers me his arm. I look at him funny, but take it. "Her classroom is the first classroom in this hall on the next floor." He explains.
I roll my eyes at myself. "Of course." I sigh. "So close. Yet so far away." Then ask curiously. "What's your name? I'm Murphy Laurel James. One of those three namers." I smile.
He responds. "I know who you are. If I didn't know Shane cleared that up for me at lunch. Anyways the whole school was buzzing about the new girl. Even before we knew you were a girl because it's such a big deal to have someone with such a high G.P.A. as yours. So when we found out you were a girl the whole school pretty much exploded." He tells me. I blush a little. "Oh. By the way. I'm Auburn Caide."
"Nice to meet you." I say politely. "Thank you for helping me to Ms. Rossi's room. This school is much larger than my previous one. My class there had only seventy nine students." I explain.
His eyes widen. "Wow. Well I don't know about the other grades, but our sophomore class has three hundred and eighty six students. That's the grade I'm in." He tells me. I nod.
"Me too." I tell him. "So make that three hundred and eighty seven." I smile. He nods.
"True." He says as we walk. When we reach the end of the hallway he leads me up a staircase to the next floor and into a classroom with a kind looking older woman in it.
When the woman spots me she smiles largely and walks over to me greeting me with "Hello I'm Ms. Rossi! I'll be your Italian teacher, dorm advisor, and warblers advisor! It's great to meet you." She tells me cheerily.
"Sono Laurel James Murphy! È bello incontrare anche voi la signora Rossi." (I'm Murphy Laurel James! It's lovely to meet you too Ms. Rossi.) I smile and greet her in Italian.
Her face portrays shock, but also delight. "Sei fluente? Non ho mai avuto uno studente bilingue nella mia classe!" (Are you fluent? I've never had a bilingual student in my class!) She asks me.
"Per essere sincero io non sono bilingui. Sono trilingue. Parlo anche francese fluente." (To be truthful I'm not bilingual. I'm trilingual. I also speak fluent French.) I shrug at her.
"Oh. Wow. That is... amazing." She speaks in english this time.
"My great grandmother was from Italy. Her son, my grandfather, taught me Italian when I was young. He died when I was seven." I tell her. She nods.
"That is amazing." She breaths. "All that culture when you were so young. I would have loved that. I didn't learn Italian until I was your age and I only learned because I was forced to. My mother made me because her family was from Italy."
"My father's side of the family was from Italy." I inform her. "I only really here about it when I go to my grandma's house now and even she doesn't know that much about it because she is American." I sigh. "I wish they were still around to tell me about it."
She looks quizzically at me. "Why don't you ask your dad?" She questions.
I smile sadly. "My dad died when I was ten."
She gasps. "Oh. I am so sorry!"
I shake my head at her. "You did nothing wrong. It was an innocent question." I wave it off. I'm having an easier time dealing with it today after yesterday's big emotional explosion. "I'm going to go take my seat. Class should be starting. I don't want to hold it up." I remind her. She nods and I sit next to Kent and Auburn grinning at both of them.
|-Oh my gosh! A separation line!-|
When the hour ends I approach Ms. Rossi. "Where is the-" I peer down at my schedule. "Auditorium?" I finish.
"You can come with me. I'm on my way there. I teach the Modern Drama course that you're enrolled in. To be exact all the warblers are enrolled in it." She smiles.
I widen my eyes worried. All of the warblers in one class. This only spells trouble to me. We walk downstairs and into the main hall. A little ways down we walk off to a small hallway at the end are two sets of double doors and an elevator. We take the doorway in the middle. The elevator to the left of it must be for handicapped students. "Welcome to the auditorium." She says grandly as we enter the large room. There is balcony seating. This place is huge…
I blink in shock. "Oh wow." I choke out pausing. Ms. Rossi nods thoughtfully.
"Exactly my reaction when I first got a job here." She tells me. We begin to walk again and reach the stage. While she walks around to the stairs I jump up from the front row seats. All the guys greet me.
"Hey Laurel!" Kent smiles.
I walk towards him. "Hiya." I smile back. I stand next to him.
Ms. Rossi calls our attention. "Alright. If you don't know. Drama is a year long course here. We will be performing four plays within that time. Since we are an all boys academy except for a very special lady Crawford will be helping us and will, beginning in a week, be coming here for their firth hour drama course." The boys applaud and wolf whistle at this. I roll my eyes. Fools. "Shush! Now since we are hosting the performances and have graciously invited the girls we will pick three of the performances. The girls will select the other. And no they do not have to be musicals." She fills us in.
Oh this is going to be awesome.
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