Chapter Two
"Ah Mr Jones... and who are you dear?"
"I'm Amber Callaway, I just started here today," Amber replied, as she quickly glanced around the classroom.
"Oh well, I'm sure we'll find something for you. Freddy take your seat please," their music teacher Mrs Hamilton, said.
Freddy nodded and walked over to his seat, wondering what instrument Amber could possibly play.
"Are you familiar with the flute?" Mrs Hamilton asked once Freddy was seated behind his percussion table.
Amber raised an eyebrow, "the flute?" she repeated, "no."
"Well, I'm sure you'll learn quick enough," Mrs Hamilton replied as she held out the flute for Amber to take.
Amber did not take it. "Look, I don't particularly want to play the flute, can't I play drums or something?"
Freddy grinned, that was definitely the wrong thing to say. He could tell by the way Mrs Hamilton's lips pressed together.
"Amber, we do not learn instruments considered to be a waste of time here at Forest Green. We learn strictly classical music."
Amber frowned, "I see."
"So you'll understand why I suggest the flute..." Mrs Hamilton replied handing the flute out to her again.
Amber hesitated before taking it, and walking over to the spare seat beside, Summer.
"Hi, I'm Summer," she introduced herself reaching over a hand for Amber to shake.
Amber shook it, "Amber."
(Amber's POV)
By the end of class Amber had no doubt in mind that she completely sucked at the flute. Well she sucked at a lot of things, but the flute was definitely in her top five. Amber sighed with relief when the bell rang.
"You'll get better," Summer assured her, "it only takes practice."
"Does it now?" Amber replied half heartedly, she wasn't sure if she liked Summer all that much. She seemed a little too involved for her taste.
"Of course, when I first started playing the Clarinet, I was much worse than you were. But everyone improves over time. It's recess now, would you like me to show you around?" Summer asked.
Amber shrugged, "yeah sure, just a sec."
Amber handed the flute back to Mrs Hamilton, "how'd it go?" she asked.
"I don't think it's my thing," Amber replied truthfully.
"Oh well, I'll see what I can do then."
Amber nodded before following Summer out the door.
(Freddy's POV)
Freddy sighed as he exited school later that afternoon. He had no intention what so ever of going home. He knew his parents would start pestering him about the whole tutor thing, and he wasn't ready to deal with that... not yet anyway. So Freddy instead and turned to walk in the opposite direction
Knock, knock, knock.
"Hey, Freddy," Dewey greeted him as he opened the door, he gave him a high five, "come on in. How was school?"
"I'm flunking out." Freddy replied truthfully, knowing if there was one person who wouldn't judge him it was Dewey.
"I knew it!"
Freddy startled and looked over to see none other than Amber Callaway sitting behind the drum kit, twirling her sticks absentmindedly, a sly grin across her face.
"What are you doing here?" he asked, a little humiliated that she overheard.
"I'm living here," she replied calmly.
Freddy looked over at Dewey in confusion.
"She's my niece, he explained.
"Where are your parents?" Freddy pried.
Amber shrugged and stood up, "they kicked me out. "
"I thought you said, they still think you're a little angel?" Freddy asked in confusion.
"You two have met?" Dewey cut in.
Amber ignored him; "they do, which is why they sent me to the most prestigious school in the state. Think about it Freddy," she continued bitterly, "what better way to get me out of their hair, but still show they care?"
Freddy didn't reply, only surveyed her with interest, there was more to Amber than what met the eye he knew it. "We met at school," he answered Dewey his eyes still on Amber.
"Two trouble makers," Dewey said thoughtfully, "in one class that can't be good."
Amber chuckled, tossing the sticks to Freddy who caught them automatically, "don't worry Uncle D, I haven't even got detention yet... but it's only the first day. I'm heading out, have a good lesson."
Once the door was closed, Freddy turned to Dewey, "your niece?" he repeated in disbelief.
"Yeah, haven't seen her since she was young." Dewey replied, "She's been having some problems at home, and at school and all this type of thing. She's too disobedient for her own good. If she's not careful she's gonna end up at boarding school."
"Boarding school?" Freddy asked as he took a seat behind the drum kit.
"Her parents have reached the last straw. If she gets expelled from another school she'll be heading straight into the most strict boarding school in America." Dewey explained.
Freddy grimaced, "if my grades don't pick up, I could be heading there too."
"I take it, you came here an hour early to avoid your parents?" Dewey asked as he took a seat beside the drum kit, and softly began to play a tune on his guitar.
"Yeah," Freddy sighed, "Mrs Fran sent a letter home, suggesting a tutor."
Dewey frowned sympathetically, "well I'm definitely not the right guy to be talking to. As far as I'm concerned schools a complete and utter waste of time. As long as we have rock, then it's all okay."
"Yeah," Freddy said softly, "but that attitude won't help me pass."
Dewey shrugged, "why don't you get Amber to help you?" he suggested.
Freddy looked at him in confusion, "I don't get it."
"Just because she's a bad kid, doesn't mean she's not intelligent." Dewey replied, "she's a straight A student without even trying. Her grades are always perfect. It's just her behaviour that brings her down."
Freddy hesitated.
"Just think about it alright?"
"Yeah okay."
"Ah Mr Jones... and who are you dear?"
"I'm Amber Callaway, I just started here today," Amber replied, as she quickly glanced around the classroom.
"Oh well, I'm sure we'll find something for you. Freddy take your seat please," their music teacher Mrs Hamilton, said.
Freddy nodded and walked over to his seat, wondering what instrument Amber could possibly play.
"Are you familiar with the flute?" Mrs Hamilton asked once Freddy was seated behind his percussion table.
Amber raised an eyebrow, "the flute?" she repeated, "no."
"Well, I'm sure you'll learn quick enough," Mrs Hamilton replied as she held out the flute for Amber to take.
Amber did not take it. "Look, I don't particularly want to play the flute, can't I play drums or something?"
Freddy grinned, that was definitely the wrong thing to say. He could tell by the way Mrs Hamilton's lips pressed together.
"Amber, we do not learn instruments considered to be a waste of time here at Forest Green. We learn strictly classical music."
Amber frowned, "I see."
"So you'll understand why I suggest the flute..." Mrs Hamilton replied handing the flute out to her again.
Amber hesitated before taking it, and walking over to the spare seat beside, Summer.
"Hi, I'm Summer," she introduced herself reaching over a hand for Amber to shake.
Amber shook it, "Amber."
(Amber's POV)
By the end of class Amber had no doubt in mind that she completely sucked at the flute. Well she sucked at a lot of things, but the flute was definitely in her top five. Amber sighed with relief when the bell rang.
"You'll get better," Summer assured her, "it only takes practice."
"Does it now?" Amber replied half heartedly, she wasn't sure if she liked Summer all that much. She seemed a little too involved for her taste.
"Of course, when I first started playing the Clarinet, I was much worse than you were. But everyone improves over time. It's recess now, would you like me to show you around?" Summer asked.
Amber shrugged, "yeah sure, just a sec."
Amber handed the flute back to Mrs Hamilton, "how'd it go?" she asked.
"I don't think it's my thing," Amber replied truthfully.
"Oh well, I'll see what I can do then."
Amber nodded before following Summer out the door.
(Freddy's POV)
Freddy sighed as he exited school later that afternoon. He had no intention what so ever of going home. He knew his parents would start pestering him about the whole tutor thing, and he wasn't ready to deal with that... not yet anyway. So Freddy instead and turned to walk in the opposite direction
Knock, knock, knock.
"Hey, Freddy," Dewey greeted him as he opened the door, he gave him a high five, "come on in. How was school?"
"I'm flunking out." Freddy replied truthfully, knowing if there was one person who wouldn't judge him it was Dewey.
"I knew it!"
Freddy startled and looked over to see none other than Amber Callaway sitting behind the drum kit, twirling her sticks absentmindedly, a sly grin across her face.
"What are you doing here?" he asked, a little humiliated that she overheard.
"I'm living here," she replied calmly.
Freddy looked over at Dewey in confusion.
"She's my niece, he explained.
"Where are your parents?" Freddy pried.
Amber shrugged and stood up, "they kicked me out. "
"I thought you said, they still think you're a little angel?" Freddy asked in confusion.
"You two have met?" Dewey cut in.
Amber ignored him; "they do, which is why they sent me to the most prestigious school in the state. Think about it Freddy," she continued bitterly, "what better way to get me out of their hair, but still show they care?"
Freddy didn't reply, only surveyed her with interest, there was more to Amber than what met the eye he knew it. "We met at school," he answered Dewey his eyes still on Amber.
"Two trouble makers," Dewey said thoughtfully, "in one class that can't be good."
Amber chuckled, tossing the sticks to Freddy who caught them automatically, "don't worry Uncle D, I haven't even got detention yet... but it's only the first day. I'm heading out, have a good lesson."
Once the door was closed, Freddy turned to Dewey, "your niece?" he repeated in disbelief.
"Yeah, haven't seen her since she was young." Dewey replied, "She's been having some problems at home, and at school and all this type of thing. She's too disobedient for her own good. If she's not careful she's gonna end up at boarding school."
"Boarding school?" Freddy asked as he took a seat behind the drum kit.
"Her parents have reached the last straw. If she gets expelled from another school she'll be heading straight into the most strict boarding school in America." Dewey explained.
Freddy grimaced, "if my grades don't pick up, I could be heading there too."
"I take it, you came here an hour early to avoid your parents?" Dewey asked as he took a seat beside the drum kit, and softly began to play a tune on his guitar.
"Yeah," Freddy sighed, "Mrs Fran sent a letter home, suggesting a tutor."
Dewey frowned sympathetically, "well I'm definitely not the right guy to be talking to. As far as I'm concerned schools a complete and utter waste of time. As long as we have rock, then it's all okay."
"Yeah," Freddy said softly, "but that attitude won't help me pass."
Dewey shrugged, "why don't you get Amber to help you?" he suggested.
Freddy looked at him in confusion, "I don't get it."
"Just because she's a bad kid, doesn't mean she's not intelligent." Dewey replied, "she's a straight A student without even trying. Her grades are always perfect. It's just her behaviour that brings her down."
Freddy hesitated.
"Just think about it alright?"
"Yeah okay."