Adam and I chatted more about some bands we both listened to it. With that we learned just how much in common we had with each other. It was incredible; I had known him for not even an hour but he already had this pull on me. I found him so interesting. His honey colored hair hung in his face giving him a sense of mystery to him. I wanted to know him. His deepest darkest secrets, what he loved, what he couldn't stand; just everything about him. We soon got to Calculus where Mr. Truman introduced Adam to the class. Kids just blankly stared into space; they could care less about the new kid. But I cared; I cared a lot. Adam took an empty desk behind me as Truman droned on and on about something I couldn't even comprehend. I mean I was always an intelligent kid but who could understand Calculus. It was pointless anyways, when was I ever gonna actually use it? I unknowingly dozed off and was awoken by the bell signaling it was time for the next class. Adam had art while I had music; I was in the choir at school. However, since the arts came in last place at my school compared to sports and all that crap we were all in one wing of the school; crammed together like ants in a colony. Paint cans lined one wall, drums the other. I waved bye to Adam as he walked into the art studio to once again be introduced as the new kid. Choir was the usual; a bunch of shit kids who could give two craps about actually making music. Besides me and a select few others who actually enjoyed to sing, this choir was the joke of the school. It frustrated me to no end every day that people treated something as beautiful as singing, a joke. I've been singing ever since I can remember. My mom used to sing me to sleep every night so I suppose I get my vocal cords from her. Singing was the one thing in my life I was truly good at. You could say it was a passion of mine. It was an outlet for me. When the world became too much to handle I always found music to be soothing. I quietly hummed to myself while the teacher tried to get control of the class. By the time most of the class was willing to attempt to participate the bell rang and we were shipped off to our next class. I quickly pushed through masses of people to catch up with Adam before gym. I caught him just as he was coming out of his classroom.
"So, how'd it go?"
"It was amazing Belle. Like, incredible. I've never felt like a part of something until that class. Everyone was so nice and welcoming and the talent that that class has is unbelievable. We worked on portraits today. We could pick anyone we wanted. I wasn't too sure who I wanted to sketch yet so I was only brainstorming. But wow, just wow; I've never felt so alive. Oh I'm rambling aren't I? Jeez how rude of me. How was choir?"
I couldn't help myself and I just burst out into laughter.
"What? What's so funny?" Adam asked curiously.
"It's just, you were so excited. When you were talking I had to make sure you were taking breaths and you wouldn't pass out on me. I'm so happy you loved art class. That's amazing, it really is. Choir was the usual nothing too special."
"Well, I'm sure you did perfect regardless. You know, I'd love to hear you some time."
"Yeah, that'd be cool. But be warned, I'm nothing special."
"Psh… I highly doubt that."
God how could someone I just met have this effect on me. What the hell was wrong with me? I barely knew this kid but somehow I felt myself falling under his spell. He was just so sincere with everything he said and that was truly rare to find nowadays. Perhaps this day wouldn't be like all the rest. Maybe, just maybe, it would be something more.