I know you don't want to hear my apologies, but I am SUPER SORRY! I had this dumb school project due today, so I had to work on the thing all week, then all my teachers went loco and decided to make this National Quizzes and Test week so I basically have had ZERO breathing time. To top it all off, I've caught a cold =I Not a good week for me.
Thank you A BILLION times for all your reviews. I try to not promise updates but I will try my hardest to post another chapter to this story while I'm on weekend break.
I placed my math book inside my crammed green locker. With a school this big you would expect bigger lockers and smaller text books. As I closed it Miley skipped over to me, a giant smile coated on her face.
"OMG Mitchie, guess what!!!" I sighed and swung my bag over m shoulder. With Miley there was no way anyone could guess. Last week when she asked that, she announced she bought a pair of rainbow socks. Unpredictable.
"What?" I asked as we started walking down the busy hallway. I noticed a group of kids huddled around a table with light purple cloth covering it. Miley squealed and I winced. Way too loud for Monday morning.
"I signed up for the talent show! And you and Lex too!!" She crackled and waved Alex over. Mmm a talent show . . . ?
"That's cool Mi- WAIT you signed me up?! WHY?" I demanded facing her. She lightly flushed at my outburst. Justin looked over at us and rolled his eyes.
"Yeah it's not like Mitchie has any talent." Shane mumbled, passing by us. Alex hissed and stomped over to us in the middle of the hallway.
"Talent show? Count me out. But Mitchie I heard you singing in Chorus & Drama class, and you are amazing. You have to sing!" I groaned and continued walking.
"There's no way I'm going to stand up on that stage and-"
"I signed Shane up too. You can duet with him, which would give plenty of time with you too alone." I scoffed and opened the Chemistry room door. Oh goodie, this was the class I had with the devil.
"What makes you think I wanna spend any more time than usual with him?" I grilled and slumped into my seat. Miley sat next to Newt as Alex took hers next to Oliver, scowling.
"Because maybe you could spend time at his house and things could slowly go back with you too. Some "Friends Time" without his stupid followers that his has to act cool and shallow with." Alex said, ignoring her partner.
I sighed heavily as Joe slammed the door closed, the bell ringing minutes before he walked in. Mr. V snatched the tardy slip from his hand and threw it away.
Shane's feet clanked against the floor and he grimaced seeing me. I rolled my eyes and opened my text book, flipping to our homework assignment.
I noticed as Shane sat down there was a white bandage wrapped multiple times around his right hand. As his shirt lifted up slightly, there was also a purple bruise smeared across his arm.
"W-what happened to you?" I whispered in disbelief. He caught my gaze on his arm and folded it across his chest, hiding the damages. I looked up into his hazel eyes, teeming with panic.
"Um I . . . That's none of your business!" He stuttered out, partially yelling. I shook my head and continued to work on the new assignment.
"So I heard you signed up for the talent show?" I thought aloud, smirking. Joe's fists tightened around the test tube he was holding. A low snarl ripped through his chest.
"What."Shane hissed and I chuckled. His expression was livid. Miley's hand flew over her mouth from across the room. I peeked over at Alex. She sneered.
"Yeah, I signed up and happened to see your name there. What are you thinking about doing?" I tapped my pencil imperviously.
"What the bloody hell are you talking about, Torres?!" He growled, glaring at me angrily. I smiled with innocence and gathered my things.
**Bell Rings**
"See ya at rehearsal!" I chirped cheerfully and rush to the hallway. As soon as the girls are with me, we all burst into laughter.
"Aw man I wish I had my camera. His face was priceless!" Miley exclaimed, in between her laughter. I giggled. This was going to go perfectly.
I rambled into the auditorium, my black acoustic in hand. Mrs. Craig, our music teacher, was seating in the front row of the couchy, blue pews, clapping along to the rhythm.
Alex's other good friend Caitlyn was dancing on the stage as Oliver was beat boxing. I smiled and sat alone in the corner of the stage.
My fingers swayed over the silver stings, absentmindedly. I didn't really have stage fright. Performing in front of people is what I grew up with. My father was a preacher back in Texas so I would sing solos every Sunday at church.
I loved to sing and write my old songs. I had notebooks swelled of depressing pieces about Shanee, sitting in a box underneath my bed. I refused to sing anything that I originally wrote though. It was just a little too personal.
"Okay class let's take our seats." I stood up and placed my guitar on one of the violet carpeted steps and glided down the aisle, to my seat next to Miley.
"Alright as you know, the talent show is in 2 weeks and as your music teacher I want to make sure you'll all do wonderful and of course have an amazing time. It isn't about winning, but enjoying your time with a talent you love." Shane and Justin fake gagged and started laughing.
"Do we have a problem Mr. Gray?" Joe stopped laughing and sighed. A sarcastic smile formed on his lips. Justin was still suppressing his laughter. I rolled my eyes at their immaturity and doodled into my notebook with half of my attention on the conversation.
"Not at all Dianna." Mrs. Craig frowned and placed her hands on her hips. She sighed.
"Please call me Mrs. Craig, Shane." She grumbled and began to set up the instruments and microphones on the stage. Miley giggled and I faced her.
"I can't wait to get up there and sing. Who knew Shane would actually show up?" Miley joked smiling. I laughed along.
"Yeah probably cause Justin is here. But what about Nate? Last time I checked, he was obsessed with music." Miley rolled her eyes sadly.
"Nate doesn't do anything anymore, Mitchie. He just shows up to school and acts like a robot. Wait no; a robot has more emotion than him." Miley mumbled sourly. I guess whatever happened over this past few years I would never understand.
"Alright so on this list I have some duets set up!" Mrs. Craig gushed, checking over her list. Oh no! Miley wouldn't dare . . . .
"How about Miss Torres and Mr. Gray give us a sample of what you're working with." I spun around to Miley, my eyes stretched with loathing.
"YOU DIDN'T?!!" She grinned softly. Shane stomped over to us, his expression once again twisted with boiling anger.
"STEWART!! I'm going to k-"
"Don't be shy." Mrs. Craig smiled reassuringly and dragged us onto the stage.
After my humiliation, Miley is going to regret the day she learned how to write my name down on paper.
Thank you to those of you that still read my story. =) i'm not expecting a lot of reviews, so i will post no matter how little or a lot i get.
