Sorry it took me so long.
I loved your reveiws! They always make me smile! Siriously, you should see me, I look like Joker from Batman. Except less manic.
Someone requested for more of Fang's POv...there's none in this chapter. Next one, though!
Disclaimer: I don't own any names you may-or-may-not reconize.
Max's POV
I walked down the School hallway into the theatre, where my Choir class was. The schoo day had been rough, and I was looking forward for the end school, although I have nothing to look forward to when I get home. Maybe I can extend my free time inbetween School and home by a few minutes...
I walked into the theater, and was suprised my the number of chairs in there. Infront og the large stage, rows and rows of red chairs filled it like a movie theater. People were scatter about the room, some sitting on the stage, some at the large grand piano, and most in the seats.
So I walked in, advoiding everyone's eyes like usual, and took a seat in the fifth row, where there was the least amount of people.
Not to long after that, the teacher came in. I was suprised to find that the teacher was Mrs. Perez. So far, she's my favorite teacher. She's funny and cheerful, but not afraid to be strict.
"Hello, everyone. Please take a seat that's not on my piano or on the stage." She said as she scanned the room. Her eyes fell on me.
"Hello, Max, welcome. To anyone who doesn't know Max, she's new to this school. This is her second day, I believe." She looked at me, and I nodded as if to say she's correct. "Well, Max, come on up here!"
I was about to shake my head, but remembered I was in Choir, and in Choir it requires singing. I knew this before, but never really understood what it meant. I never constidered myself a good singer, but it wasn't like a would kill kill everyone in the room if I held a note.
So I stodd up, and walked around the stage to the stairs. I got to the middle of the stage, were a microphone was. Mrs. Perez sat at the beautiful piano, and looked at me before setting her hands on the keys. "What song? If I don't have the music then you'll hav to sing without it."
"Ummm..." I wasn't really prepared for this, so I told her the first song that came to mind.
"'Lucy' from Skillet?" I asked her.
She nodded and said "I know that one." Then, she started the first notes. Before I opened my mouth to sing, the irst thought that ran through my mind was Oh crap, here we go.
Hey Lucy, I remember your name
I left a dozen roses on your grave today
Im in the grass on my knees, wipe the leaves away
I just came to talk for a while
I got some things I need to say
Now that its over
I just wanna hold her
Id give up all the world to see that little piece of heaven looking
back at me
Now that its over
I just wanna hold her
Ive gotta live with the choices i made
And I cant live with myself today
Hey Lucy, I remembered your birthday
They said itd bring some closure to say your name
I know Id do it all different if I had the chance
But all I got are these roses to give
And they cant help me make amends
Here we are
Now youre in my arms
I never wanted anything so bad
Here we are
For a brand new start
Living the life that we couldve had
Me and Lucy walking hand in hand
Me and Lucy never wanna end
Just another moment in your eyes
Ill see you in another life
In heaven where we never say goodbye
Here we are, now youre in my arms
Here we are for a brand new start
Got to live with the choices Ive made
And I cant live with myself today
Me and Lucy walking hand in hand
Me and Lucy never wanna end
Got to live with the choices Ive made
And I cant live with myself today
Hey Lucy, I remember your name...
"That was lovely, Max." Mrs. Perez smiled at me (Max, in this story, isn't going to be this brillaint singer. she's going to be an average singer. Not bad, but not amazing)
The class clapped, and I was grateful that no one was throwing rotten tomatos at me or booing me. Some, that I reconized from my other non-joyful classes were shooting daggers at me.
I reconized two people from my other classes. The girl Jordan and Freakishly-Tall-Guy sitting next to each other.
Before waiting for Mrs. Perez to tell me or for the class to stop clapping, I sat down next to my seat. Mrs. Perez explained what "catagory", if you can call them that, but I don't remember at all what I'm in. I just know who to follow when we're seperated into the groups.
"So, everyone up here and pratice 'The Ballad of Sweeney Todd'." Mrs. Perez told us. "Max, you can stand next to Jordan and James."
Jordan's POV
Thye finished the songs they've been working on, and know were sitting in the aduience, listening to Mrs. Perez talk about changing notes and how to listen to the change of note (if you're not tune-deaf, which Jordan's pretty sure she is). Jordan already knew how, having taken the class last year.
So, instead of listening to the teacher like she should have, she went on day dreaming about a good story idea she had for a while.
It wasn't too long untill class was over. Usually, she'd have fencing next, but due to a certain...girly problem that doesn't need explaining, she instructor let her off for the day.
"Iggy, you still comming over to watch anime? You can't back out now, you promised." She said to her best friend, Iggy (real name James).
"Well...Is it going to be that one girly one?"
Jordan glared at him. "You promised!"
Usually, she isn't this bold, but watching anime with Iggy was one of her favorite things to do because of his commentary on the matter. "And it isn't all girly! We're going to watch Death Note, and Ghost Hunt, and-"
"Fine," Iggy pretended to sigh, "Is Fang comming?"
Jordan shook her head. "No, he said he had to watch Angel. She's sick with a cold, and his mother's busy with a meeting with her editor."
Iggy nodded once. "Shall we go, then?"
"Yeah, my brother will be driving us there, so we have to wait for him."
They walked out into the front of the school, waiting for Jordans brother to come out of his classes. He was a Senior while she was a Sophmore...tenchinally, she was a Sophmore. She skipped up a grade.
Jordan heard the school doors open, and Max, the new girl, came out. At first she looked sad and a little bit scared, but quickly changed her face so it was emotionless when she saw people out here.
The direction she was walking made Jordan to believe Max lived in her neighborhood.
Max sure was an interesting person. Jordan wondered what her story was.
Max's POV
I held my arm over my bathroom sink, and sliced my pale skin with the razor, feeling the warm trinkle of blood spill from it. It hurt...and yet it felt so good...
I may need to explain: In addition to having a bad day at school, Robert smacked me, called me ugly, fat, worthless, and a murderer. It was too much for me, and I decided to do the one thing that makes me forget; self mutlation.
I ammit, it isn't a smart idea at all. But neither is writing the answers on the bottom of your shoe before a test, and I did that before (don't judge, we've all cheated some way or another. Besides, I still remember the answers to those questions).
I know that some people may think that my life is sad; it is, but I don't want their pity. I just want to forget.
Thank you all! This was sort of a filler chapter, so sorry if it was boring. And my writing started to get iffy at the end. Not my best.
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