Thursday afternoon the whole of New Directions- including me and Jonah were gathered in the choir room. That's right, I and Jonah had at last decided to at least try to be a part of the glee- club, and when we came in there we were talking about my birthday- which was soon coming up.
"You know what I wish for." I told Jonah. "It's just that it's never going to happen."
"So, yeah, yeah. Isn't there anything else you want? You know normal girls wish to have shoes or something like that for their birthdays."
"I don't care about shoes." I said truthfully.
"It's your birthday soon?" A girl with dark- red hair leaned forward in the second row and smiled at me. "Hi, by the way, I'm Lex."
"Yes it's my birthday on Monday, and hi Lex."
"So what is it you want but can't have then?" Mr. Schue asked me.
"A dog." I and Jonah sighed at the exact same time. Mr. Schue smiled and went back to riffling in his papers.
"Hold on… isn't Monday…" Lex began but I interrupted.
"One word of what date I was born…" Lex pretended to lock her mouth and throw the key over her shoulder, but boy was it impossible to have a conversation without everybody listening in this room?
"Which date?" Connor asked, I sighed.
"September the eleventh 2001." Sean- who sat in the back of the room, had just taken a sip of a slushie and now sprayed it all out on Marcie and Ben- who sat in front of him.- followed by coughs due to swallowing it wrong.
"SEAN." Ben and Marcie shouted at the exact same time.
"I'm sorry." Sean coughed.
"May I assume that nine eleven is something…" A dark- haired boy began. Sean nodded. I shrugged and then kept on talking with Jonah. Until we at last got to the audiotourium, everyone sat down on the floor, Mr. Schue helped me to get down as well, while everyone sat down in a circle in the middle of the stage.
"Today we´re spending about an hour to get to know each other, first, we all say our name, one thing we´ve done this summer, and something we like. First, my name is William Schuester, you can call me Mr. Schue or Mr. S, how you like it. This summer… I have been to Maine to visit and old friend, and I really like this glee- club. Aiden?" Mr. Schue looked to the brown- haired boy.
"I´m Aiden O'Malley…." Aiden, Jasper, Amy, Ben, Marcie, nothing really interesting until it came to Moa.
"My name is Moa Dallvin, this summer I moved to Lima from Kiruna, Sweden, I really like… well… walking in the forest, where it's quiet and you can just sing as loud as you want, without anyone hearing you." Moa looked a bit sad, then it went on again, until it came to me.
"I'm Leah Carmichael… this summer I spent some time in Benton's harbor, Michigan with my boyfriend… and I really like dogs." I looked to Jonah.
"My name's Jonah Carmichael, this summer I've been spending quite a lot of time with Leah, and I sure do like sleeping."
"My name's Alexandria Hudmel, everyone calls me Lex. This summer I've been spending loads of time with my family. And I like… I like… spending time with them."
"My name's Tyler Benton…" And so it went on again. I looked to Moa, she didn´t look at the one talking, instead she looked to the floor and remembered something. I could guess she was thinking about Sweden.
When we had gone the whole way around, Lex sat with a Rubik's cube, I looked to Jonah, smirked and then I wheeled and Jonah walked over to her.
"How´s it going with that cube?" Jonah asked.
"It's impossible, I've been working on it for weeks."
"May I try?" Jonah asked, Lex gave him the cube.
"You know." Jonah said while fast working on the cube, barely even looking at it. "This is hard from the beginning, but once you've made it once it's quite easy." Jonah solved the cube. "And then… you try again… and it gets easier for every time." He gave it to me after spread the colors out and I solved it.
"See? Not that hard." I spread the colors out again and gave Lex her cube back. Lex put the cube away and then looked to me.
"You know Leah… the day at the accident… we were the first one's there." I looked to the floor. "Excuse me for asking, but how thing's going after that?"
"I would learn how to walk again if my parents ever would let me try. You know at the rehab they've got bunks where you lay and let someone bend and stretch out your legs, they've also got these where you can try to walk holding on to rails. I wanna try that, but my parents won't let me try. They're a bit overprotective, though I don't see how they're protecting me with just keep on holding me from walking. Sorry… I'm just talking."
"Do you think it would be better if anyone else then your parents came with you to the rehab?"
"Then who?" I smirked.
"Like me."
"Mr. Schue… I don't want to be a burden."
"You're not."
"Okay… it's fine with me… but I don't think mum and dad would agree."
"When's the next appointment?"
"Tomorrow at three."
"I'll deal with your parents. Don't you worry." Mr. Schue smiled at me, then stood up again and walked over to Moa. I wheeled over to her along with him, she sat looking at some photos that she had had in her bag.
"Is that from Sweden?" Mr. Schue asked, Moa nodded, and sniveled.
"Hey." Mr. Schue pulled his arm around Moa's shoulders and put each hand on each of her shoulder. "You okay?"
"Yeah." Moa said in a thick voice. "I'm fine." She cleared her throat.
"Moa… it's okay. In this room, we can all be who we are, without anybody judging u, and it's all right to cry. It's okay for you to be sad."
"I just miss it." Jonah had kneeled down next to Moa, he took a look at the picture Moa had in her hands now. A group of girls dressed in clothes for a really, really cold winter- day. With thick coats, snow- pants, boots, caps and everything else that went with it. Moa was a bit hard to recognize with both the clothes and all the snow around- and on them, but I could barely notice her standing in the middle of the group.
"Who are they?" Jonah pointed to the picture. Moa pointed to the girl furthest to the left and with every name she said she moved her finger to the person further to the right.
"That's Jessica, my best friend Alva, me, Linnéa and Hannah." Moa switched photo to a picture of her and a little boy with the same blonde hair as herself.
"That's my brother Nils."
"Is everyone in Sweden blonde?" Jonah asked looking quite confused, Moa glared at him.
"No, they're not all blonde, no they haven't all got blue eyes, no we don't ride polar- bears, neither reindeers, and yes, it gets warm in the summer."
"Moa…" Jonah moaned. "You left me with one naive stereotype..." he hadn't had the time to finish his sentence before Moa interrupted.
"…And no we don't sleep with everything's that's alive."
"Crap." Jonah swore, even though I knew that wasn't the stereotype he had thought of. Mr. Schue snorted with laughter.
Later that day, me, Jonah, mum and dad all sat around the kitchen table- me and Jonah were discussing the glee- club.
"I just don't think I'm good enough!"
"Leah, that's like saying you're not a good writer, because you are a good singer and your poems are excel…"
"They're rubbish, so that's not a good metaphor."
"You know Leigh, if you let me and your mum or anyone else read your poems, maybe you would have someone else to say that they're good… but no one can do that as long as Jonah's the only one who gets to read your poems."
"No." I fizzled. "Stop nagging me about it."
"But you are a good writer!" Jonah said.
"Am not."
"You are."
"Am not."
"You are."
Mr. Schue POV
On my last lesson for the week, I went through the list of students.
"Marcus Bailey."
"Here."
"Jonah Carmichael?" I looked around the room, no Jonah. "Isn't Jonah here."
"He went to the nurse." A student named Gracelyn Payne said. "I think."
"Again," Marcus moaned. "Third time today." I looked scowl, then went through the rest of the list, before telling the students to work on while I went to the nurse's office, I came in, the nurse told me Jonah was in the room to the left, and I walked in there, Jonah laid on his back on a bunk, pale, and obviously exhausted, Leah sat next to him, holding his hand, and with that red and white bottle in her other hand.
"Jonah?" Jonah lifted his head when I called his name.
"Hey Mr. S, sorry, but I don't think I can come to history today." I nodded, clapped his shoulder and then turned around, on my way out, I heard Jonah call for me.
"Mr. S, come here." I rushed back to Jonah, Jonah had sat up half, leaning on his elbows.
"Sit," he nodded to a chair next to the bunk. "Listen, you're going to know this sooner or later anyway, so might as well tell you now before you hear it through rumors that aren't true… it's also got to do with why I from the start didn't want to join new directions… and the reason for that is… that I'm probably not going to survive this year, maybe not even 'til Christmas."
Mohaha, cliffhanger.
I know this is another filler, and that it's like all conversation, but it had to be done this way. I can almost promise the chapters will be longer and better soon.
Did anyone see the name among Moa's friends? Like THE name?
And if anyone wonders, No, I'm not from Kiruna, haha, I had so much fun bringing all those stereotypes about Swedes.
If anyone would like, I could do a youtube- video describing how to pronounce all those Swedish names… okay, I'm stopping there.
