𝑮𝒓𝒂𝒑𝒆𝒔 (𝑫.𝑮.)

𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒆

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On the 12th hour of the first day of October 1989, 43 women around the world gave birth.

This was unusual only in the fact that none of these women had been pregnant when the day first began.

Sir Reginald Hargreeves, eccentric billionaire and adventurer, resolved to locate and adopt as many of the children as possible.

"Extraordinary! How much do you want for it?" He asked the woman who sat at a table with her family surrounding around her.

"Hands off." The girls mother said as he reached for the child. "She's not who you are looking for."

"Of course it is, it was born on the first of October!"

"No, she was born on the thirtieth of September!" The mother said, lying through her teeth.

"Oh, I see then. You've waisted my time!" He said before abruptly turning around and leaving the room to search for more children.

"Why did you lie mom?" The daughter asked.

"I don't care how much he offers, I'm not giving up my grandbaby."

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"Mom I'm not taking choir again!" Talia told her mother as she snatched the paper away.

"I took it, your grandmother took it, and her mother took it. You will take choir and you will not argue." She said signing off on her school schedule and placing the paper into an envelope.

"I'm not even good at singing!" She said trying to take the paper back.

"Darling, I have heard you sing in the shower. You are amazing, you are going to be fine." She said before kissing her daughters head and walking out to place the envelope in the mail.

"It's my freshman year, why can't I just take the classes I want." She sighed to herself before heading towards her room.

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"Talia will be singing the solo this year." The choir teacher announced to the class. Talias eyes widened as she realized she couldn't just lip sync her way through this concert.

"Shit." She whispered under her breath.

"Sorry, miss. But why does she get the solo, I thought the higher grades got priority. She's a freshman." One of the juniors asked.

"Because she's one of the most talented people here. You're lucky you even got a spot in choir this year Stephanie." Another student chimed in.

"Plus the solo is an alto, you are an soprano."

"No, more arguing. We have work to do. Talia, you stay after school so we can work on your solo." The teacher smiled to the girl, who was sweating bricks.

"God, I hate choir kids." Talia said to herself. She didn't mind singing, in fact she loved it. She just didn't like singing with other people, or singing stupid choir songs that sound out of tune majority of the time. She liked the idea of creating her own songs and music. But there was nothing she could do at the moment.

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Talia held the microphone tightly in her hand as she waited for her solo queue. The second the rest of the people in the choir stopped singing she stepped forward towards the center of the stage and began to sing. She could see other parents filing the performance, focusing on their children. Then she saw her mother and grandmother watching in awe as she kept going. The choir started singing their supporting notes as she took a deep breath so focus on the last note.