Home is where my poor eardrums don't have to suffer through another trash can medley. If you ask me, this whole spring concert idea needs to be thrown away. I could put on a better show at 1 A.M. from the comfort of my own room, headphones on, lip-syncing to favorites like I'm a mime with a rave rocking in my head...
Shout-out to Mr. Mime!
...I know Daniela will be on soon, but all I want to do is lay back on my bed, headphones blocking any and all noises.
"You would've hated it," I tell Gumball. "I do."
Be glad you're a unicorn.
I wish I was.
It's so annoying that I can't put it into words. During our last practice, Mrs. K changed the show on us. Now, my class gets to join the march. Now, we're supposed to teach the computer kids the power of song and rhythm or something like that. So, now Gregory's class is the only one doing something close to sensible, which isn't saying much.
But, family-friendly, Chase!
I wave jazz hands in the air and roll my eyes. "Ooh!"
Just look at my interests. Shoogle has all the sneaky adult innuendos. FN can get gory in a hurry. Heck, some of Chloe's story arcs aren't exactly sunshine and lollipops. So, does it look like I'm into singing around a bonfire, holding hands with cyberkids like it's a kiddy channel TV show? I'm...
A kid? Adult? Kidult?
"...I'm too mature for this!" my bratty voice squeaks.
We party all night long on the beaches, in to-own
Rock—
N-O.
This is beyond critical. I've caught myself singing Mrs. K's rendition under my breath all day. We're supposed to sing it for the finale as the computers come to their "senses" and show the crowd that they can have fun and feel human, too.
Newsflash! PCs aren't people!
"You're not a real boy!" I tell my desktop.
Gumball mutters something.
"Don't...no. Don't guilt-trip me!"
Okay, now I feel bad for yelling at my computer.
"Damn it! I'm falling in her trap!"
There has to be a way out of attending this concert. I'm not kidding. I can't do it. I won't succumb to the fever dream. It's too stupid for me. Can my old music teacher give me diplomatic immunity or something? Do all of those years spent at my old school not grant me anything? Both schools are in the same system, right? Why not?
"Can you imagine what our parents are going to think?"
I can imagine Kieran's mom's response.
"Oh my gosh! Chase! That was wonderful!"
Oh my gosh! No!
"How embarrassing."
Mrs. K's fever dream is going to infect the masses, and she's holding us hostage with a permanent marker to our records.
"Help..."
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Castling: A Novel (NaNoWriMo21)
Novela JuvenilIt's a slice-of-life centered around "Chase the Ace," who finds himself changing schools against his will mid-year to help make the most of that brain of his. It'll be good for him, they say. He won't be so bored. He'll get to be with an old friend...
