I arrived at my college at 8:49. Wow I'm early. I hurried to my first class, math. I need to pass this final. Math is my worst subject though. I wasted no time pulling out my notes and studying like crazy. I ignored the other students as they slowly filled the room. I glanced up and saw a twenty something or other guy staring at me. He then winked. I rolled my eyes and looked down at my notes again. I am here to learn, not get a date, *sigh* ehh he wasn't even cute so no loss there. The teacher walked into the room, "Guys. We have a problem" he said " my stack of exams disappeared and the electronic version was deleted, so I can't print new ones. So you all get perfect scores. Congrats." And with that he left the room. The plan for that day was when you were done you left the room. I walked toward my next class, I had made it half way when a my phone buzzed with a new text alert.
(Didn't mention my name is Jackie)
[Lilly]- you ready to do this bullshit called finals!
{J}- Math was canceled so I got a perfect score.
[lilly]- Lucky! What's next? And won't you have to wait a while?
{J}- Choir! 2 hours till then.
[lilly]-well good luck. Bye!
{J}- you too. Bye.
I put my phone away and finished walking to the choir room. I sat down outside the door and pulled a book out of my bag. Grabbing my ear buds as well I began to listen to music and read. After about 30 minutes my stomach growled. I chose to ignore the growls that grew steadily louder. At the 1 hour mark my stomach was roaring, and I decided it would be for the best to eat something before my choir final. But what to eat... I'll just stop by one of the vending machines scattered around campus, they have pretty good food. I stood up placing my things in my bag. I started to walk down the hall to the vending machine, still listening to music. When I reached the machines, I took off my bag to grab my wallet. I was about to buy my food when someone grabbed my bag and ran. Motherfucker you will regret that. I broke into a sprint, quickly catching up to them. I yanked my bag from their hands. "Why did you take my bag?" I asked in a relatively calm voice. "I wanted to catch your attention, by catching the thief," he winked, "but the pretty lady was too quick for me." Flirty little shit isn't he? "Let me get this straight, you stole my bag so that you could earn my favor, by catching the thief?" I asked anger and disbelief seeping into my voice.
"Yeah," he smirked, " and the smart and pretty lady gets a prize, my number!" He winked holding out a card with a phone number on it. I took the card, and walked outside, mister confidence following. I reached a concrete plaza, stopping and turning to my follower. I pulled out a lighter, lit the corner of the card, dropped it and walked back to the vending machine. That look on his face though, priceless.
I chose a bag of dried apples, and a bag of gummies. I ate them as I walked back to the choir room. Dropping my trash in a trash can, I felt my nerves starting to buzz with anxiety. I love singing in a group, and alone at home, but alone in front of the class or a teacher who is grading you? Nope. Nah. No thank you. I sighed, " I am so gonna fail." 11:30 came to fast and with a heavy heart I walked into the room. We were supposed to sit in the room and do something quiet until our name is called. Then you walk into another room, do the assessment, and leave. I sat, drawing in my sketchbook for a good hour until I heard, "Jackie Silversmith." I slipped my book back into my bag and walked towards the other room, my chest growing tight. Every nerve in my body was screaming at me to run as I opened the door and stepped into the room. It was a simple office, the director was sitting behind a desk with a blank rubric in front of him. A music stand with a single sheet of sight reading faced me. I did the reading stumbling over a few rests, and then the part I dreaded came, solo singing. "Ok," murmured the director, " please sing your part for our 'deck the hall' arrangement." I gulped. I began to sing my voice low and shaky. After a few voice cracks and crescendos, I finished the song. The director nodded, and I left. Tears pricking the corners of my eyes. My inner voice started to hiss, you embarrassed yourself, I'm surprised he let you finish. Why do you sing? You sound awful. Anything artsy you do sucks. I climbed into a tree in the woods behind the school and started to cry.
