Gifted

Better in Stereo Part 2

Teddy Duncan's POV
I met up with all the girls and head to the 8th floor. We like taking the stairs except Olive, Liv, and Pepper. They take the elevator. We only take the stairs to have conversations. Of course, some besties couldn't be separated from each other's lives. Sophie and Bella, Taylor and Phoebe, Chyna and me, and lastly Emma and Maddie. I can't seem to figure out what Emma and Maddie talks about. Emma cares about fashion and hates sports, and Maddie don't care about fashion but loves sports. Chyna and I talk about music. I like music without the choreography, of course. "Guys! I have exciting news!" Lance announced. Good. I really needed some good news since I heard bad news. "You all are going to decide which one of you is singing at the Thanksgiving party!" Lance finished. They girls got in excited giggles and some went towards Chyna. Ok it makes sense to choose the music prodigy but what about me? Lance saw the look on my face, gave a thumbs-up, and dashed out. We were splitting and we were picking teams. This is bad, barely anyone will pick me. Ok. Maybe a few people went on my side, not to brag but half EEEEEEEK! Sorry. Olive, Sophie, Pepper, and Maddie were on Chyna's side. Bella, Taylor, Emma, and Liv were on my side. We all stared at Phoebe. "You're the tie breaker, Phoebe. Us or them?" Emma said. Phoebe gave a frustrated sigh and left the room. It was a tie. How are we going to pick the person now? If only they knew what I was good at. That's it! DEBATE! I'm good at debate, I joined the debate club. That did not end well. One more question, is it normal for a person to talk to their self that long? Anyways...... "Let's debate!" Chyna agreed to the plan and I continued, "Olive is excluded." Chyna crossed her arms and glared at me, "Fine! Let me exclude one of your members too." I crossed my arms. I was so mad. All I came up was, "Debate's off! Hmmph!"
I stormed to the elevator, press the 9th floor, and pressed the close doors button. I arrived at the 9th floor, unlocked my room, slammed the door, locked it, and cried on my bed. This was supposed to be the best year of my life!