Hello, my sweethearts. It's been a couple days. Sorry about that, but here's chapter 4. In this chapter, you see how well Melody and Mitchell bond. I hope you like, keep reading!
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Sierra High School was a good school, it's just that the people in that school, like the Dean of Students, pretended to care about that school and the students in it.
The Dean of Students could be a fun guy, he could be cool, but to me, it was a front. I thought of him as a guy who liked to be in power. That's probably why he took the job in the first place.
Plus, he was a creep. I swear that he checked me out at times. It was kind of scary. That's why I kind of freaked when I found him in the hallway, when Mitchell and I were walking to class.
"Morning, Melody." He called.
"Morning, Babcock." I said, quietly, but loud enough for him to hear. Creeper, I thought.
"Is this one of our new students?"
"Yes, this is Mitchell Wayne. I'm just showing him around before school starts."
"Okay, well, have fun. And welcome to Sierra High." He called as he walked down the hall. I compelled myself not to run away. After he left, I walked toward our classroom. I wanted to avoid him. If anything, I didn't want to talk to him at all.
"What was that?" Mitchell asked.
"Nothing, he's just a creep. I hate having to talk to him in the hallways." I shivered, not in the good way.
"Mr. Babcock?" He asked.
"Yes." I shook my head, as if to shake them out. "Lets just get to class."
Just as I said that, the bell rang. Damn, I thought. It was really horrible when the bell rang for school. I turned to Mitchell and said, "Run."
We ran into our classroom as the other students filled the hallways like a stampede. "Woo-hoo, what a rush!" I exclaimed. I figured that Mitchell was looking at me weirdly, like what did I get myself into, but to my surprise, he was nodding in agreement.
"That was awesome." He said. I smiled.
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One of my favorite things about this school year, is starting off the school day with one of my favorite classes, music. I know I didn't seem like the type, but Hope and Jenny weren't the only people who knew how to play.
My mother, before she died, taught me how to play piano and Jenny taught me how to play guitar. So when I walked into the choir room that morning, don't think for a second that I was going to be able to resist playing something to show off.
The music rooms were my favorite rooms out of the whole school. We had three rooms for music, one for Band, one for Orchestra, and one for Choir. They were all connected by small hallways that contained private practice rooms with different instruments inside each.
When I put my stuff down, I saw that no one was coming in yet and it was only Mitchell and I, so I decided, why not? I ran over to the piano and started playing Maps by Maroon 5. Maps was one of my favorite songs to play, I loved the meaning of the song so much. I was about to sing the words when Mitchell beat me to it.
"I miss the taste of a sweeter life
I miss the conversation
I'm searching for a song tonight
I'm changing all of the stations"
I was amazed by his voice. Most of the guys I knew either couldn't sing or were too afraid to, but Mitchell was singing with so much confidence. He came over and sat down next to me as I sung the next part.
"I like to think that we had it all
We drew a map to a better place
But on that road I took a fall
Oh baby why did you run away?"
We sung together after that. Our voices seemed insyc, harmonizing amazingly. I was so into the song, I didn't realize that people were walking into the classroom and watching us.
I was there for you in your darkest times
I was there for you in your darkest nights
But I wonder where were you?
When I was at my worst
Down on my knees
And you said you had my back
So I wonder where were you?
When all the roads you took came back to me
So I'm following the map that leads to you
The map that leads to you
Ain't nothing I can do
The map that leads to
Following, following, following to you
The map that leads to you
Ain't nothing I can do
The map that leads to
Following, following, following
We cut off at the same time as I stopped playing and everyone around us clapped. I started to realize that they were listening, I blushed. I may be loud when I'm with my friends, but in class, without my friends, I'm pretty quiet, some people were surprised that I could actually sing.
Everyone in the classroom started chanting, "Encore, encore!"
I was kind of surprised, then I started to play. I could tell people didn't know the song, even Mitchell looked a little confused. I continued playing and came in at the right time.
"Pretty eyes
Staring back at me so blue and wide
The colors of the summer sky
The colors of the world"
Not meaning to, I looked at Mitchell when I started to sing "staring back at me so blue and wide," but I looked away almost as soon as I did.
"If love is blind,
Why do I see you so clearly now?
Perfect vision of our love somehow
You take over my mind
Look up into the galaxy tonight
The stars illuminate the love we make
'Cause you and your pretty eyes
Keep me alive, keep me alive
'Cause you and your pretty eyes
You keep me alive, keep me alive"
I stopped playing and people looked stunned when I looked up. I blushed again. Did I embarrass myself again, I thought, then everyone started clapping. I got up with a smile, did a bow and walked to my seat.
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So, the songs that were in this chapter, just in case you want to listen to them, were Maps by Maroon 5 and Pretty Eyes by Alex Goot. Video for Pretty Eyes is up top. Link for the video to Maps is right here.
Link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NmugSMBh_iI
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