I step into my school, ready for a brand new week. After what happened at Starbucks, I was pretty depressed to talk to Harry anymore, so I decided to dedicate my teenage life to school, Byron, and Gretchen. Work, boys, and friends.
"Hi!" Gretchen greets me as I open my locker. "How was your weekend?" I open my mouth slightly.
'Well, I fucked with Byron, then I went to Starbucks with Harry and got yelled at by his ex, but other than that, I think it went pretty good.' I think stupidly. But Gretchen wouldn't appreciate the "fucked with Byron" part, most definitely.
"Uh, I went to Starbucks . . ." I stammer. Pull yourself together, Evelyn! Gretchen grins.
"Ooh, I love Starbucks," she says. "But is that really all you did?" I nod dumbly.
"Yup." Gretchen seems to have forgotten the date with Byron. Phew. Now all I had to do was keep Byron away from her. So I was living a two-faced life, basically. WHAT A HORRIBLE PERSON I AM.
"Hey, Evelyn," says a husky voice behind me. I cringe inwardly. Byron. Shit.
"Uh, yeah, um, hi . . . Byron," I gulp slowly, turning around. He smiles a heart-melting smile and pecks me on the cheek. I can almost feel Gretchen pouring lava out of her ears.
"Evelyn." she states. I turn back around.
"Gretchen, uh, this is-" I don't get to finish because Gretchen has grabbed my arm and is now pulling me away.
"Hey, wait! Evelyn!" calls Byron. I close my eyes and imagine disappearing. What a beautiful thought.
"What. The. Fuck. Was. Tha-"
"Oh my God," I interrupt quickly, trying to change the subject. "Look!" I point to a random poster. Gretchen stops talking and looks. Her face brightens.
"OMG, EVELYN!!" she squeals. "You totally have to sign up." She certainly seems fine now.
"What?" I ask, then mentally face-palm myself. Duh! I was the one who spotted the fucking poster. I should know what it says, damn. Gretchen stares.
"The school musical!" She says "school musical" like someone would say "chocolate-covered cupcake". I gape.
"No! I mean, I . . . umm, I thought YOU could sign up! I mean, if you can-"
"No way in hell," Gretchen scoffs. "I couldn't sing if my life depended on it. But you can!"
"How do you know?" I ask suspiciously. Gretchen rolls her eyes.
"I've heard you in chorus." She stares at me like I'm a retarded poopy-face. Oh. "And you sound awesome! You have to sign up, you know, to piss off Brianna!" Huh. That's an idea.
"That might work . . ." I muse. Gretchen nods rapidly.
"Yes. And you're a way better singer than her!"
"I am?"
"Of course! Go sign up right now!" Gretchen lightly pushes my to the sign-up sheet on the wall. I step up bravely and take out a pen from my binder. Taking a deep breath, I write the first letter of my name: E.
What will I gain from this? V
Fame? Satisfaction? Or embarrassment and remorse? E
Will Brianna actually sign up as the same part as me? L
Maybe she will have a different part. But what if that's not true? Y
How do you get in? By singing one song? Or a lot of songs? N
How do they judge you? T
Should I actually sign up? I've never been good with crowds. H
Maybe I should erase my name . . . O
C'mon Evelyn, erase it. R
What's the play called anyway? N
These questions race through my head as I sign my name on one of the lines. There aren't many names on the list. I quickly scan it for Brianna's name. Nope. Ok, good.
My eyes wander to the top of the poster. I needed to know what the play was called first. Les Miserables. I didn't know that! Oh, fuck, Evelyn, what have you gotten yourself into?
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Yay I updated. I really need to finish a book, and I know how to end this one. It's almost done.
Les Miserables is the best movie/play EVER!! I'm just gonna use songs from the movie, ok? Thanks
By the way, HOW DO YOU END A BOOK ON WATTPAD?? HOW HOW HOW?? I don't know! Also, how to you change fonts without changing all of it?? Please, please, please, please answer these questions in the comments or message me? Please!! I need to know!
Well, I fell off a horse recently, and I baked cookies for the stables. Apparently, you need to do that. It was scary, the falling off the horse part. I was sore for DAYS.
Anyway, I'm going to horse back riding class in an hour or so.
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